To Shiloh (or anyone at the mansion)
Shiloh hadn't called. It wasn't as if it had been a long time, or anything, but Morris was the anxious sort. Had he been imagining the fact that the guy was into him? Maybe that woman he was with didn't want him calling strange men he'd met at the library. Maybe it was the necromancer thing. Or maybe it just hadn't been long enough and he was being obsessive. The later was the most likely, but that didn't keep him from seeking out Bernadette's mansion and going there. He wasn't afraid of vampires in the least, though it wasn't as if he could do much to them. But he was definitely no push over, so he didn't hesitate to head up on the porch.
He eyed the place. It was a large plantation style home that would have looked out of place if it hadn't been in the nicest section of town. Two stories, with a wrap around porch on each layer, pillars made it look grandiose. It bordered on cliche, and he wondered if Bernadette hadn't been human in the south somewhere. He lifted his hand and knocked on the door before noticing a doorbell and ringing that once or twice to get the attention of anyone who might be inside. It was dark, so he figured people would be up and about.
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