Willie timidly approached the front door looking at Barnabas for permission to open it; the vampire nodded. The human hesitated for a moment before opening it a little. Barnabas retreated into a small patch of shadow near the doorway with Brianna, who had fallen asleep in his arms. He gently shifted her, running a cold hand over her small wisps of hair as he heard Willie speak.
"Y-Yes, can I help ya?"
"Is this the house of Barnabas and Josette Collins?"
"Yes sir, it is, but i-it's very late and I'm afraid they're asleep."
"Then wake them!"
The stranger attempted to enter the house without preamble, but Willie blocked his way.
"I-I'm sorry sir, but I can letcha in."
"And why not; is there something you are keeping hidden in there?"
"N-no sir, but like I told ya, Mister and Misses Collins are asleep; they aren't feelin' well."
"I don't care how they feel…"
The stranger rambled on as he forced Willie out of the way, and entered the house, forcing the handyman to tumble backward onto the steps. The spot where Barnabas had been was now empty, but the newcomer kept staring at it as if he could see something. Dark, slicked back hair glistened as he moved his head this way and that, and his brown, narrow-eyed gaze swept along the room as Willie begged and pleaded for him to leave. He shot up a hand to silence him,
"I am afraid that is impossible; this house…something is terribly wrong with it. It is possessed, yes, there is great evil here. Death knows where it is most welcome, and it lives under this very roof!"
"I can assure you that is not so."
Barnabas said from the landing at the top of the stairs; he was already is his dressing gown, the fine material glossed as he moved with the grace of a cat down the steps to where Willie stood gaping. No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't get over just how fast Barnabas moved.
"Mr. Collins, I presume?"
"Yes, and you are?" He asked, extending a friendly hand.
"Trask…Josiah Trask; my daughter works for you I was told." He replied, staring down at the outstretched hand in a most rude and cold manner.
Barnabas let it drop to his side, "You are Samantha's father?"
"Yes, and I am most concerned about her working for you. One of my congregation members told me she'd seen Samantha buying supplies odd in nature at a store in town. Items for childcare she'd said; I know my daughter would not be so easily led by Satan and his promise of the flesh."
Barnabas looked over to Willie, who was trying his best not to look nervous as he slowly crept his way behind his supernatural friend for safety. Josiah walked toward the fireplace, looking up to admire the chandelier as he spoke aloud,
"I wanted to know more; I secretly followed her up here, but lost track of her at the main house. It was then I met Mrs. Stoddard who informed me Samantha worked here for you and your wife, and lived here, apparently alongside a man with a record."
He shot an accusing, disgusted look toward Willie who came out from behind Barnabas at that,
"I ain't no criminal no more!"
"But you did steal; a severe strike against you from the Almighty who reigns above. He has planned another strike through this man and his wife; they are servants of the devil himself, and will ensure that you suffer enteral damnation in the darkest pits of hell itself!"
"B-Barnabas and Josette are good people!"
Willie shouted, now getting angry to the point where Barnabas had to hold him back while trying desperately to calm him.
"The only fucked up person I see is you! Keep your corrupted self away from my girl, ya hear?!"
"How dare you speak in such a way to a man of God!"
"I got plenty more where that came from!" Willie said wanting to lunge, but Barnabas held him in a tight, unyielding embrace from behind him.
"That is quite enough from the both of you!" Barnabas barked; Willie immediately went still, but the reverend inched closer, his finger pointed in accusation.
"You have poisoned this young man against God and any hope of salvation he has! You are determined to do the same with Samantha. Well, I will not let you have her; she is a servant of the Lord and no other!"
Just then the front door opened; the three men turned sharply to see Samantha standing there in shock.
"Dad, what are you doing here?"
"I have come to save you child."
He grabbed at her, and began to physically pull her toward the doorway as she struggled to free herself.
"Let go of me! I'm not twelve years old anymore!" She shouted as Willie and Barnabas rushed forward to help her.
"I will not have my daughter, the most precious possession I have, become a servant of the devil! You will not fall into the fires of damnation!"
He shouted staring directly at Willie, "And you shall not be seduced by wickedness!"
He grabbed her by the shoulders, "I will save your soul, if not your body, from this horror of a home!"
He turned, half-crazed, to leave all but dragging her as Willie and Barnabas held onto her from within the house…suddenly Josiah was held up in the air, his feet dangling a few inches off the floor. Samantha and the others stepped backward into the home as fast as they could, watching as Josiah was thrown from the entry way into the sitting room. Josette came in from the darkness; her eyes were pure black, fangs glistening in the candlelight as she slammed the front door shut, locking it behind her. The fallen holy man crawled backward in terror as the beautiful but deadly woman advanced on him, throwing a chair and table out of her way; he began to scream as she lunged for his throat.
A/N: Enter dramatic, Robert Cobert DS music cue *here*