roadrunnermuses | meme } { open rp post

Fatima wasn't supposed to be skulking around in the shadows tonight. She was supposed to be at the bar with her new friends, drinking, laughing, and pretending that she was a real college student, even if it was only community college. She liked hanging with civilians. They had a certain way of having conversations that didn't involve the words 'blood' or 'ghouls' or 'world domination' that she found appealing.

It was like Angeus MacLeod just knew when she was busy. And of course, Artemis couldn't very well send a vampire operative to the scene. No. That would be too convenient for Fatima's social life. Had to be Fatima, she said. Or one of the other dhampir. They were the best choice. Fatima had mostly volunteered because she new that otherwise Emily or one of the others would volunteer, show up, and be careless.

Okay, maybe she had a little bit of an ego.

She slipped around a brick wall, to an alley. With a slight jiggle of her arm, a stake slipped down the sleeve of her coat, the tip of it resting against her palm.

Some things, however, are benefits. Gloria catches the girl's scent before she comes into the light and the flashlight spins through the air, trying to spot the person.

"Who's there?" Her ears listen for the sound of footsteps. "I'm LAPD, identify yourself now."

Crap. The police. They always made life ten times more difficult. Especially the ones that weren't working for Liam and...yeah...Fatima was pretty sure she didn't recognize this one.

She raised her hands, letting the stake slide back down in her sleeve.

How to play this one? Bimbo? An oldie but a goodie, certainly.

"Like," she said, raising her voice an octave or so, "is this the Delta Delta Delta party? Because if it's not, I'm royally annoyed with those bitches."

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

She turns to face the girl with a mild glare, lowering her weapon just slightly. "This is a crime scene. Not a party."

Fatima glanced up at the house. She noticed, with a bit more interest than the typical sorority sister, that there was a Scottish crest on the wall of the room nearest the alley. Definitely worth investigating. And it certainly was a little, flashing neon sign that read 'Angus MacLeod was here.'

She'd have to ditch the fuzz fast.

"You sure this isn't the Tri Delt house?" she asked cheerfully.

"Positive." She makes her way closer, clicking off her flashlight. She can see in the dark well enough and she needs the free hand. The flashlight goes to her belt, and her hand finds the girl's arm. "Let's get you out of here."

Damn it, the cop had her by the stake arm. Fatima's every instinct was screaming at her to wrench her arm free. But a stupid sorority bimbo wouldn't do that, so she couldn't either.

Well, hopefully, Angus wouldn't be showing up to make a curtain call.

"Are you a Delta Zeta?" she asked. She had no idea if that was an actual sorority or not, but she figured she ought to keep chattering away.

Gloria sighs heavily before shaking her head. "No. I'm a cop. We don't really have sororities."

Not saying that she didn't have the opportunity, but that was none of this girl's business.

"The cops are here to break up the party already?" she gushed. It was entirely possible that Fatima was burying herself in the role a little too much. But she was supposed to be out partying with stupid college kids tonight, after all.

Call it karmic justice or something.

She was about to make a thoroughly vapid remark about how totally cute the woman's shoes were, or something, when she noticed that they were passing the kitchen window now. And there was a vase of heather resting on the sill.

Oh damn.

"There was no party. There was a murder. I'm fairly certain the killer is the one who caused the major problem." She reached the edge of the crime scene tape when she realized that she couldn't drag a civilian through an active crime scene. She glanced to the side before glancing back.

"How did you get here?"

"I just walked over," Fatima said.

And that fidgeting? Yeah, that wasn't her faking any more. She was feeling the genuine need, now, to put some distance between herself and the police.

Angus was going to be back.

"Come on. I'm walking you back." As much as she does want to find the vampire in question, she didn't want the girl going home alone either. Her side arm remains at her side, and they keep walking. "I'd recommend staying in for the night."

Fatima laughed nervously. She supposed a real sorority girl would be OMGing all over the place about the revelation of murders. But she was very quickly losing the character.

Why were civilians so stubborn when you were trying to save their lives?

"I can find my way back," she said. "It's all right. Thanks, though."

Because when the civilian is not a civilian she has a sense of honor and duty and all those other annoying things that add up to her not leaving you alone.

"I'd feel more comfortable walking you back." Once she's in the safety of her own home she should be fine. Gloria just had to get her there.

That's the moment Fatima felt it. It was that unseen sense that all dhampir possessed, that ability to practically smell a vampire in the air.

Not literally, of course. That would be gross.

Fatima just knew, without knowing how she knew, that he was there. Close. Extremely close. And moving.

There was no more time for role playing. "Get down!" Fatima shouted suddenly, shoving the cop lady to one side as something came flying at them.

Gloria may possess some little enhancements when it comes to being a werewolf, but she still goes where she's shoved. She hits the ground hard, but manages to roll quickly to her feet, gun up.

"What the hell?"

Fatima shook her arm, letting her stake slide into her hand. She turned, all of her muscles tensing as she tried to track the vampire. Unfortunately, her unseen sense didn't really improve her vision any. In the dark, she was just as blind as anyone else.

She moved forward slowly, gesturing behind her back for the cop lady to keep quiet. Even if it was a big, old Masquerade breach, there was still hope to smooth this over. Maybe the cop would ask Fatima for her parents' number or something. She could call Liam over and he could just erase the whole night.

But that was assuming they lived through it.

While Fatima can't see, Gloria can. She catches the sweep of the coat and turns to train her gun in that direction. She's starting to get frustrated, and whether this girl was in the know or not was not important.

Her temper is getting the better of her, and her eyes flash gold for a brief moment before she mutters. "Come on. Where are you?"

Man, the civilians sometimes didn't know when to quit.

Fatima turned to look over her shoulder, to shush the cop lady again. And that was when she saw the eyes.

"What the...?"

The vampire drops silently behind Fatima while she's busy wondering what the hell was up with her eyes. Her gun comes up quickly.

"Duck!"

You have about two seconds before she starts firing.

There was no need to tell her twice. Fatima dropped into a squat, pivoting around to get a better look at the vampire. She couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but she had a good sense that this wasn't Angus. Probably a minion.

He'd have to be questioned.

"Aim for the face!" she hissed at the cop. Bullets wouldn't kill him, but enough shots to the face would be ample distraction. At least enough for her to get the stake into this guy.

Gloria didn't have to be told twice either. She aimed high, firing right into the vampires face before he count take another step forward. The scent of gunpowder and blood filled the air, but she didn't stop. She kept firing.

Okay, well, that was working. At least for the moment. Fatima shifted her weight, keeping her head down. She wasn't as strong as a vampire, but she could be just as durable if she put her mind to it.

Or rather, put her blood to it.

She concentrated for a moment, remembering exactly how Liam taught her. Focus your mind on your skin. Imagine it turning hard. Like diamonds. Let your mind see it in your head.

She saw it and she was off, lunging forward and grabbing the vampire around the knees with a grunt. Fatima was small, but with the element of surprise, not to mention the momentum of bullets, on her side, she knocked the undead fuck off of his feet.

Gloria stopped shooting when Fatima lunged forward, holstering her weapon and charging over to help. She immediately went for the vampires hands, clapping the handcuffs on him to hold him still. Hopefully.

She exhaled slowly as she heard the final click before glancing over at the girl.

"You alright?"

No. She wasn't all right. She was the ward of the Prince of the city and a walking neon sign that screamed 'Ask me about vampires.'

But some things were more important than protecting dead people.

Like pretending other people from becoming dead people.

So Fatima grabbed her stake, gritted her teeth, and with a regretful, "Sorry," to the police woman, plunged it into the vampire's chest.

You are magnificent

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