roadrunnermuses | meme } { open rp post

"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.

Gloria stumbles back just slightly as the stake comes down, not really sure what to think about any of this. On the one hand, it's a vampire. It's already dead. At the same time, her fellow officers probably heard the gunshots, are coming, and this girl just killed a vampire.

"We need to get you and the body out of here."

Okay. She wasn't freaking out. The lady cop wasn't freaking out. She wasn't calling her a murderer or tackling her to the ground to get her in handcuffs.

Fatima wondered if she was wrong. Did this one work for Liam? She really, really thought she would have remembered someone who looked like that. Or someone with glowing, yellowy eyes.

Well, time for an adventure, she guessed. "Yeah," she said, standing up and dusting off her jeans. "We do."

She sighs heavily, heading down towards the shoulders to try and give them a little leverage. "Did you really not come with a car?"

Because that was going to make getting the vampire out of here a little bit complicated.

"Are you kidding me?" Fatima replied dryly, leaning down to grab the legs, "this is LA. Who doesn't have a car?"

She nodded her head down the street. Just out of the shadows was a compact hybrid. Part of Abel's efforts to make the Order green or something. Fatima didn't really care, as long as it had four wheels and a trunk.

Which it did. Obviously.

That's a relief. Gloria nods as she starts to make her way in the direction of the car, shifting the weight a bit to get a better grip when she passed under a street light and noticed something very distinct about this particular body that makes her startle to a stop.

"He's not blue."

Well. That was rando.

"Blue?" Fatima repeated, not sure if this was some kind of cop code or...what.

"You staked him. When you stake them they turn blue and get all gross and dead."

Oh God, is she helping cover up a murder? She shot the guy in the face, is she trying to cover it up? He smelled like a vampire. This isn't right.

Okay. So it wasn't her first rodeo. Not the most surprising thing, considering the glowing eyes and the way she was taking it all in stride. But she still seemed like a amateur.

"Dude, I have never seen a blue Cainite before," she said. "And he's not dead. Just staked. Make sure that thing doesn't come out, got it?"

"Cainite? What the hell is a Cainite? I thought he was a vampire, and when most vampires get staked, they die."

Gloria is going to punch Bess in the face if she has been feeding her wrong information.

"A Cainite is a vampire," Fatima hissed between her teeth, as she leaned her hip to one side, hoping that the key would unlock the door without her having to let go of the vampire. Modern technology was a wonderful thing. "And I don't know who's been teaching you, but stakes? Only fatal in B-movies and Bram Stoker."

She paused. "Dracula was a real guy, though. For the record. He lived in Vegas up until a few years ago."

The lock clicked open and Fatima frowned a little, trying to figure out how to get the trunk open without dumping Angus' minion.

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