roadrunnermuses | meme } { open rp post

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.

"I've seen it. So I don't know what the fuck a Cainite is, but it's not like any vampire I've ever encountered and I'm really getting sick of this supernatural bullshit."

Gloria's frustration was rising again, and she shifts the minion to one hand, reaching for the trunk latch, and yanking upwards. She only just managed to not break it, so thank God for small favors. Or at least that's what she'd say if she wasn't pissed.

Despite lacking any kind of credibility with the civilian, or pseudo-civilian population, at all, Fatima managed to give the cop a very, very stern look. It was borrowed from her mother, who had perfected the art of the stern look when Fatima was a child.

"Keep your voice down," she said, shifting to start the process of dumping minion boy into the trunk. "Supernatural bullshit begets supernatural bullshit. He's probably got friends in the area. MacLeod minions always operate in gaggles."

Gloria closed her eyes, exhaling slowly, before nodding. "Sorry. Let's just get him in the car."

She needed to get back to work. As much as she wanted to question this further, people are going to be looking for her soon, and she needed to answer for discharging her weapon.

Gritting her teeth, Fatima flung his legs up into the trunk, crushing the bag of tortilla chips that had fallen out of her shopping earlier in the day. They let out a satisfying crunch and she had to wince, mourning for the loss of her favorite munchies.

Oh well. Sometimes, evil destroyed your junk food.

"Hold him still a second," she said, grabbing a roll of duct tape and peeling off a long strip. "That stake comes out in the trunk and he's definitely getting out."

Gloria did as she was told, bracing the shoulders of the vampi-Cainite-whatever it was before putting him in the trunk completely. She was careful not to disturb the stake, but even with her unnatural werewolf strength she was starting to get a little tired.

Or maybe that was just the adrenaline fading.

Fatima patted down a piece of tape across his chest. And for good measure, she ripped a second piece, laying it across in the opposite direction. He wasn't getting unstaked if she could help it. Even with her insane driving.

She ran to the backseat, pulling out a blanket. With practiced ease, she lay it across the guy's body, tucking the edges under.

And when she was done, she took a step back, huffing out a sigh before she turned to look at Gloria. "Well..."

"I gotta get back." She reached over the slam the trunk, putting the really confusing body out of her line of vision. "They're going to want to know why I was shooting, and if I run it'll look like I was chasing someone."

It'll give her an inch of credibility, which is what she needs at the moment.

All systems had chains of command. And frankly, Fatima was just glad she wasn't being wrestled to the ground. But she had her own chain of command to follow. Which mean that she was going to have to send someone from the Order to deal with this woman. She didn't really love the whole memory wiping business, but she understood why it was important. Insulting to the human race, but important.

"What's your name?" she asked. "Obviously, we need to talk about some stuff, at some point."

Although it seemed more likely she'd be getting a visit from Liam or Artemis.

"Detective Robinson." She was on the job, so that came out before she even thought too much into it. She then pat down her pockets for a moment, before reaching into her jacket and pulling out her business card. "Gloria. Cell's at the bottom."

Because they obviously won't be talking about work things.

Fatima took the card, stung immediately with guilt about what she had to do. But she nodded slightly. "Thanks. Thanks...Detective."

She paused. "Gloria."

She nodded, before taking another step backwards. "Drive careful. Getting pulled over with a body in the trunk would suck."

And with that, she was going to take off running back down the sidewalk.

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