Isabella Marie Swan ✝ &quot;Juliet&quot;

"A supply of them is still good. I'll hold it in reserve; we're already going to produce the rumor that I can teleport, so after I can't back that up anymore it'll be nice to be able to produce the rumor that I can make a vampire burst into flames at a hundred paces to supplant it. How many vampires?"

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"Fourteen," he says cheerfully.

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"You think some of them will bolt while I'm dusting the others, or will I have to explicitly let somebody go?" she asks, reaching under her mask to scratch her eyebrow.

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"Some of them will bolt," he assures her. "If they are all foolish enough to continue attacking you, I suppose you can kill them all and we can find you another batch."

Edited Date: 2013-02-20 03:18 am (UTC)

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"Mkay. There's more spots in L.A.?"

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"Plenty."

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"Spiffy. I'll hit one every weekend and most holidays, I guess, and a few on random Thursdays or wherever just to keep them on their toes."

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"Delightful," says Sherlock.

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Shell Bell reappears in both senses of the word. "I looked around and I went in real quick - scentless, not breathing, they didn't notice me. There's fourteen vampires in there, just sort of lying around, one's asleep. On the street there's one homeless guy sitting around but he's so high he could probably see you teleporting in even if you didn't. Nobody else, although someone could come around the corner if we wait, are we ready to go right now?"

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Juliet conjures a stake, polished with a grip designed to fit her hand exactly, and says, "I'm ready. Sherlock?"

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He nods.

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"Who's going first?"

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"Me."

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Shell Bell turns invisible again and ports him to the corner. [There you go.]

And she makes a second trip for Juliet.

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Juliet is landed right into the nest - Sherlock is her backup; if she can handle this without people wondering who her friend is it'll be clearer she's the Slayer. She dusts the first vamp before anyone knows she's there. Shell Bell has killed the scents in the room and the air has a weird tastelessness to it even through her mask. Juliet lunges for the next nearest vampire.

Edited Date: 2013-02-20 03:46 am (UTC)

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Sherlock watches.

Oh, she is a glory.

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They're all ascramble, evenly divided between those who want to run and those who want to take her apart. She stakes the second one, whirls and blocks a grab from the third before dusting him too, and then says to Shell Bell [Now,] which is Shell Bell's cue to teleport her across the room. (This is part of the rumor they're spreading, of course.) She dusts two more vampires who weren't expecting her in that section and then she stalks menacingly towards another, who joins the knot of them all trying to get out the door at the same time. He's not fast enough. He gets a stake in the back.

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...Well, now he's just feeling inappropriately attracted to her.

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Nothing inappropriate about it.

She kills ten. Four scatter; they go in all directions, so she goes ahead and picks one and gives chase and gets him half a block away.

[Brick place?] she asks Shell Bell, and Shell Bell vanishes her. (One of the fleeing vampires is still within sight of her and makes a despairing noise when she goes.)

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Shell Bell fetches Sherlock next, and they are all right back where they came from, not five minutes later.

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"Beautifully done," he says, grinning. "I'm a terrible bodyguard; I spent the latter half of that spectacle thinking about how unreasonably attractive you are."

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"I didn't wind up needing bodyguarding, no harm done," she says, sidling up to him from where Shell Bell landed her. "Not a scratch on me. They were slow. Even startled they could've done better."

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"I," he says, "would like to show you my nice comfortable new basement. And then make out with you in it."

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"I would like to be shown this basement. And make out with you in it," Juliet agrees.

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