knifeofsadness (knifeofsadness) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-13 21:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail whistler, open, seeley booth |
Who: Abigail Whistler and Seeley Booth (Open)
What: Returning from a hunt
When: around 3am
Where: her hotel room
Rating: TBD
Status: In progress
It'd been a couple days since she'd met Spike and he assured her that vampires were still around. So every night she'd left, leaving Booth a note, but usually she got back before he ever found it and knew she was gone. She hadn't had any luck.. until tonight.
She'd walked past an alley, not expecting anything until she heard a scream. Abigail was more than ready and quickly sprung into action, chasing down the alley. Catching sight of a pair of legs being drug down the next turn she ran, chasing after. Pulling her gun she shot at the firsy chance she got. Seconds later she saw ash in the air and the smell of sulfer.
Finally after months of nothing, thinking they were gone she struck paydirt. Going around the corner her brows shot up. She struck paydirt and she was very nearly fucked. There were nearly ten of them and they all looked pissed off and hungry. Quickly she shot, taking down three more of them, but the rest of them came at her. One tackled her into a wall, he cheek getting scraped by it.
Gritting her teeth she lagged her elbow back and twisted around, slamming a stake through his heart. a fist came at her, busting her lip and she groaned. That was it, she'd had enough. Abigail gritted her teeth when she felt a blade slice through her jacket and cut her arm. She activated the arc and started slicing through them, not giving them the chance to do worse to her. They were amateurs, but the amount of them was more than she should face on her own but she didn't have a choice.
Making sure the area was clear she nodded and headed back to the sidewalk, dabbing at her lip, wincing. Sighing she got on her bike at the corner and raced back to the hotel. She pulled the coat on, thankful it was late and she could slip in without anyone seeing her. Her face was scraped, lip bleeding, and the cut on her arm that was hurting like a bitch. Not to mention she had smudges of ash on her face, some stuck to her clothes.
As silently as possible she slipped into her room and shut the door. All she wanted to do was get a shower, tend to her wounds and not have him awake to fuss over her being hurt. She started to cross the room, peeking in through the connecting door, he was still asleep. She took the note off the door and headed for the bathroom. Her foot hit the table by the door and knocked a vase off, sending it crashing to the floor.
Shit.