Wesley Wyndam Pryce (wes_the_watcher) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2011-03-08 17:34:00 |
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Current location: | Wesley and Gwen's Home |
Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | ashleigh archer, wesley wyndam pryce |
Wesley Has a Minor Freak Out
Who: Ashleigh and Wesley
Where: Gwen and Wes's Home
When: Tuesday Evening, 3/1
Wesley was actually going over a bit of paperwork at the moment. Even though, other than Giles, he really had no one to report to, he still had files to keep and such for his own personal records. They were starting to find most of the Slayers in the Vegas area. It seemed that, like Los Angeles before, some of them were being drawn to the city, which honestly made him worry all the more about this place and what could possibly be going on here. Giles had said that there was a growing threat of the supernatural in Vegas, and the Slayers being subconsciously drawn to the place made more sense. Didn't mean that he had to like it. Right now he was doing write ups on the few Slayers that they had already found.
Ashleigh had been meaning to visit Wesley for close to a week now, but unfortunately, given her schedule at her other job, today was the first chance she could get. She knocked on the other Watchers front door, acutely aware of the fact that she should have called first, but oh well, she was here now. The slender, buxom woman was dressed in blue jeans and a white dressed shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and as always, she wore her silver crucifix. It had actually saved her life once, believe it or not.
He was a little startled when he heard the knock on the door, since he hadn't been expecting anyone, but, when he got up and peaked through the peep hole, he smiled slightly and opened the door. "Hello, Ashleigh. What can I do for you?" he asked, moving so that she could come inside.
"Hello, Wesley," she replied in her sultry English accent, murmuring a polite 'thank you' as she stepped inside. "I actually had some... business that I wanted to discuss with you," she put delicately, smiling faintly as she indicated the business folder that she'd brought with her.
He nodded as she stepped inside. "What would you like to discuss?" he asked her.
"A series of … ritualistic murders that have happened along the west coast recently," she replied, handing him the folder. "Unfortunately, they haven't been made public." Which would explain why she knew something that no one else with the council did, hm? Sometimes working for the cops was helpful like that. "In... saying that, however, I don't think that this is anything that any branch of law enforcement is equipped to handle." Once he'd opened the folder, he'd see why. Photos of victims brutally murdered, hearts ripped from their chests... and two very distinct bite marks. All of the victims had been exsanguinated before mutilated, fortunately.
Wesley visibly blanched when he saw the pictures. Ashleigh wouldn't know this, but it was because Narcissa (the version from this reality) had been murdered this exact same way. He actually dropped the folder, moving his chair away from it as if the folder would leap out and bite him. He was actually visibly shaking. "S...sorry," he said, breathing to try and recover himself. "M...my fiance was murdered in a similar fashion." He kept looking away from both Ashleigh and the folder. "You're right, though. The p...police won't figure this out."
Oh dear. "I'm sorry, Wesley. If I had known..." She pursed her full lips together in frustration. Watchers weren't notoriously known for discussing their feelings, or their past. Still. Had she known, she would have shown more discretion. And kindness. Especially kindness. She picked up the file folder, closed it and set it aside on the couch, before deciding to give him a few minutes. Sweetly enough, she insisted on making them tea and set the cup down on the coffee table for him. "I truly am sorry for your loss. Would you feel up to answering some questions? It might help to determine what we're dealing with here."
He shook his head. "It's not something I exactly spread around a lot," he admitted to her. If he had been prepared, maybe he could have handled the pictures a little bit better. Still, what could you do, right? What's done is done. He reached over for the cup of tea when she had made it for them. "Thank you," he said, both for the tea and the condolences. "I'm fine. Really. It was just...a bit of a shock is all."
"Still... if I'd had any inkling, I wouldn't have been 'business as usual' about it. I can't apologize more for that." She sat down again and pursed her full lips together. She had a personal connection with this case... but hesitated to bring it up now. "The... Vampire responsible. Can you tell me anything about it?"
He nodded. "Like I said. It's not something I spread around much." He technically had her back now, so it wasn't something that he thought of a lot, anymore. Seeing those pictures had just brought up a lot of bad memories of trying to bury himself completely in alcohol, among other things. "The vampire...it was a woman named Frost. Completely bloody crazy, and she happened to enjoy eating the hearts of people." He shuddered again. "I don't remember her drinking the blood of people as well, but I could be wrong about that."
Ashleigh narrowed her eyes, trying to piece little clues together in her mind. "I suspect... that her Sire might have been the one to make her fixated on hearts. Although then again, it could be completely unrelated." She pursed her lips together and decided to tell him something personal. "There were a series of murders in London in the early-to-mid 90's... similar to the one's that I just showed you, which leads to my theory that a Sire teaches it's Childe and then lets it out to play. The Childe is always unhinged in some way to begin with, or simply made crazy over months or years of torture."
She undid the buttons of her dress shirt and pulled it to one side, revealing a jagged scar along her left breast. There were no bite marks on her neck, however. Oh no. The Vampire wanted to cut her heart out while she was still alive. Wasn't that lovely? "I'm sure that you can understand my... concern."
"Not many vampires run around taking the hearts out of people," Wesley pointed out. "The vampire we...dealt with before was from abroad as well. I think she might have been from Ireland." He honestly couldn't remember anymore, but knew that she had some sort of accent. "I distinctly get the feeling that she might have been crazy to begin with." She just came off that way.
His eyes widened when he saw the mark upon her chest. "Yes, I see. I definitely see." If the same vampire from before was back, he was concerned for Narcissa's safety as well.
"True. But the woman that I dealt with wasn't called 'Frost'. ...Unless she changed her name over the years. Which... seems likely, I suppose," Ashleigh murmured as she buttoned up her shirt again, nibbling on her lip thoughtfully. "The best I can suggest is keeping the Slayers on alert. I plan to go to L.A. this weekend to speak to Mr. Giles and go to the local P.D." Since there were more documents there. "See if I can find a pattern."
"I'm not sure how old the vampire that was around before actually was," Wesley admitted. "It was hard to find much information about her." He doubted that would be any easier now, considering the destruction of the Council in London. "Keeping the Slayers on alert is a good idea. When you go to LA, please talk to Mr. Giles about this as well. He'll want to know as well."
"Of course," Ashleigh replied with a curt nod. "I hope that this can be resolved quickly." And with no casualties... that was dreaming, though. She was also dreaming if she thought that research would be all that she'd be needed for. "I'll be sure to keep in touch as things progress."
"I hope that it can be resolved quickly as well." The quicker the better, in his opinion. "With as few losses of life as possible." He'd much rather that as well. "Please keep in touch."