Who: Meg and Sherlock and John What: Sherlock gets possessed, and comes home Where: Streets of Lawrence When: Late morning feb 15 Rating: High Status: Closed
Meg had a knack for finding the weak ones, and having a little fun. The homeless part of town really gave her a blast on the boring days. Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and Meg had spent the earlier part of the day decorating a very trashy part of town with blood, guts, and hearts from those who tried to ask her out. They were so cute when they thought she was there to help them, or give them a good time. And they were even cuter when they died, gasping for air, as Meg tore their heart from their chest.
Maybe she took 'giving you my heart' a little too seriously, or maybe not. She was a demon, after all.
But today, today was the day after V-day, and today was the day that Meg ran into a not so homeless looking man wandering the bad part of town.
"You lost, darlin'?" Meg asked, stopping about twenty feet in front of him, standing in the middle of the road.
She looked innocent enough. Clean clothes, nice hair, a pretty smile. She wasn't homeless, and she wasn't insecure.