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seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-18 21:14:00

Entry tags:

drusilla, seeley booth

Who: Booth and Dru
What: Booth may not be FBI anymore, but old habits die hard.
When: Not long after the news broadcast. night time.
Where: the orphanage in the city.
Warnings: unpleasantness. Possible violence, it is not-Angel~~daddy~~ and Dru ~~psycho vampire~~

Love quizzes. He was wasting his time with love quizzes on a computer that meant nothing anyways because Bones wasn't even there. Not that he'd be admitting that out loud any time soon, but why did he even bother really? In the back of his mind he kept thinking that quiz was something she'd make him do, or maybe Sweets. And so he had, but neither of them were there to even share the results with. And now..kids were killed. And somehow it made it worse that they were orphans. Booth knew he wasn't on active FBI status in this world, but he knew all about FBI protocol well enough to bullshit it to buy him some time to look around (if anyone was even there when he arrived) and not compromise a crime scene. Anxiously he waited for the sun to set and the media circus to end. He passed the time by pacing his apartment with a scowl set on his face as if in stone, and loaded his gun, then paced some more.

Neck injuries. Vampires. Demons. Hellgods. He knew very little about each of the above, but that didn't stop his hero complex from kicking into over drive. Kids didn't deserve to die. They were innocent victims of circumstance and that was unforgivable to Seeley Booth. There was nothing he hated worse than a kid suffering or children being murdered. It broke something inside him to hear those stories and he had to do something. He couldn't just sit around while local police bumbled and scratched their heads at the "mysterious circumstances" surrounding the deaths of so many children. If he could get to the crime scene, even if there were no bodies Booth could begin to piece together a story. It was his job, his life to solve violent crimes.

Booth made it to the crime scene after the sun had set and the frenzy of reporters left satisfied. He couldn't help but feel a familiar bitter taste at the back of his throat for media but he shook it off, he had more important things to do. He was going to figure out exactly what happened. The bodies were gone, and the chalk outlines remained. Booth could see them as he approached the forbidding yellow caution tape and ducked underneath.

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thestars_scream
2010-03-19 04:26 am UTC (link)

Drusilla was in the in middle of coming up with a little ditty and had returned to the site of her snack after the bright lights were gone. Though she hadn't minded them too much-they were like Christmas trees-she really wasn't in the mood to deal with fat old coppers.

As she hummed absently, walking through the rooms, she gave a small grin as she spotted a small collection of dolls. Scooping one up, she hugged it close. "Miss Edith! I just knew I'd find another one of you here." She was absolutely in a better mood now. She lightly swayed from side to side while walking, a graceful serpent in the garden, as she made her way back outside. Stepping out of the door that she had just a short time ago torn halfway off its hinges, her eyes focused on a figure ahead of her. The shape was right, and her eyes lit up.

A moment later, her eyes narrowed again, and she actually pouted. It wasn't Angelus. It wasn't even Angel. This was their twin. She stood still as a statue for a moment, but didn't say a word, waiting to see how long it'd be til he saw her. Just for fun!

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hates_clowns
2010-03-19 05:07 am UTC (link)

Booth ducked inside the eerie building past the caution tape and almost instantly regretted it. His eyes drank in the sight (or rather lack there of) and his heart sunk. He felt useless. More than a little..There were no bodies to examine. No witness', what was he thinking he could possibly accomplish by going after dark? It was harder to work like this. Behind the scenes with very little access to the evidence. He had to do something, find something.

He had to help. He looked around at the outlines and winced. If this had been DC they would be half way to solving the case and catching the bad guy already. But now he was reduced to sneaking around and finding loopholes to do what he did best.

It didn't take him long to feel a chill at the back of his neck like someone was watching him. "Hey. Whose there?" He demanded as he turned around and saw the slender figure leaning so casually in the frame.

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thestars_scream
2010-03-19 01:26 pm UTC (link)

When he spotted her, a slow smile slid across her lips and she walked forward slowly so that the moonlight illuminated her. "Miss Edith says you shouldn't be here. Naughty boy, breaking all the rules." Her voice was soft and singsong in tone, with a heavy cockney accent slipping into it. She paused, glancing around the room, then back to him once again.

"Do you think she'll like my present?" Dru wasn't elaborating on exactly which 'she' she meant. It was Lilith, of course, but a certain big-headed Slayer would have probably thought she meant her. The brunette shook back her dark hair and hugged the dolly close, her gaze centering on him again.

"I did it all for her. To get ready for the tea party! The children were late."

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hates_clowns
2010-03-19 06:17 pm UTC (link)

Booth watched her warily. Maybe Buffy had a point. He looked like this Angel and she was supposedly his daughter so the two of them had a connection weather he wanted to admit it or not. But that being said it was still a crime scene and Booth was a seasoned Federal Agent. Hard headed ontop of it all. He bit his tongue from saying anything while he watched her squeeze that toy like a little kid. If Sweets were there he'd be making a mentle note and confiding in him later. But he wasnt Booth had nobody like that here and it got to him. Another thing to make this hard.

His eyes followed her every movement with disgust as she admitted to the crime. Even seemed proud of herself and for what? "They were just kids. They didn't deserve this. " he motioned to the empty room and wondered if his gun would have any effect at all of the psycho bitch. It was like she had no soul at all. It sickened him and he couldn't stop her, could he? Buffy was the one with the vampire knowledge. So he hesitated and looked around. She was standing in his only way out.

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thestars_scream
2010-03-20 02:28 am UTC (link)

"Who's to say what they deserve?" Drusilla smiled slowly, humming absently as she began to move towards him. Had he said something about a soul, she would have gladly admitted to not having one of those nasty things. Her gaze remained fixed on him, somewhat amazed by the resemblance.

"I wonder...would you taste like my daddy?" The smile shifted into a grin as she raised one hand, her razor sharp nails glimmering in the moonlight. "You'll let me have a sip, won't you, puppy?" She continued to move towards him, the grin never leaving her lips as she noted that he had realized that he couldn't get out without going past her.

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hates_clowns
2010-03-20 07:37 am UTC (link)

"Definitely not you. " The soul line crossed his mind once or twice as she watched him like a..what was it she called humans? Blood sacks? And he had to look away or be sick. This girl if you could even call her that had just slaughtered children in cold blood. It stunned even Booth to silence.

"You're not gonna get a chance to find out. It's not snack time." Booth attempted wit in the face of danger. He had time. Vampires supposedly had super powers or something, if he pulled his gun to soon she would be able to evade and he'd be even more fucked then he was. Booth stood his ground. Internally he was scared, but externally he hid it well. He wasn't one to duck and run even when the odds were down. He was one of DC's best and it wasn't just a title. He'd served in the Army Rangers, he was far from helpless. Even against a vampire, she was still a girl. Or girlish anyway. Girlish monster..thing? Whatever. The point was, he wasn't helpless. He could take care of himself and he would. The last thing he needed was having to go bite back his pride and tell Buffy he couldn't. His pride wouldn't let him.

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thestars_scream
2010-03-20 11:31 pm UTC (link)

"'Course it is." She smirked lightly, moving ever closer. "Are you a dancer, copper? I bet you dance like my daddy. You might even know how to dance with me." Again, the smirk became a grin. As she reached him, she raised a hand to his cheek, touching it with her ice cold fingertips lightly. "You're all warm inside. I was warm too, once."

She paused as she tried to remember that time. It was so long ago that it was all kind of blurry in her mind. "But I lost the warmth. Can't ever get it back. No matter what they try and do." She meant Spike and Angel now. "None of it's real, you know."

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hates_clowns
2010-03-22 05:38 am UTC (link)

"Only God can decide that." He raised a brow as she moved closer. Practically seeming to flow toward him like a corny eighty's vampire flick. Was she for real? He found himself questioning her at least until her fingertips touched his cheek and it sent a icy cold chill down his spine. His eyes closed out of habit against it as if it were physically biting and not just a mental spook out. Then she spoke again and he jerked his head back.

"What are you talking about?" Why was he still talking to her at all? He hadn't even tried to reach for his gun holstered and half hidden under his leather jacket he wore.

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thestars_scream
2010-03-28 05:31 pm UTC (link)

"God doesn't care about them, you silly boy." She smirked when he jerked his head back from her hand, not moving from where she was. Instead, she leaned in a little closer. "I've talked to him, and he told me so. He whispers in my ear sometimes." Her other hand raised next to her ear, and she made a small 'psppsppsp' sound rubbing her fingers together to demonstrate. "Not that I listen, of course."

"Their souls. They think they've kept them and that it stops them, but it means nothing." She tilted her head, her eyes focusing on his, trying to hold them in place. She was exceptionally good at hypnosis, and he'd make a good treat.

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