"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.