Who - Tamsin (Featuring Graham) What - Graham being forced to turn Where - Sunnydale When - Now Warnings - Character Death Status - Complete
Tamsin had stuck with her partner throughout most of her time in Sunnydale. Although, she’d mostly been sulking about her lack of powers. He’d actually been in his element with the ones he’d been given by the Seal. Being a werewolf suited the former sheriff down to the ground. But, even he wasn’t strong enough to take on the uber vamps that had started to appear. And, she was human. So, while she had centuries of training and practice under her belt, she didn’t have the strength to go with them. They ran. As far, and as fast as they could. But, they seemed to be more interested in something else, and the detectives lost them. Tamsin leant against a nearby wall, having lost her breath. Which just pissed her off more. It should take a lot more than that to tire her out this much. She was fae damnit! A valkyrie even. The mother fucking harbinger of death. And yet, here she was getting tired out by a little jogging. It was fucking ridiculous. “I think we lost them, partner.” She said turning to Graham. Except, he wasn’t behind her. Which pissed her off, because they were supposed to be watching each other’s backs. “Isn’t that just like a man.” She muttered to herself. But then, she heard a low growl behind her. Turning, she saw a large wolf-man thing behind her. “Graham? Ah crap!!!” She said before turning and running. She sprinted as fast as she could from the werewolf, even though she knew his instinct would be to chase her. Turning, she pulled the sword from the scabbard from her back. She was a valkyrie, and a warrior damnit. Not a weak little girl. She would go down fighting. It’s not like it was the first time she’d died. But, there was the possibility that it could be her last. She knew that. But then, maybe it would just send her home. Back to live the life she’d already watched on the TV. Sleeping with Dyson. Hale and Kenzi’s death. All of it. However, fending off a rabid animal, was harder than fighting off another warrior. They were all teeth and claws. And, while she managed to cut him once, it wasn’t long before he’d gotten through her defences, and ripped out her throat.