#missbarrow

[txt: L. B.] I should like it very much if y SAVED TO DRAFTS

[txt: L.B.] Hello. I hope you are h SAVED TO DRAFTS

[txt: L.B.] I have been thinking of you often as of ;

Fuck. His fingers slipped. His next message comes quickly.

   “He isn’t a person. Not anymore. He’s a monster now. A vampire.”

Mina frowned, unable to understand why the woman wouldn’t get out of the way. She couldn’t get a clear shot, and was loathe to kill an innocent. She held her ground, hoping against hope that the woman could be persuaded.

On the ground behind Leonie, Horst struggled to his knees. His left arm hung uselessly at his side; his shoulder wet with gore. He did not look at Leonie-- his gaze fixed darkly upon their assailant,  his breathing labored.

    [weakened. easier to kill.]

    “I’m Mina,” Mina softened her tone, taking one hand off her pistol-- slowly extending it towards the blonde. The pistol remained trained on the area at Leonie’s feet; ready to shoot the vampire if he attempted to flee or attack.

Her eyes were scanning him with clinical observation usually reserved for scouring a crime scene, raking up and down his exposed body as she advanced towards him.

“The tattoo. I heard you got yourself a tattoo. I want to see it. Where is it?” There was something of almost maternal disdain in her tone.

Cabal backed away as she advanced, bumping into his  bureau before skirting around the room to the other side  of his desk.

The way Leonie was advancing was a bit too predatory  for his comfort.

(Re. the Musical AU)

@missbarrow (continued from x)

Leonie sighed before she turned around. She was already running late, having had to navigate the tabloid reporters and nosey crowds that continually bombarded the police station doors, she was is a fowl mood and had no patience for yet another nosey gossip looking to stir trouble.

She bit down hard on her manners and attempted to remain polite if curt as she spun on her heel to look this stranger sharply in the eye.

The card caught her attention, and her eyes flicked coolly from Mckie’s name card to her face. An /amateur/. This was just what she needed.

“I do mind, actually.” She flicked her own official police inspector badge back at the woman with a stern looks, “and I’m not sure you have the authority to be here, Miss McKie”

Molly took in the badge before returning her gaze to the Inspector’s, though she didn’t seem too startled to discover that she’d likely walked right up to a lion in the lion’s den and very well asked to be eaten. No, Molly merely kept her grin, placing the holder back into her pocket. 

“Actually, I do.” She replied, and gestured to the building. “There are certain places I can’t go inside the station, certainly, but I can be in the public spaces. That includes any of the public records that are inside. That’s beside the point--sure you already are aware of that.”

L: - tears of laughter-

“Pandemonium was not as scary as advertised, so that one first.  Loneliness…”  didn’t seem very real with Miss Barrow smiling over her brandy snifter,  “is terribly frightening, but not nearly as bad as ugly saggy underwear.  What are you wearing right now, sweetheart?”