She wasn’t exactly sure what the catalyst for it all had been. They had been awkwardly going through small-talk on the ride to the address -she and Hartley making amazing work of ignoring the three ton elephant in the backseat with her- and had even managed to continue the light conversation all the way up to the front door. Blake had knocked, there had been no answer. Miller came in, announcing the involvement of the sheriff’s department…
And that’s when shit hit the fan.
There was the sound of rushed movement inside the house as the occupants clearly all geared towards the back exit. Miller had already been resting her hand on the butt of her service weapon, and had it out and the safety off before she’d even began taking off towards the back of the house. Rounding the corner, she came face-to-face with two burly men and one that clearly looked like he’d seen better days - the ones probably prior to the meth addiction that clearly riddled him now. “Fallcrest Sheriff’s Department, put your hands where I can see them and don’t make a move!” she called out, gun trained on the men. She knew to expect just about anything, but having the methhead toss a fireball at her was still not something one could prepare for. She dove to the ground, and next thing she knew, Blake was holding a gun of her own as she came in behind her and began to exchange fire with the other two men. Miller ran on instinct and once again picked up her gun and joined in the firefight. Between herself and Blake, they managed to wound the methhead while staving off the two larger men, but as it looked like they were loosing the upper hand, something happened in almost the blink of an eye…
Now she was drenched in blood that wasn’t her own, doubled over trying to catch her breath after radioing in the three, now-dead, suspects. “Well…I think lunch’s been postponed,” she managed between breaths.
Hartley had planned to stay in the car until this whole thing was over since it wasn’t her job and she had no business to butt in. While she thought that, she could still hear the conversations going on outside and inside the house. Things already looked like it wasn’t going to turn out well but before she could even tell them, her two friends was having a gun fight with whomever was inside.
Then everything changed in a flash and all went downhill from there.
She didn’t know what happened but out of nowhere, her senses was flooded by the overwhelming scent of blood. Anything that happened afterwards was a blur. It took a split second for the vampire to go from sitting in the car and barreling into one of the suspects. While she wasn’t a fighter herself, she was capable of holding her own against the larger man. Perhaps she was taking his attacks as well but Hartley couldn’t tell. Her attention had locked onto his blood, and not a moment later, the room was covered with another layer of blood.
The veins beneather her eyes pulsing violently as the young vampire continue to lose to her own bloodlust. Right after the first body hit the floor, Hartley sped towards her next victim and the same results repeated. When the last body hit the floor, her attention went to the next victim in the room - however when she caught sight of her best friend, reality sank in as her fangs and bloody veins disappeared. “.. B-Blake..” Her eyes widened as she soaked in the scene. She messed up. “I..” What was she supposed to say? She looked over to Miller for help as she subconsciously backed away from the two. The scent of blood was too strong and if she stepped any closer to the two women, Hartley was scared what might happened.
It was just supposed to be a routine visit. It would take only fifteen minutes, tops. Even Miller had agreed everything was mundane enough for Hartley to accompany them as a civilian...then again, she of all people should know that know that very little remains ‘mundane’ around Fallcrest.
Blake had gone ahead and let the Sheriff take care of confronting the inhabitants of the home because, after all, that was her role in this exchange. However, when she realized what the human woman was being faced with, instinct took over and she immediately drew her concealed weapon and head towards the sound as back-up. It didn’t take long for her single clip to run dry as she laid down some cover fire for the Sheriff, but considering they weren’t exactly dealing with ignorant mundanes here, it didn’t take the witch long to get back in the groove of using her telekinesis. It had been a long while since she’d been able to flex her powers though, and it didn’t seem like it would be enough.
Then there was a blur of movement, and she found herself covered in warm viscous liquid.
One glance over to Miller and she could see that what covered them both was blood and bits of viscera. Eyes wide in confusion she looked up to see Hartley -soft, warm, innocent, Hartley- latched onto one of the men’s necks. Blake took the sight in, slowly piecing together some of the puzzle in the time it took her friend to finally drop the guy - or at least, what was left of him, that is. She was jarred out of her stunned stupor by the sudden change of the veined and fanged bloodthirsty woman, to that of her best friend, scared and trembling, face covered in blood.
All it took was Hartley’s broken attempt to call out to her, for Blake to begin to take a step towards her, but a firm hand pressed the the front of her of her left shoulder made her stop.