put your fangs in the air

N.O.P.D. Detective. 28. Human. Hunter ---------------------- "Passion. it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?" -BtVS

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Moodboard {02/??}: Shell casings + dead leads

“Classical tragedy was the war between good and evil. We wanted evil to be defeated and good to be victorious. But the battle in modern tragedy is between good and good. And no matter which side wins, we'll still be heartbroken.”

- Asghar Farhadi

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Vera couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Of course it is.” She muttered, before holding up a hand. “Save me the sob story, I beg of you.”

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Beatrice just stood there as Vera replied. It may be a sob story, but it’s led me here.

She chose to ignore the comment Vera made with a sigh. “Day or night, call that number.” Bea pointed to the playing card in Vera’s grip. She then backed away facing Vera. “I”ll find whatever they are without your help. At least you’ll get paid.” With that said she turned around and walked down the street and back towards the precinct.

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Vera merely nodded in response. While Vera worked with dark magic, and while many believed that to automatically label her as dark, Vera would help anyone who had a good offer for her. After all, if she had something to gain, why not? She looked out for herself, simple as that. “Who else knows about all of this?” The witch couldn’t help but ask. “And what brought all of this on?” She asked right after.

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Bea took a deep breath, like she was about to swallow something big. She ran her tongue over her teeth, making a sucking noise. She was asking a lot from this girl. At lease Beatrice could do is shoot straight. “This case...” She looked down. “It’s personal to me.”

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Vera merely shrugged, neither agreeing nor declining to the request to give the blonde a call. Besides, she wasn’t above sending someone to their death if they were stupid enough to go after vampires. “Fine.” She finally said. “Hope you’re armed with something besides that pretty face, though.”

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Beatrice took her hands out of her back pocket and stepped towards Vera. “Day or night. Call that number.” She looked around the deserted end of the street. It was the calm before the tourist storm. It was Mardi Gras just around the corner, and Beatrice knew (even only after living in New Orleans for three years), that the quarter that is now slow(er), will soon be packed with fresh victims. Like lambs to the slaughter.

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Vera couldn’t help but laugh. “You are so in over your head.” She said through her chuckles.

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Beatrice bit her lip, to hold herself from saying something that would turn the girl away. She breath in and then spoke. “Just call, okay? I know you know something. Or you wouldn’t have met me. What I find or meet is my fate. Yours will just be information.”

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Vera watched the blonde closely while her face remained expressionless, though it hardened as she heard she had been watched for over a week. Internally, she seethed, and her anger showed in her eyes, but despite this, her lips remained pressed into a tight line.

She considered the request silently for several moments, and hesitantly reached out to take the card offered to her, examining it intently. “What chance do you possibly think you have against vampires?” The witch finally questioned in a low drawl, raising her eyes to the blonde and arching an eyebrow.

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“The store you frequent in the quarter has customers that are suspects in a a cold murder case.” Beatrice’s voice was flat as she took a step back. “My number is on that card. If you know anything, even if you don’t think it’s important. It might be.” 

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Us of Lesser Gods // Narrative I

There is a joke about why bagpipe players march in parade. The punch line is they leave the sounds behind them.

Beatrice sat at morning at her kitchen table letting her coffee grow cold. She spoke nothing to her family swarming around her. Her mom and dad were squabbling in German over something on the news, while Lukas and her fiancee, Mark, were making small talk about Cardinals football. Bea said nothing. Just starting into open space. 

She kept seeing her partner’s face, over, over, and over again. As if it was a song stuck in her head. His expression on his face, that of fear as his warm life was sucked from this life.

“Bea, honey...?”  Mark walked into her line of sight. “We have to get going.” Beatrice nodded slowly and stood up from her chair. She smoothed her hands over her dress blues that all the cops wore to formal events. Mark reached to take her hand, but Beatrice didn’t reach back. She walked straight towards her door. 

“We are here today in remembrance.” The police chief, James Wuornos started his eulogy. “Today we remember a man, a cop... A friend.” Beatrice reached for the hand of her partner’s mother. “Sam O’Gorman was a great man. And was a damn good cop. I remember the day he start on my force. In all my years, I have never seen so much good stay with a man. Sammy was good until they day the Lord sought to take him into heaven.” Beatrice breath deep, closing her eyes, seeing Sam’s face once more, the same fear of his last breath.

“Today, we bury a good cop. But we will not forget his life. We will not forget his impact that he made. His smile, his memory, his example in life and as a cop will not be buried today. His body may be lowered into the earth today, but Sammy’s soul will live in each of us.” He was the good in me. Beatrice breathed once more, her hand still held Mrs. O’Gorman’s. 

“Whisky sour.” Beatrice waved down the bartender. 

“Make that two.” Craig Harris, Beatrice’s friend and fellow cop took the stool next to her. The lot of Sam O’Gorman’s co-workers and friends congregated at the local watering hole after they just buried their colleague and friend. It was the place for them to unwind, to take off the badge and become just people again. Beatrice smiled over at Craig, he said noting in return. Just a smile in reply. 

“I loved him.”

“I know.” Craig looked over at the rest of the Tucson PD playing darts in the corner.

“No, I loved that son of a bitch. And he had to go and jump in front of danger for me.” The bar tender placed the drinks on the worn bar.

“He loved you too.” Craig took a drink. “What’d ya expect?” Beatrice had no response. She took a large sip from her drink, and sat in silence with Craig. The only sounds were the ambient rowdy sounds of her friends playing darts and the juke box. Just as she tuned into what was playing, it changed.

“If I ever leave this world alive...”

Beatrice shook her head and smiled. “Mother fucker.”

“What?” Craig looked back at Bea.

“Bar keep!” Beatrice waved him down. “Whisky for anyone with a uniform.” The bar tender nodded looking a tad confused. Craig’s eyes were still fixed on Beatrice. 

“Sammy, he--” Bea watched as the bar tended handed out shot of whiskey to all her friends. He placed one down at the bar for Craig and her. “After that case, when I got shot in the gut by a perp. Remember... We found the guy that was dealing all the coke in this area. And well that fucker got me good. I was knocked out for days.” She threw back the shot and slammed it upside down on the counter. Craig did the same. “Sam had the best singing voice. He sang for his church choir, ya know...” Craig nodded in response. “Well, I was still in the ICU and I had this song stuck in my head. I couldn’t figure out why until I woke up and say that Sammy’s face beside me. He was singing the last of this chorus. With that shit eating grin on his face, like he knew that I was gonna be okay...”

“You two just knew how to work a case.” Craig huffed through his nose. “Never seen anything like it.”

“I’m scared. Of what’s out there...”

“Bea. Everyone is scared when their partner is passed... I mean Cammie was killed I’d--”

“No, Craig.” Beatrice turned towards him. Her eyes were dark with fear. “You have no idea what I was. What really killed my Sam.” She leaned in. “There are things--things of mystery that lurk.” She put her hands over her face. Her eyes burned as she held back hot tears. “It was no animal that killed my Sam!”

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“A badge doesn’t really scare me.” Vera responded with a shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t do things without getting something in return. Badge or no badge.”

“And I do intend to remain anonymous, thank you very much. I’d rather not have people up my ass for this.” She huffed, crossing her arms. For a moment, she regarded the female. “What do you need?” She finally asked.

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Beatrice took a step back and shoved her hands in her back jean pockets. Maybe she’d finally found the break she needed. She eyed Vera for her next move. “I know that you practice magic in the quarter. I’ve been tailing you for a week or so. I’m looking for information about vampires. Any connection or contact you have will help with some open cases.” 

Beatrice reached over into her breast pocket of her brown leather jacket. She pulled out a red playing card with with one phone number scribbled across the queen of hearts face in black ink. “You’ll be compensated monetarily for your time.” She held out the card towards Vera. 

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Consoler of the Lonely // Open

It was another day hitting the streets, and another day tallied as a loss. Beatrice had exhausted all of her current resources and contacted looking for information. Information that might as well be locked up in Fort Nox, because she hasn't found a lick of credible information about vampires. She has even read Twilight for some kind of clues. But now’s it’s the leg for her sofa. 

So here she was, in Stella Deaux, drinking bourbon and beating the locals at pool. “Comeon! No one wants to step up and play another round?” Bea giggled, she was feeling warm in her cheeks. “I’ll go double or nothing.”

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“Look, I make deals. Which usually means I need to get something in return. Cough it up.”

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Bea stood her ground, she wasn’t going to have a girl like her push her around. “Truth be told, I’m the one with the badge today. So I want something from you, I will just take it.”

Beatrice looked back at the girl and sighed. “If you want to remain anonymous, that’s fine. I did seek you out, so if you don’t want a deal fine. I just am lookign for... a direction. I’m tired of shooting blind, so to speak.”

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Beatrice “Bea” Marie  Vogel: A Bio

b. October 28, 1987 |  Scorpio ☼,  Cancer ☾,  Leo ↑

Born in Tucson, Arizona

Middle daughter of 2 to Derek + Jessica (nee von Schone);

Older brother, Lucas is a First Sergeant in the Army, Combat Engineer;

Very close with Lucas;

Speaks German-ligsh (mostly German with English words sprinkled in, not fully fluent) 

3/4 German decent, rest is Irish and Russian;

New transfer to the New Orleans Police as detective; 

Has sharp shooter status;

Huge rock and jazz fan. Including Silversun Pickups, Led Zepplin, Mingus, and Thelonious Monk

Has always wanted to be a cop;

After being a cop for so long, she doesn’t watch cable. If she wanted to watch something, she’ll buy the DVD.

Only recently discovered the supernatural world. Her partner in Tucson, AZ was killed in the line of duty. Reports say animal attack, but Beatrice saw the attack, and knew it was no animal;

A bit of a loner. Was engaged once, but ran away after her partner’s death;

Takes her coffee black or with honey;