Have a few drinks... It seemed innocent enough. The hipster Belle drank a little not knowing that the drink in its entirety was tainted. She had been enjoying her time to its fullest, especially since the alcohol made the whole supernaturals existing a little bit of an easier pill to swallow. She went through the house of mirrors with Gale. She got to enjoy her evening with a good amount of friends, and spent some time walking and just speaking with Noah. It was when she was walking home from work the next day that things went South. Something about the woman had made her seem to be an easier target for the two men. When she tried to run, it all went wrong. A man pulling out a gun and shooting her. The brunette fell, left in a pool of her own blood.
She should have died.... She should have....
Unfortunate for the EMTs, she woke up in the ambulance before ever making it to the hospital. The brunette still cannot remember exactly how she got out other than there was a great deal of blood and everything was too loud. Covered in crimson liquid that she was no longer sure whether it was her own or a mixture of others, Marie attempted to make her way home overwhelmed with the super enhanced senses. The brunette kept gripping her head. Make it stop. Make it all stop. All of this had to be a nightmare. She eventually made it home and covered her head with a pillow, but nothing made it stop. Nothing could stop the pounding and nothing could stop the dry itch in her throat.
Eventually, the sun came and it burned. Scared of the monster she became she avoided windows as she went to pick up the plant that Mallory had given her to save her from vampires. It burned too... The shaking brunette dropped the vervain and busted into tears. No. No... It can’t be. How? What happened. Was it some virus. The newly born vampire locked herself away. Not answering texts. Not answering her mom’s constant calls.. She didn’t know what to do.
“There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?”
A slow breath escaped Lexi as she moved on his couch. Knees coming to her chest as she hugged herself tightly, looking over at her boyfriend. She didn’t want to relive the night, Lexi wanted to forget about it more than anything. Pretend that it didn’t happen. But Colby was right, it was destroying her inside and out. Shaky hands playing with each other before Lexi started to speak. “Last week, after tapings.” She started, feeling the tears burning her eyes. “A few friends and I went out for some drinks. They ended up leaving me at the club and when I left, a guy dragged me into the ally. He mugged me and took everything. I tried fighting him off, Colby…but he was so much stronger than I was. After awhile…I blacked out. Don’t want to think about it….Or the possibility of what happened while I was out of it. ”
Beast’s black leather Louis Vuittons clicked rhythmically down the side of an open street. With each step her long blonde pony-tail swayed side-to-side as if it was trying to keep time. Her blue pant suit was perfectly pressed and nipped in at her waist to show that she was lithe and athletic.If nothing else, she was a fashionable lady.
She was coming downtown to her home in Kingston, away from her lab which was situated on Queensbury Road in the Park Royal section of London. It was a decent ride on the underground, about an hour with a stop over in Waterloo Station. Normally, she wouldn’t have been on high alert. Kingston is a nice section of London. However, recently she had begun work on a controversial specimen. Herself.
She had taken it upon herself to do some upgrades on the previous work conducted by The Master on Sally. She so far, had been successful in fixing the metal rod in her right arm and the valves that had been inserted into her lungs to help with extended holding of her breath (with the help of her assistants of course).
Some found this work to be a waste of the resources they were given. They were a weapons manufacturing plant after all, not a trite plastic surgeon’s office. Beast didn’t see it that way though. Wasn’t she a weapon ahead of her time? Her brain alone, once she had taken it over from Sally, was full of alien intellect. Her race, Lupine Wavelength Haemovariform, had vanished before they could use their knowledge for the betterment of puny Earth. This too, made her coworkers nervous.
Everything rolled together made for a definite ominous cloud. So, it came as of no surprise to her when a second pair of heels joined hers in the clacking melody. This pair made a denser sound than her stilettos like they were short and low to the ground. Their owner was obviously not a person of an upper position in her plant. They all wore higher heels or slick loafers. No, this was a working woman possibly from the factory floor. If that was the case, she knew why she was coming after her. Beast had a reputation for being nasty to the workers and with the improvements- she was becoming the ultimate threat.
Her neck craned back so that she could see the woman. She was unassuming in her long white overcoat and a head of short brown mussy curls. The woman’s ruddy face was a sign that she was a hard worker and probably good at her job. The knife in her hand, said something entirely different.
“Y-y-you.. can’t keep t-t-treating people like you do…,” The woman stammered nervously with the knife held up.
“I beg to differ,” Beast cooed softly before turning her body to face the woman,” I am the boss. I do what I want.”
She assessed the woman’s small stature more and realized she was shaking,”You’re rather brave, facing me like this. Don’t you know that eight… teen of your coworkers have already gone missing. Hate to make that nineteen. Go about your way and I’ll forget this ever happened or try me.”
The woman’s dark eyes widened until the whites were clearly visible. Her hand with the knife in it lunged forward. First mistake. Beast grabbed the woman by her hair with a guttural growl and threw her face down onto the ground. The woman was scurrying as fast as she could to grab for the knife but missed it altogether as it dropped into the gutter just out of her reach.
“Stupid human!” Beast shouted before grabbing her by the collar and dragging her down the sidewalk a few feet. She threw her down again like a rag doll. The woman was in a mad panic, trying to get away.
Beast knew that if she made the woman “disappear” here that she would have to move again. She rather liked Kingston. So, she grabbed the knife, came back over to the woman and made a deep incision to her abdomen. A scream came from the rumpled mass of white on the sidewalk. The other grabbed for her side to stop the slow trickle of blood and Beast walked away, knife in hand.
The woman, named Victoria, later boarded the underground to go to the hospital only to bleed out on the train. The police ruled it as a mugging by a shifty ginger hoodlum that frequented that train and Beast- went back to work the next day as if nothing had ever happened.
Spencer is attacked walking home from school and calls JJ instead of her mother. She is 17.
AN: That is a difficult prompt and I’m going to put a trigger warning for it.
“Jareau,” JJ said as she answered her phone without looking at the screen.
“Aunt JJ, it’s me.” Spencer said in a choked tone which had JJ immeadiately on edge.
“What’s wrong?” JJ asked and she heard Spencer take a deep breath.
“A guy tried to grab my backpack as I was walking home. I managed to run away but I’m really scared. Can you come and get me? Mom’s not answering her phone.” Spencer explained and JJ was already on her feet, grabbing her car keys.
“She’s in a meeting with Cruz and Hotch, where are you?” JJ asked as she left her office.
“In a park two blocks from our house. There’s more people here, I felt safer. Please JJ, come and get me.” Spencer said fearfully and JJ pressed the elevator button.
“I’m on my way, hang tight.” JJ said and ended the call. She knew she ought to tell Penelope what had happened but it was better to get Spencer to the BAU first. Within five minutes, she had arrived at the park that Spencer had told her she was at and quickly found Spencer sitting alone on a bench watching the children play. Spencer looked up as she approached and quickly wiped her eyes.
“JJ,” Spencer said before she hugged her tightly. JJ hugged her and rubbed her back reassuringly.
“It’s OK, I’m here.” JJ said as she put her arm around Spencer and sat them down on the bench. “What happened?”
“I was just walking down the street when this guy grabbed the back of my backpack. I didn’t see his face but he was white with dark hair. I screamed and tried to his him but he kept pulling it so I pulled it too and it tore and I ran away.” Spencer explained, crying again as she relieved what happened. JJ rubbed her shoulder and looked at the backpack. The strap that went across the top had been mostly torn off but it was possible for them to get a fingerprint ID.
“You did the right thing and you were really brave.” JJ said as she tightened her hold on the terrified teenager and helped her to her feet. “Come on, lets take you to the BAU.”
“Have you told Mom?” Spencer asked as they walked across the park.
“I wasn’t able to, I came straight here but we can tell her when we get back to the BAU. OK?” JJ asked as they got into her car.
“OK,” Spencer said, wiping her eyes again. She had been terrified when ithad happened but she felt safer now with JJ. That was the best thing about her family, she was never in danger when they were around. She loved them.
Notes: Quinn decided to talk a walk to clear her head but it turns out to be quite a mistake when she ends up being mugged and lands in hospital.
Quinn rolled over in bed and looked at the clock. 22.27. Quinn sighed, she just couldn't get to sleep, no matter how hard she tried. It had been a problem for about a week now and she found her self so tired during the day. Getting out of bed, Quinn quietly put on some clothes and shoes, grabbing her phone, purse and camera before making her way out of her hotel room and eventually out in to the night air.
She took a moment to look up at the night sky, the stars were shining brightly and Quinn smiled. It was so beautiful. Quinn began to walk not sure where she was going, she knew it probably wasn't the best idea to be out late by herself in a place she didn't know but the streets were well lit and there were still some people walking around.
The blonde let her mind wonder to what had happened so far on this trip, she had met some wonderful people and had already seen some amazing places. She thought of Sam and the night they spent together, Quinn liked Sam and wanted to spend time with him again, she wasn't sure if anything would come of it but she wanted to find out. Santana came in to her next, she thought about the date went on and the kissed they shared. She liked Santana but she didn't think she really liked Santana especially now since she knew how Brittany felt, she didn't want to cause any problems.
Quinn was so lost in thought that she didn't realise that she was now on a deserted street, or that they were now two people following her until she felt something strike her head. Quinn felt dizzy, her knees buckling and she hit the floor, hard. The blonde could hear voices but her vision was hazy and she couldn't understand what they were saying. She felt a sharp pain shoot through her stomach, the ain getting worse each time it happened. As soon as the assault started it was over, luckily for the blonde someone had seen what was happening and chased her attacks away. The last thing Quinn remembered was someone leaning over her asking if she was okay. Then everything went black.
