[Fuck,] says Bella, after having burst through the door, masked and armed with her stake, [they're having all their friends over today - help -]
With Sherlock on her side, things are looking much better.
On the other hand, with Sherlock on her side she can't use her laser pointer. He can, but against such overwhelming odds, sooner or later someone is bound to... run full-tilt into him after he sets them on fire.
Shit. But the wand can put out fire as well as start it; she brushes her hand against the handle where it's poking out of her jeans and douses it. [You okay?] she asks, switching to a defensive stance to keep further assailants away from him instead of proceeding deeper into the vampire party.
And after giving himself a few more seconds to recover, he dives right back in.
With him burnt, they're - not far wrong.
She does her best to keep them off him, but there are too many, they would never have deliberately launched an assault on so many -
There are upwards of fifty here, and not nearly enough of them have been killed so far to make an ultimate difference.
One vampire rips the leg off a chair and comes at him with the splintered end. He takes it away and uses it to stake that one and two more.
The other three chair legs are a problem.
Shouting "look out!" won't have him redirecting his attention in time. Setting it on fire will the opposite of help.
Bella wishes the chair out of existence before the vampire can turn it into two separate objects requiring another wish.
And then she takes hold of her fire wand and takes careful note of Sherlock's location and clears the half of the room they're not in with a five-second solid mass of flame, held steady and then dismissed, and then she goes up to mop up the other half of the room with him.
With their numbers so drastically thinned, the remaining vampires do not pose nearly such a problem.
"Down to one," she murmurs.
"I think that's probably best - solely by virtue of being out and about during the day I'll be present in a higher proportion of situations that might need it," Bella says. She peers at his burns. "Those look nasty - you're sure you're okay? How long will they take to heal? We should go straight home, the other nests can wait for another day, half the inhabitants were probably at this party anyway."
"Am I wrong in thinking that I saved your life? Maybe you saw or heard that guy breaking the other leg off the chair and you had a clever plan? Please tell me you had a clever plan, if we keep running into situations where we need squares that makes it much worse that there's only one left."
"I certainly noticed him. 'Clever plan' might be overstating the point. Mostly I planned to kill the rest of them fast enough."
She looks up and down the street for witnesses, pulls the concealing cover off her license plate so she won't get pulled over, and hops into the truck and divests herself of her mask.
"Not your fault. Maybe we should cut out visits to L.A. until visits to Milliways produce more results. School starts back up soon anyway."
"A rare demon's head on a platter," he says whimsically. "A powerful magical artifact of some kind."
"Oooh, yes to the powerful magical artifact," says Bella. "I like powerful magical artifacts."