Don't Quit Your Day Job
By Asteria
Disclaimer: I don't own these people.
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The vampire dissolves in a cloud of dust, and the Slayer returns her pencil-sized stake to the pocket of her lab coat.
Third one this week, she thinks. I'll have to hunt down the sire. Preferably before Sherlock hears about the mysterious exsanguinations and barges in here to see the bodies.
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The Slayer has just gotten the dust cleaned up when Sherlock, having heard about the mysterious exsanguinations, barges in and demands to see the bodies.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she lies smoothly, or as smoothly as she can around Sherlock.
He accepts the lie. For now.