Part II

"Seras…" Waverly repeated, "You're English," she muttered with a small giggle, drawing Nicole's attention frown.

"Waverly, look at me, okay? Who am I?" Nicole implored urgently.

"You're Haught" Waverly almost purred. How she managed to sound so seductive with a probable concussion and blood everywhere was beyond Nicole.

"Close enough." Nicole muttered as she made to get Waverly out of the cab and into the bed so she could inspect the wound properly.

Seras looked around and reached the obvious conclusion: she caused this devastation. She took stock of the shattered branches strewn about their feet, the blood soaking the young woman who was now lying in the bed of the truck with the other police girl crooning encouragement to her. Seras immediately felt shitty. This was not how she wanted to introduce herself to this hilariously named town. "I'm sorry about all this, if you ladies would be so kind, could you point me in the general direction of–"

"You've got nice boobs, and I'm Wynonna Earp, bitch," said the woman with the rather large revolver pointed at Seras' red eyes. Recognition flared across Seras' features, which wasn't missed by Wynonna. "So, you know my name. What's it to you, English?" Wynonna's breath caught as Peacemaker began to glow, though this was a much redder glow than when she killed revenants.

The light mirth in Seras' eyes was somewhat diminished by this new development, though not wholly so, "Fancy gun you've got there, Wynonna, as I understand it, it's used to kill western zombies."

"Revenants," Wynonna replied curtly.

"Revenants," Seras repeated carefully. "Look, you work for Black Badge right, with uh," Seras took out a smartphone and pulled up a note before finishing her thought, "Dolls, right? Xavier Dolls?" Seras asked politely. Wynonna nodded hesitantly. She may be alert, but Seras could tell the beautiful woman in front of her was beyond intoxicated; crikey, it was only 4:20 or so.

The glow of the gun was far more luminescent than usual, illuminating both Wynonna and Seras' eyes with a scarlet gleam. Why the hell was Wynonna's gun glowing? Was one of the only thoughts going through Nicole Haught's head as she had already staunched the wound to Waverley's head. Nicole had been vaguely paying attention to their conversation, but she was mainly occupied with making sure Waverly wasn't bleeding to death. It was a jagged piece of glass that had imbedded itself in her head on the initial shattering of the window. It crossed through Waverley's eyebrow diagonally over her eye; it was going to scar. Though Nicole was pretty certain there was no real damage to the eye. "Nicole, what's going on?" Waverly asked as she looked up at her police girl.

Fuck if I know, "Waverly, is there something you've forgotten to tell me about the family gun, like, why does it look like a lightsaber Han Solo would be proud of?" Officer Haught's voice was lightly trembling as she beheld the supernatural standoff. Waverly gingerly brought up a hand to cup Nicole's cheek.

Waverly's tone was almost desperate, which Nicole wasn't sure what to do with, "Us Earps have a fudged up legacy and that gun is magic. I'll explain everything to you when we are on safer footing," Waverly spoke softly, and Nicole could detect a hint of real anger when she mentioned her family name. Waverly's voice now took upon a more fearful tone, "Nicole, please, you've got to let me explain, there's a reason I didn't' tell you before." Nicole saw the truth in Waverly's eyes, and nodded in turn.

Seras Victoria had become bored, after all, the Black Badge folk worked for her now, well, for Sir Integra, but still. "This is getting everyone nowhere, Earp, put it back in your pants," Seras intoned exasperatedly. Wynonna blushed a little, but did not do as Seras bade her to. Wynonna was prepared to do no such thing.

"Why, does it make you uncomfortable?" Wynonna fired back, wincing. Not the best comeback she'd ever made. Nicole and Waverly had both stopped talking to each other and were watching the other two women duke it out.

Seras took four steps forward, put the glowing gun between her eyes, and before Wynonna could disengage herself, Seras made her pull the trigger, dousing Wynonna's face in shades of blood. All three human women made some kind of noise, various expressions of horror. But it was Waverly who's eyes actually began to tear up. Seras fell backwards and splattered onto the cold, cold highway road. Her blood sought out the grooves and imperfections in the ground, as if it was trying to give sustenance to the weeds that had taken rood in the divide in the ground between lanes. Wynonna is just standing there, wide eyed; Peacemaker lay forgotten on the ground between herself and the corpse of Seras Victoria. Wynonna's eyes sought the representation of the law, "Officer, I didn't mean to."

"Of course you didn't, this was a clear cut suicide," Officer Haught replied quickly, tight-lipped and a little green. Actual carnage up close was something she had moved to Purgatory hoping to avoid after her stint at the last precinct. Waverly's tears began to fall, slowly, but still made little tracks down her face into Nicole's uniform, where she had buried her face.

Much like how they reacted to Seras' brains being dashed on the ground, they each sucked in a gasp when those brains and blood and skull fragments returned to their natural places, almost like time was a flat circle and it was time to return to a couple minutes ago. But perhaps more surreal, was the dark energy that coiled out of where her left arm had been. It was voluminous, taking up more space than the rest of Seras' body itself.

Seras for her part was quite pleased with the impression her 'death' had on the three women. She stumbled a little when she regained her footing. She took stock of their expressions with the same grin on her face as when she introduced herself. She followed their gaze to her phantom limb, and rolled her eyes, careless of her to let it free like that in front of new people. The dark black and red mass promptly shrunk and returned to how she had it before, the mirror image of her other arm in shape and proportion, but as if it was covered in an extraordinarily light absorbing glove.

"Let me introduce myself properly this time: Black Badge has ceded control over this 'Ghost River Triangle' to my organization, so for intents and purposes, me. Further more, I am un-killable, because I am the scion of Dracula, but I'll get into that later." Seras paused sheepishly, " You girls aren't the only ones with a powerful hunter for an ancestor…perhaps this conversation could happen somewhere not in the open?" Her tone belied the clear power dynamic set in place here: Wynonna shot her in the head with the holy of holies weapon, and it had done jack shit. Unanimous conclusion between the three humans confirmed by tense glances: this blonde bombshell was to be heard out.