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Beck quickly realized that Nessa was either very lucky, or the slayer was a real idiot. The bullet hadn't hit bone, not that a vampire had to worry much about fractures, but had embedded itself in what appeared to be the fibulas longus; a muscle on the side of the leg underneath the knee. She could see the end of the bullet easily, its primer glinting silver against the gore around the entry wound. Beck reached in with the forceps and yanked it out as quickly and painlessly as she could, pulling back what looked like a tiny rifle round. It was long and thin, not like the stocky 9mm bullets most civilians could get their hands on.
She opened her mouth to say something but suddenly Nessa had discharged the gun again, planting another weird round in the forehead of the apparently turned slayer. What a weird night. She snorted as he hit the ground, [color=silver]"Nice shot."[/color]
Beck cooly wrapped the wound and retrieved the gun, emptying the chamber onto the ground. Two skinny silver bullets bounced off the gravel. [color=silver]"Magnum rounds, .22 I think. Light even for self defense, basically a pea shooter even for civilian arms. This kid had no idea what he was getting into."[/color] she flicked the safety back on out of habit and tossed it onto the seat of the van. She didn't want it, but leaving it out in the open was out of the question. She leaned against the side of her van, looking out into the street. [color=silver]"Serves him right, the little moron. Slaying isn't some game, it's a big fucking deal, and you put your life on the line to protect innocent people. Even if that means innocent vampires."[/color] She cast a brief sympathetic look at Nessa. [color=silver]"That's the reason I stopped you. Even after I could tell you were a vampire it was obvious you didn't want to hurt me. You just wanted to be left alone, but along came this idiot. No one deserves to be killed like they kill, bleeding out like a deer or staked to the ground. So I just keep prying out and hoarding information and trying to save who I can."[/color]
Beck reached in and turned on a little electric lantern, illuminating the VW bus. Beyond the folded-down passenger seats were boxes of old-fashioned audio cassettes and binders of paper, meticulously recorded and transcribed accounts from all manner of creatures.  It was an endless task, and Beck took it very seriously. She sighed and sat beside Nessa. [color=silver]"I'm sorry for getting you mixed up in this, if I'd know another slayer was around I would never have stopped you."[/color]