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Pairing: Angelus / Dr. Temperance Brennan▬☻▬
Washington D.C was always one of Angelus's favorite cities.
He considered politicians to be distant cousins to the demon that had sired his line. VERY distant cousins, but some sort of kin all the same.
It was in his late-night wanderings that he first came across a sight that made him hiss like a wet cat - though any who made such a comparison would soon be introduced to Angelus's favorite pastime: pain.
There - eating PIE of all things - with a brunette woman was his spitting image. He snarled at this solid proof that he had not managed to eradicate all the seed of his mortal self: Liam had been a true scoundrel, after anyone willing to lift her skirts.
The proof sat before him, eating with a BRUNETTE! And there was a true insult, one of his blood ought to share some of his tastes.
Fit punishment to kill the lass. Now, before any more of his seed could be spread. He followed the pair back to their place of work, a lab. He sneered at the petty measures designed to keep out trespass, never did the designers think to include the dead in their calculations.
Yellow eyes gleaming in satisfaction, he pounced. Not seeing the wooden handle of the rake she held until it was too late.
"A brunette," Angelus snarled in disgust as his bones and flesh crumbled into dust.▬☻▬
A/N: This seemed an appropriate place to end things. Thanks to all who have reviewed thus far, your encouragement and ideas made this little drabble into a DOUBLE!