#082 (gloves) - Gloves

Gloves
Title: Gloves
Author: Immortal
Rating: PG
TtH100 prompt: #082 Gloves
Word Count: 156
Disclaimer: I own neither BtVS nor Bones. I'm not making any money, and I don't ever want to. I just like the characters.
A/N: Angels demon gets the better of him.
Spoilers: None, so long as you've kept up with BtVS and Ats.

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For some inexplicable reason, Angel Investigations was working was the Jeffersonian Institute.

Well, it seemed inexplicable, but in reality a series of bodies had been found, perfectly preserved from a murder that seemed to be impossible to the human world, and demonic to Angel’s.

The first body was frozen. And reddish brown.

“Interesting,” mused Dr. Brennan, “I can’t see any lesions at all.”

That’s because it was magic; magical torture. But Temperance, awkward, curious, brilliant Temperance would never ever know. Angel hoped she’d never be brought into his world.

The second, third, fourth were all like the first. Encased in icy blood that didn’t melt even as the forensic anthropologists hands swept over the corpses, trying, in vain, to find a cause.

The fifth was different. Unfinished.

As she swept her hands over the fifth that sticky red blood covered her gloves.

That sweet, coppery smell filled the room.



Angel couldn’t take his eyes off them.