"You're going to have to actually tell me. I'm the one who can teleport," says Shell Bell.

He gives an intersection, and names the northwest corner.

"All right. Indoors or out? I can't make you guys invisible, I can only do that for me. Am I taking you separately so Sherlock can just pretend to be some random vampire not in any way affiliated with Juliet?"

"That would probably be best. Outdoors will do; you can check first if anyone is watching, I assume."

"Yeah. I could do that even better if I went visible - Stella had a problem with spies one time and I batch-copied her powers when I met her - but we don't want Juliet's face involved, and I have it. So I'll just scope out the place. I'll do that now." Shell Bell vanishes, and then she vanishes in a different sense.

"So what have we got me walking into?" Juliet asks Sherlock.

"A nest of bored, complacent vampires," he says. "By the way, Tony keeps forgetting to mention it, but he brought you half a dozen laser pointers. He's got them squirreled away somewhere. You probably won't even need the one you've got tonight, provided you bring something wooden and pointy."

"A supply of them is still good. I'll hold it in reserve; we're already going to produce the rumor that I can teleport, so after I can't back that up anymore it'll be nice to be able to produce the rumor that I can make a vampire burst into flames at a hundred paces to supplant it. How many vampires?"

"Fourteen," he says cheerfully.

"You think some of them will bolt while I'm dusting the others, or will I have to explicitly let somebody go?" she asks, reaching under her mask to scratch her eyebrow.

"Some of them will bolt," he assures her. "If they are all foolish enough to continue attacking you, I suppose you can kill them all and we can find you another batch."

"Mkay. There's more spots in L.A.?"

"Plenty."

"Spiffy. I'll hit one every weekend and most holidays, I guess, and a few on random Thursdays or wherever just to keep them on their toes."

"Delightful," says Sherlock.

Shell Bell reappears in both senses of the word. "I looked around and I went in real quick - scentless, not breathing, they didn't notice me. There's fourteen vampires in there, just sort of lying around, one's asleep. On the street there's one homeless guy sitting around but he's so high he could probably see you teleporting in even if you didn't. Nobody else, although someone could come around the corner if we wait, are we ready to go right now?"

Juliet conjures a stake, polished with a grip designed to fit her hand exactly, and says, "I'm ready. Sherlock?"

He nods.

"Who's going first?"

"Me."

Juliet is landed right into the nest - Sherlock is her backup; if she can handle this without people wondering who her friend is it'll be clearer she's the Slayer. She dusts the first vamp before anyone knows she's there. Shell Bell has killed the scents in the room and the air has a weird tastelessness to it even through her mask. Juliet lunges for the next nearest vampire.

They're all ascramble, evenly divided between those who want to run and those who want to take her apart. She stakes the second one, whirls and blocks a grab from the third before dusting him too, and then says to Shell Bell [Now,] which is Shell Bell's cue to teleport her across the room. (This is part of the rumor they're spreading, of course.) She dusts two more vampires who weren't expecting her in that section and then she stalks menacingly towards another, who joins the knot of them all trying to get out the door at the same time. He's not fast enough. He gets a stake in the back.

...Well, now he's just feeling inappropriately attracted to her.