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[voicemail left for Annie--furious Baileigh is furious]

Those vampires that attacked Claire knew what she could do, before they even saw her heal. Do I even need to tell you the ways that this is bad? I hope not. So everything you know? You better be fucking telling me, post-fucking-haste RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. I've had enough of this 'protect the poor pregnant woman from the bad bad stuff' BS.

[voicemail left for Spike]

Look, I know this is supposed to be happy fun vacation times for you and Amelia? But there's a situation. I'm worried about Claire and I'm--it's our sort of stuff, and I can't DO anything, Spike. I'd feel much, much better if you could be here like...immediately? I asked Adam, and he said as long as there's no gambling with the kittens of course you guys are welcome. I told him the kitten thing was way in the past, and do me a favor and don't make a liar out of me about that, okay?

I just really need you around right now. Before I stress myself into an early labor.

That was a joke. Mostly.

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[voicemail left for Bee...yeah, she saw this coming a mile away]

Okay, Church, you're forcing me to be Doc and I don't like it. You are not allowed to step on Tucker's gross baby's neck and shoot it in the head I don't care how you roll.

Let's inform, then review: The Trymeran Codex is kind of a Cliff Notes version of demonic clan identification. What symbols identify what demons. The vamp that bit Claire had a tattoo I can't quite place, hence the Codex. If I can ID the tat, I can figure out who the fuck that loser's working for and cut this snake's freakin' head off.

I. Am not. Protecting you. From DICK. So take a frickin' chill pill already, I'll call you when I have something to point and shoot at.

Love you! MWAH!

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[voicemail left for Bee]

I've not gambled kittens in years, for one. For another, Mia'd kick my arse if I did.

For another, once Terry was done having fits over Annie's bloody run in, she got to work researching...yeah, heard about that from her mum. We'll get to work when we arrive, yeah? Like old times, you 'n me.

Get some rest t'night, I'll be there come tomorrow. Relax, you 'n the little bit. We're on the case.