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Moonlight - Hero
Chapter 1.
Amy half laid on the console, listening the early morning of the city.
"…Sweet bejesus." She exhaled.
She slowly sat up and looked around. She could see a black Mercedes in front of her car. It looked like it had been stopped dead by a light pole. She stood up, but her legs nearly gave away forcing her to lean to her cars ruined side.
Was there someone in passenger seat of the wrecked Mercedes? She hoped not, it looked bad.
"Hello?" She called out. "Hello? Anyone alive there?" Amy took a tentative step closer. Glass was shattered on the driveway; there were scarps of twisted metal and the smell of gasoline, and something else. Horrified by the scene in front of her Amy flinched as she reached the car that had hit hers.
"Oh crap." There was someone in the drivers' seat. The tall figure was lurched over the wheel. He was bleeding from a gash on his forehead, but seemed otherwise relatively unharmed. But then again, his insides could be organ milkshake and there was no way she would know.
"Hey, you ok?" She gently shook his shoulder. When she got no answer she reached out to the keys to turn the engine off. Amy bit her lip as her scathed arm hit the steering wheel. The man groaned and she jumped, hitting the back of her head to the roof. "Ow crap!" She exclaimed clutching her head with one hand as she braced herself with the other.
"What..?" He seemed really out of it.
"You hit my car." She answered. "I'm going to go and call help. Don't move."
"Help? No, no it's ok. I'm ok." He blinked. "You ok?"
"Yeah. But you hit your head. You might want to get that checked out."
"I'm fine, really." He brushed his fingers over the gash on his forehead. Blood stuck to the skin and he winced, but to her amaze the wound seemed smaller. And it wasn't bleeding anymore. Maybe she had been fooled by the blood, head wounds tend to bleed lot, right?
"My car's a wreck." She sighed as she made her way back to the crushed Buick. "I can't believe this is happening. Today of all days." Amy took her purse and slid into her bright yellow trench. "My new job.. Look, if you won't let me call an ambulance, then can you at least call a friend to pick you up?"
"What about you?" He had gotten out and was leaning to his back to his car, and he actually smiled.
"I'm fine, late on my first day, but fine. Few nicks and bruises, hairs a mess I bet. But I can live with that. I may need to change my shirt. Yeah got blood on it, great. You owe me a new car." Amy stopped her rambling. And then she broke in to a hysterical laughter. "I can't believe I just said that! You owe me a new car? And why are you looking at me like that?"
"It's nothing. Look, can we just figure this out without the law and all the paper work? I'll pay for the car and what ever other damages you might have."
"Problems with the L.A.'s Finest?" Amy asked.
"Nah, they just don't like me much. I'm a P.I." He held his hand out. "Mick St. John."
"Amy, Amy Hunter." She shook his hand. "Wow, cold skin. You sure you're ok? You know cold skin could mean you're going into a shock?"
"I said I'm fine. My friend has an office just around the corner here. If you like we can go there to clean up and change what ever info is needed to clear this up?"
"Yeah ok." She shrugged, but eyed him warily.
"I'm fine." He sighed.
"Of course you are, you just hit my car for the fun of it."
"I.. Yeah, I have no idea how that happened. Sorry."
"Let's just get this over with, because I really should be at work already."
"New job?"
"Yes, I'm the new assistant of one Harold Gromley of the Kostan Industries." She had to smile of the way it sounded. She was proud of herself, even though being the assistant of the secretary of the CEO wasn't the job she had originally applied for.
"Kostan Industries? Big company."
"It sure is."
"I think I can explain this mess to your boss."
"Yeah right. I think Mr. Gromley has more important things to do than to listen why his new assistant looks like she just crawled from under a rock, and is late on her first day."
"Probably, but I was talking about Josef." He mused.
"Josef? As in Josef Kostan, the CEO?" Amy asked. "Yeah sure, why not." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "And while you're at it, you could call Bill Gates and ask if he would like to do lunch tomorrow!"
"Sarcastic little thing aren't you?"
"Neither little or a thing, but sarcastic, yeah sometimes." She stopped at the glass doors. Huge golden letters spelled the name of the company. Amy saw her reflection from the smooth surface and frowned. "Crap, I can't go in looking like this. They won't even ask, they'll just throw me out."
"No they won't, come on." He smiled and pulled her hand to the crook of his arm. He used his free hand to open the door and they stepped inside. Cool air hit them and he seemed to relax visibly.
"Good morning Mr. St. John." The receptionist greeted. "And to you too Ms. Hunter."
"Mary." He nodded. Amy was too shocked to speak, but she managed to squeak out something that resembled a hello. He led her to the elevators. As the doors closed infornt of them and the ever so annoying elevator music started to play, Amy pulled her hand free.
"She knew your name." She whispered. "And mine!"
"It's her job." He shrugged as if it was nothing.
"..But." She stared up at him. "You weren't joking back there were you?"
"Nope."
"You mean I can actually make it through the day and still have my job at the end of it?" Her face broke into a wide grin which he mirrored.
"Yeah."
"Thank you."
"It's the least I can do since I did wreck your car."
"True." The elevator bing'd. The doors opened. And they met the very pale face of one Harold Gromley. The small, rat like man sneared at them and without a word walked past them into the elevator.
"Wait? Mr. Gromley, where..?" The doors closed. Amy turned her wide hazel eyes to the tall man standing next to her. "That can't be good?"
"Yeah, you go sit to your desk. I'll find out what's going on. Ok?"
"Ok."
..
Josef Kostan, the CEO of Kostan Industries and the oldest vampire living in L.A. didn't have the need to look up when his friend stepped into his office. He would know that scent anywhere. He waved his hand nonchalantly at the soft cushioned leather chairs in front of the bar in his office and continued to write the deal he had been working on for the past hour.
"Josef." Mick called him as he sat down on one of the chairs.
"Working." Josef answered.
"What did Harold do this time?"
"A mistake, what else."
"You fired him?"
"Yes."
"Is he going to make out of L.A.?"
"Please. I don't have the time to kill everyone who makes me mad. So if he leaves within the next twenty minutes, then maybe. You never know. The tar pits are filling in an alarming rate nowadays."
"Wow, must have been one hell of a mistake."
"It was."
"So, who's doing his job then?"
"He has an assistant. I'm sure the girl can deal with the problem. That's what I pay for her to do."
"Josef."
"Still working."
"I wrecked her car."
"Who's car? Beth's? Oh I'm sure she'll forgive you, she seems to have a thing for you. Must be the fangs, chicks love the fangs."
"No, you're ex-secretary's assitant's car."
Josef finally lifted his gaze form the papers. "Why would you do something like that?"
"Well I didn't do it on purpose."
"Of course you didn't, that would be dangerous, irresponsible, not to mention just plain stupid. Tell me what happened, Is she here? Ok, would someone fetch the girl here? And Olivia," He pointed the stunnignly beautiful black haired woman next to the door, "get a clean shirt for him. Armani, black, size L." His minions ran into action. Josef rose from his seat and made his way to the bar. "Drink?"
"Please."
"Freshie?"
"You know me better than that." Mick smirked.
"I can always offer, it's polite."
"Yeah, scotch will do."
"Now, what happened? And how much is this going to cost me?" Josef asked warily as he handed his friend the drink and sat to the chair opposite to him.
"Just a promise that you'll be nice to the woman and that she can keep her job." Mick shrugged his shoulders.
"I guess I can promise that, for now."
"And to answer you question, I have no idea. I just zoned out for a second, and the car was there. And I think I wrecked the mercedes beyond repair this time."
"Ouch."
"Well, at least no one died."
"Sorry about the car man. I know how much you love it."
"Posessions Josef, they come and go. You know that."
"Still."
Olivia returned with a black Armani dress shirt. Her high heels clicked at the polished wood floor as she made her way to the two vampires. With a crimsom lipped smile she handed the shirt to Mick.
"Thanks Liv." He gave a her a lazy smile.
"Anytime Mick."
"Olivia, go see what's keeping Harold's assistant."
"Yes Mr. Kostan." She made quick exit.
"You're freshies are getting more and more obvious by the day." Mick mused as he stripped his bloodies shirt off. Josef just shrugged, he had no reason to deny the trutht.
Mick slipped the black shirt on him, and was just closing the last buttons when Olivia returned with Amy Hunter. The short woman looked chubby next to the statuesque freshie. She had managed to clean up her face, and her hair wasn't as crazy at it had been. She was still wearing the bright yellow trench and cluching onto her purse.
"What in the world...?" Josef stood up. "Will someone take her coat and give her a drink. Honestly people, do I have to do everything here myself?"
"No it's ok.." Amy protested as he took a step closer. "My shirt is dirty." She whispered, and the blushed furiosly as she realised that it made him look her from head to toes. The face of discust on his young face told Amy enough. She almost did the elementary mistake of defending her looks, but was able to suck it back in and smile politely. He was her boss after all.
"Do we have any clothes the size... 16?" He asked, suprising everyone in the room but Mick. He knew the fact that the playboy vampire lord had manners from the time when chivalry was eccential part of life.
"I don't think so." Olivia answered.
"Then go buy some." He sent the freshie off with a delicate wave of his hand. "Something elegant Olivia." He called after her before the door closed behind the woman. "Now, my dear, come and have a drink, so we can sort this little inconvenience."
..
TBC.
