Chapter 2
Angel walked into the main office, from his flat underneath, to grab some coffee. It was a good size for an office. Not as big as some people had, but it suited their purposes well enough. There was just enough room for a desk, a couch and a a small fridge, which doubled as the coffee table. Cordelia sat behind her desk, filing her nails to perfection, while Doyle was sitting on the couch reading a large magazine.
"Any messages Cordy?" Angel asked as he poured the coffee. He really didn't know why he drank coffee, the caffeine had no effect and he couldn't' actually taste it. He supposed that he did it to look more 'normal' whatever that is.
"Nope, not a ring all day." The phone rang at the end of her sentence. She rolled her eyes. "Go figure." She picked up the phone on the third ring and perked herself up. "Angel Investigations we help the hopeless, if that's you you've called the right place."
"Oh, nice introduction." Said a perky feminine voice mockingly. On the other end you could hear her arguing with someone else. "No I'm talking, we agreed to it! Stop!"
"How can we help you?" Cordelia asked, gripping the phone a bit tighter. Fine so she didn't' have the best job in the world, but she wasn't going to take crap from someone else because of it. She was Cordelia Chase, no one talked to her like that.
"I was just wondering, do you take house calls?"
"House calls?" Cordelia asked confused. She looked at Angel. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'make the decision youself. "Sure, we take house calls."
"Good, because we're already here." The front door opened and three girls walked in, a redhead, a brunette and a blonde. The redhead wore her hair down; her curly locks fell past her pale slender shoulders. She wore a baby blue tank top and black flared jeans with flat-heeled boots. The other two were similarly dressed. The blonde, her hair ear length, wore a yellow tank top and the brunette, her long hair pulled back in a tight braid, wore a dark red tank top with a black leather jacket over it and flared jeans. All three of the girls were what could be considered skinny, though the blonde was more petite and skinnier. They all looked very athletic, their arms were well toned and looked to have more muscle than fat under their skin.
"Nice place." Said the blonde. "Took us a long time to find it though."
"How can we help you." Asked Coredelia, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, we don't need your help." Said the brunette, "we where sent."
"By who?" She said, the smile quickly fading. She really only wanted to see paying customers. Cash in this little place was getting tight.
"The Powers That Be." Said Doyle, before anyone else could answer. Angel and Cordelia turned and stared at Doyle. "What?" He said in his light Irish accent. "I had a vision some time ago. These three were in it."
"And you didn't tell us!" Yelled Cordelia, obviously angry. So much for team work.
"Well, I got the distinct feeling that I was not to tell anyone about the vision until the right time. Anyhow, now's the right time so I'm to tell you that they would be a great help to our cause and the Powers That Be would like all of us to work together, or something like that."
"Oh no." Cordelia said, shaking her finger at Doyle. "We can't afford to hire more people."
"You don't have to pay us." Said the redhead. "The Powers That B made it pretty clear that we were to help Angel with or without pay."
"How do you have a connection with The Powers That Be?" Angel said putting his coffee down.
"Oh, Jax found a spell that allows her to talk with them. Of course, it's usually them talking to her, but we take what we can get." Said the blonde looking around the office in curiosity. She really did like the place. It was kind of small, but in a cozy way. She felt that a lot happened in these four walls.
"Who's Jax?"
"Oh, we never introduced ourselves, my bad." Said the redhead, stepping forward. "I'm Jax." She said extending her hand to Angel.
"And I'm Elle." Said the blonde following her friend's gesture.
"And they call me Lysh. And not as in a dog Leash, it's L-Y-S-H. So don't making any jokes." Said the brunette. Angel stared hard at the blonde and brunette. He smelled a scent on them, something...not human. He looked to Doyle who was already looking at him. He discreetly nodded his head, indicating that he'd also caught the scent.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" Angel asked the trio. Lysh nodded her head.
"I don't see why we wouldn't be able to."
"Good, we'll have to discuss this."
"Works for me." Lysh said and the three girls left.
"Doyle, in my office." Angel said rounding the smell table.
"Hey!" Cordelia yelled, "what about me?" Angel shut the door on her words and she slumped down into her cushioned desk chair.
"Vampires." She muttered. She picked up her nail file and continued to do her nails.
***
Angel's office was a good size cubicle with windows on the far wall. If the curtains were ever opened you would have a good few of the L.A streets below. The wall next to the windows held a large bookcase, one that covered the entire wall. The case was full of ancient volumes, the majority of which were very rare or one of a kind. The most modern book was well over a hundred years old and the oldest well over a thousand. These books were Angel's prize collection, a collections that was growing every week. The only other objects in the office were a wooden desk, an office chair and a desk.
"What did you smell?" Angel asked Doyle. "I couldn't place the species." He sat down and propped his feet up on the wooden desk. Doyle turned on the lights and sat in one of the extra chairs.
"You know, Angel, Cordy isn't going to like being left out."
"What species, Doyle?" He asked, ignoring his comment. Doyle sighed and resigned himself to Angel's ways.
"I couldn't quite place it myself. It wasn't human I can tell you that. But Angel," he said leaning forward, "I know what your thinking. And I should tell you that my vision said that we would need them for something." Angel continued to show no emotion. Not that it was anything new to Doyle, but he had to wonder how a guy could be so emotionless when he spent his life saving others. Angel turned his chair and stared out the now open window into the night, making it obvious that Doyle was to leave. "Alright, I'll leave you to your brooding, but remember this, The Powers That Be sent them for a reason and I reckon it's a good one." He then left and walked into the main office. Cordelia saw him and leapt at him from her chair almost knocking the computer monitor off her desk.
"So? What did he say?" Doyle shrugged his shoulders and picked up his magazine. Cordelia grabbed the magazine from his hand and continued talking. "You don't know? How could you not know? You where just in there!"
"He's brooding over it Cordy." He said. "I don't know how he'll decide." Cordelia huffed and turned her back to him.
"I should have known better than to ask you." Doyle sighed and picked up another magazine. He hoped Angel would make the right choice, and let Cordy know soon before she got in a really bad mood.
R+R!!!!!! please?
Angel walked into the main office, from his flat underneath, to grab some coffee. It was a good size for an office. Not as big as some people had, but it suited their purposes well enough. There was just enough room for a desk, a couch and a a small fridge, which doubled as the coffee table. Cordelia sat behind her desk, filing her nails to perfection, while Doyle was sitting on the couch reading a large magazine.
"Any messages Cordy?" Angel asked as he poured the coffee. He really didn't know why he drank coffee, the caffeine had no effect and he couldn't' actually taste it. He supposed that he did it to look more 'normal' whatever that is.
"Nope, not a ring all day." The phone rang at the end of her sentence. She rolled her eyes. "Go figure." She picked up the phone on the third ring and perked herself up. "Angel Investigations we help the hopeless, if that's you you've called the right place."
"Oh, nice introduction." Said a perky feminine voice mockingly. On the other end you could hear her arguing with someone else. "No I'm talking, we agreed to it! Stop!"
"How can we help you?" Cordelia asked, gripping the phone a bit tighter. Fine so she didn't' have the best job in the world, but she wasn't going to take crap from someone else because of it. She was Cordelia Chase, no one talked to her like that.
"I was just wondering, do you take house calls?"
"House calls?" Cordelia asked confused. She looked at Angel. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'make the decision youself. "Sure, we take house calls."
"Good, because we're already here." The front door opened and three girls walked in, a redhead, a brunette and a blonde. The redhead wore her hair down; her curly locks fell past her pale slender shoulders. She wore a baby blue tank top and black flared jeans with flat-heeled boots. The other two were similarly dressed. The blonde, her hair ear length, wore a yellow tank top and the brunette, her long hair pulled back in a tight braid, wore a dark red tank top with a black leather jacket over it and flared jeans. All three of the girls were what could be considered skinny, though the blonde was more petite and skinnier. They all looked very athletic, their arms were well toned and looked to have more muscle than fat under their skin.
"Nice place." Said the blonde. "Took us a long time to find it though."
"How can we help you." Asked Coredelia, a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Oh, we don't need your help." Said the brunette, "we where sent."
"By who?" She said, the smile quickly fading. She really only wanted to see paying customers. Cash in this little place was getting tight.
"The Powers That Be." Said Doyle, before anyone else could answer. Angel and Cordelia turned and stared at Doyle. "What?" He said in his light Irish accent. "I had a vision some time ago. These three were in it."
"And you didn't tell us!" Yelled Cordelia, obviously angry. So much for team work.
"Well, I got the distinct feeling that I was not to tell anyone about the vision until the right time. Anyhow, now's the right time so I'm to tell you that they would be a great help to our cause and the Powers That Be would like all of us to work together, or something like that."
"Oh no." Cordelia said, shaking her finger at Doyle. "We can't afford to hire more people."
"You don't have to pay us." Said the redhead. "The Powers That B made it pretty clear that we were to help Angel with or without pay."
"How do you have a connection with The Powers That Be?" Angel said putting his coffee down.
"Oh, Jax found a spell that allows her to talk with them. Of course, it's usually them talking to her, but we take what we can get." Said the blonde looking around the office in curiosity. She really did like the place. It was kind of small, but in a cozy way. She felt that a lot happened in these four walls.
"Who's Jax?"
"Oh, we never introduced ourselves, my bad." Said the redhead, stepping forward. "I'm Jax." She said extending her hand to Angel.
"And I'm Elle." Said the blonde following her friend's gesture.
"And they call me Lysh. And not as in a dog Leash, it's L-Y-S-H. So don't making any jokes." Said the brunette. Angel stared hard at the blonde and brunette. He smelled a scent on them, something...not human. He looked to Doyle who was already looking at him. He discreetly nodded his head, indicating that he'd also caught the scent.
"Can you come back tomorrow?" Angel asked the trio. Lysh nodded her head.
"I don't see why we wouldn't be able to."
"Good, we'll have to discuss this."
"Works for me." Lysh said and the three girls left.
"Doyle, in my office." Angel said rounding the smell table.
"Hey!" Cordelia yelled, "what about me?" Angel shut the door on her words and she slumped down into her cushioned desk chair.
"Vampires." She muttered. She picked up her nail file and continued to do her nails.
***
Angel's office was a good size cubicle with windows on the far wall. If the curtains were ever opened you would have a good few of the L.A streets below. The wall next to the windows held a large bookcase, one that covered the entire wall. The case was full of ancient volumes, the majority of which were very rare or one of a kind. The most modern book was well over a hundred years old and the oldest well over a thousand. These books were Angel's prize collection, a collections that was growing every week. The only other objects in the office were a wooden desk, an office chair and a desk.
"What did you smell?" Angel asked Doyle. "I couldn't place the species." He sat down and propped his feet up on the wooden desk. Doyle turned on the lights and sat in one of the extra chairs.
"You know, Angel, Cordy isn't going to like being left out."
"What species, Doyle?" He asked, ignoring his comment. Doyle sighed and resigned himself to Angel's ways.
"I couldn't quite place it myself. It wasn't human I can tell you that. But Angel," he said leaning forward, "I know what your thinking. And I should tell you that my vision said that we would need them for something." Angel continued to show no emotion. Not that it was anything new to Doyle, but he had to wonder how a guy could be so emotionless when he spent his life saving others. Angel turned his chair and stared out the now open window into the night, making it obvious that Doyle was to leave. "Alright, I'll leave you to your brooding, but remember this, The Powers That Be sent them for a reason and I reckon it's a good one." He then left and walked into the main office. Cordelia saw him and leapt at him from her chair almost knocking the computer monitor off her desk.
"So? What did he say?" Doyle shrugged his shoulders and picked up his magazine. Cordelia grabbed the magazine from his hand and continued talking. "You don't know? How could you not know? You where just in there!"
"He's brooding over it Cordy." He said. "I don't know how he'll decide." Cordelia huffed and turned her back to him.
"I should have known better than to ask you." Doyle sighed and picked up another magazine. He hoped Angel would make the right choice, and let Cordy know soon before she got in a really bad mood.
R+R!!!!!! please?