Part II: My Baby left me!

Chapter: Pretty Woman

An exceptionally beautiful woman was walking on a hallway of BPRD. Her legs seemed to go on forever, she had an hourglass figure with tiny waist and full, gorgeous breasts. Her shiny, honey blond hair fell to her shoulders like a waterfall, and waved beautifully as she walked.

She was wearing stiletto heels, a white blouse, with just enough cleavage to reveal a bit more than was appropriate, and a tight, grey pencil skirt that hang to the curves of her hips.

Her name was Beatrix Connelly (though it obviously wasn't her real name), and she looked like a Victoria's Secret Angel.

There was something about her, that made all the guys stop whatever they were doing, and turn their heads as she walked past. Perhaps it was just her looks, or perhaps it was something more, but nevertheless she was fully aware of the effect she had on them. And it made her perfect, painted lips turn into a wicked smile.

She walked to the small canteen, and paid for her large coffee - black, no sugar. Skinny girls don't eat breakfast, she reminded herself. Stay focused. Keep your head in the game.

Every guy on the room stared at her, as she walked across the room, playing them all, simply by giving them small smiles and lingering glances.

This was so easy. Guys, they were all the same. She expected no problems in succeeding in her mission. These guys were all ready and ripe for the picking - all except for that red dumb-ass of a demon, and his blue pal who lived in a tank. But they weren't humans - that was the problem. Though she did have a plan for them too, it would just take a bit more time.

But just then something caught her attention, something unexpected, and it made her frown.

John Myers was sitting on a table, just as she had hoped for - but he wasn't alone.

There was a petite, pretty redhead sitting across the table, and from the way they held each other's hands, Beatrix Connelly could tell those two were in love.

She made a small snort.

Love.

That would perhaps complicate things, but then again, she had never been afraid of a challenge.

She took a good look at the girl. Yes, she had a pretty face, but not much more. She was a petty little thing, with freckles, undisciplined hair and hardly any makeup. And she wasn't a human.

That's curious. Connelly though. I wonder if that wussy boyfriend of hers knows.

But just then Myers noticed her approaching, and there was a smile on his lips, and a small blush on his cheeks.

Good, she thought to herself. He's so mine. Nothing that little freak can do about it.

"Hey, John!" she said, her voice just as sexy and perfect as her flawless looks. "I was looking for you. You're late."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I-" he was stammering. "I'm ready in no time. Please, sit with us."

"Sure." she sat down, in a chair by him - close enough to feel the warmth of his body. "I was afraid you'd forgotten about our meeting. So, who's your friend?"

"Oh, this is my girlfriend Margot Duval. She's spending a few days here. Margot, this is Beatrix Connelly, our new research agent." Myers introduced them, but neither woman offered a hand to shake on.

Something flashed in Margot's eyes, as she looked at Connelly, something dark and sinister, but it hardly had any effect on her.

Had she been one to scare easily, she wouldn't have gotten this far in her life. It took a lot more than a little telepath to cause her trouble. Besides, she had her ways to keep others out of her mind.

"Oh, that's nice." she said indifferently. "So, European, huh? When will you be going back home?"

"In three days." the redhead replied. "If you must know."

"So soon? Such a shame."

That was good news. The sooner that little bitch was out of the way, the better.

She turned back to Myers, ran her fingers through her blond hair and gave him a glance through her lashes - a glance that would've made any guy lose his balance.

"John, I'll meet you in the library. Don't take too long, we have work to do."

"Fine, I'm… uh, I'll be there in a minute."

He cleared his throat, and there were red spots on his cheeks, that didn't go unnoticed by Connelly.

Ah, this was almost too easy! She chuckled as she stood up, and turned to leave. That little boyscout wouldn't even know what hit him. It would be an absolute pleasure to cut his heart out of his chest, and watch him die.

He'd go down, with that red demon pal of his, and there was absolutely nothing their little girlfriends could do to stop it.

Apocalypse. The word had such a nice ring to it.

Margot watched as the bikini model lookalike walked away from them, and unfortunately so did Myers. His eyes followed her swinging hips just a bit too long for it to mean nothing, and Margot felt an ugly sting of jealousy in her chest.

"She is pretty." Margot said, her voice tense and sharp.

"Is she?" Myers replied, turning back to face her. "I don't-"

"You know she is." Margot rolled her eyes.

"I hadn't noticed."

"Oh come on, don't lie to me." She was getting annoyed now. "I know just what you were thinking."

She had almost shouted the last words, for something in the way that he spoke made her mad. He had this strange look in his eyes, a dreamy look, and it made Margot feel like he hadn't been listening to a word she said.

Now she'd gotten his interest though.

"You… you read my mind?!" he stammered. "You promised never to do that without my consent."

"Like I had to." she snapped. "It was written all over your face when you were staring at that 'silicon valley' of hers."

A hurt look flashed on his face. His beautiful features turned hard.

"That's mean."

"What? Accusing you of staring at her boobs, or calling them fake?"

"Both." he replied.

"Well, it's true nevertheless."

"I'm not going to get into a fight with you." Myers stated, finishing his coffee. "You're being ridiculous."

"You don't want to fight, and then you call me ridiculous?" Margot felt her anger stirring. "With what right? You were the one who drooled over her, right in front of my eyes-"

"I didn't drool. Come on, Margot! Beatrix is my colleague, nothing more."

"Beatrix, huh?" Margot raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said Botox."

Myers stared at her for a few heartbeats, his blue eyes narrowing. "Calling her names now? I didn't know you were this mean."

His words felt like an icy dagger in her heart, and it took all she had to keep on her hardened cover.

"Then perhaps you didn't know me that well after all."

"Huh." he stated. "Is that so? Just that you know, Margot, jealousy doesn't suit you well."

"I'm not jealous!" she snapped. "Not for that woman."

"Like Hell you are." Myers replied, and stood up gathering his empty plates. "And just last night you had the nerve to lecture me about it."

"That was totally different! You were jealous of something that happened years ago! I'm just telling you to stop staring at the balloons on that bimbo's chest!"

But there was something in Myers' eyes, that Margot hadn't seen before. He looked at her like she was a stranger, someone he didn't really like that much.

"It's my friend and colleague you're talking about." he noted. "You'd better watch your words."

"Is that so?" Margot stated, standing up too. "Well, go to her then, if you like her so much. Go and fuck her, for all I care!"

"You're unbelievable." Myers scorned. "I don't have time for this - some of us actually have work to do."

And just like that he turned his back to her, and walked away, leaving her behind, tears burning in her eyes.