Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Now, moving right along…

"I'm to sorry to have kept you waiting, Eddie. Now, how can I help you?"

Eddie stared across the desk and said: "uhm, sorry kid, but I didn't come here for you. I need to see Angel."

"I am Angel."

"No you're not. You're that English fellow, yeah, I've seen you around here a couple of times." Eddie looked confused. "Why would you go around calling yourself Angel? I hate to tell you kid, but you really can't pull that off."

"Well, yes, uhm, that's besides the point." Wesley answered insecurely. "I'm sorry, thought I'd try something. Would you like some coffee, while waiting for Angel?"

"Coffee would be great. Sorry if I hurt your feelings, kid."

"It's nothing, really," Wesley said politely. "I'll be back in a jiffy."

Wesley walked out of the office and while pouring the coffee, he said: "Well, I think it's safe to assume he at least knows who you are, Angel."

"Oh, I wouldn't know that Wesley," Cordelia joked. "You don't exactly send out that 'I'm a cool vampire vibe', you know?"

"You think I'm cool?" Angel asked vainly.

"Yeah, well, in a dark and mysterious sort of way, which is a little bit Batmanny, but sure, a bit. Sometimes. So…Hey!" Cordelia was happy to be able to change the subject. "What are we going to do about, you know, that man slash whatever in your office?"

"I guess," Angel replied, "We can only assume at the moment that that man is really Eddie, and work from there."

"Great idea boss!" Wesley said enthusiastically.

"Oh, please," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Could you climb more up his butt?"

Wesley retorted: "At least I don't call him Batman, you on the other…"

Angel decided to leave the children bickering, and stepped into his office. There he was, the man Angel saw dead not thirty minutes ago. Same sharp nose, same freakishly big hands, same eyes, but now they were wide open in a fearful expression. Angel sat down behind his desk.

"Hi Eddie."

"Hiyah, Angel. Thanks for seeing me." Eddie shifted nervously in his chair. "I gotta tell you Angel, that staff of yours is well… a little weird. That young lady was giving me fashion advise, and that English kid was trying to impersonate you. Badly, I might add."

"he was trying to determine if you were really Eddie." Angel said pensively.

"Off course I am! Who else would I be?"

Angel leaned forward and looked Eddie right in the eyes.

"You tell me."

Eddie looked confused. "Angel, I really don't…" Angel interrupted him.

"I found you dead, on the street a couple of blocks from here, Eddie. Your spine was severed, you were bleeding from your lungs, and you were dead! Yet somehow, you managed to make your way to my office? You see where I'm having trouble with this?"

Eddie's facial expression changed. He now looked pretty freaked out. He has no idea what I'm talking about, Angel thought. He doesn't know anything about the body on the streets. I could've brought that up a bit more delicately. Oops.

"I- I don't know what to say, Angel, I don't understand it," Eddie said. Angel didn't want to freak the man out even more, so he decided to put this mystery on hold and focus on why Eddie needed to see him.

"It's okay, Eddie. I believe you. Tell me, why did you come to see me?"

Eddie calmed down a bit, and started talking.

"Right, uhm, ya know, I heard that if I had a… weird problem, I should go to you. I heard you specialize in cases involving… uhm, matters of, well, supernatural origin." And than he added: "Especially if it means getting rid of those supernatural matters."

"You heard right," Angel replied. Eddie had stated it mildly to say the least. This sign on the door could just as good have read: 'Exterminations', not 'Investigations'.

"Ah, okay." Eddie relaxed a bit, now he knew he wasn't making a fool out of himself. "I'm being chased by some sort of monster. He has two legs like a man, same height, same build…"

"Demon," Angel specified. "We call creatures like that demons."

"Right. Demon. Anyway, he is really scary looking, with spikes around his forehead, pins on his shoulders and a left index finger that's the size of a large dagger. Just as sharp too."

"A V'Harri demon. I know them." Angel said. "The other… well, you, the one I found dead, was killed by one."

"Oh my god," Eddie murmured. "That demon must have mistaken that guy for me, just like you did." He shouted: "That guy was killed because of me!"

Angel thought the same. He still wondered how two people could look so similar. They were even wearing the same clothes!

"Eddie, this may be a stupid question, but you wouldn't happen to have twin brother, that you forgot to mention, do you?"

Eddie shook his head. "No brothers, one sister. And she passed away some time ago. Died of lung cancer, God bless her." Eddie's looked sad as he recollected the death of his sister.

"What am I going to do Angel? A man was killed because of me. Shouldn't I turn myself in to the police?"

Angel thought about Kate, the detective who recently discovered he was a vampire. There wasn't a lot of trust between them, and she could complicate things.

"For the moment, you better don't do anything, and I'll look into it. We don't know if the V'Harri demon realised it's mistake, he could very well still be hunting you. And if it is, I don't think the police are going to be much help. Why is that demon hunting you, anyway?"

"Gambling debts." Eddie admitted. "I know, corny isn't it? I managed to get myself into a debt with a mobster, one I could never possibly repay. You see – I had a real nasty habit, when I lived in Vegas. Like so many others, probably."

"you definitely made a deal with the wrong persons, a V'Harri demon is not something to be messed with." Angel agreed.

"So, can you help me?" Eddie asked. Angel nodded. "What are you going to do, then?"
Angel shrugged.

"Probably mess with him a little," he said.

I know, lot's of exposure, no action… But that's about to change! More to come!