Go TeamC/A
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Title: When Hearts Collide
Author: Califi
Posted: 18 March. O4
Rating: Up to N-17 eventually
Category: AU. With S1/2 type Angel. Humor mainly with serious/dark bits [I think]
Content: Need you ask? C/A all the way
Summary: Saving Damsels in distress was supposed to be easy! Cordelia is being stalked. A & D get roped in to help her, and wackiness/angst ensues.
Spoilers: Cordy grew up in L.A. Never met the Scoobies, parents never had problems; went to drama school and now is a supporting player in a sitcom. Angel left SD around the same time as in the show, but no Aus show/no happiness loophole in curse (soul there for good) - Buffy just couldn’t accept what he was and it ended the relationship. He met Doyle and is still with him 2 years later in the same offices.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: Read Spoilers for background.
Thanks/Dedication: To Scorch has donated many parts in later scenes, [which you are gonna love!] and let me sound it out all over her, so I LOVE you babes, mwah!
Feedback:Everyone likes it- me included.
Part 1“So… back to my place?” Cordelia took in the handsome face and smarmy grin and wondered why she hadn’t noticed it before. Her lip curled as she removed his hand from her thigh
After a quite pleasant meal, they had entered his limousine on the pretext of taking her home, and all had gone well until the direction changed and the limo began driving through a less than savory part of Los Angeles.
“I don’t think so Brett- I’m really tired and just want my bed” she finally spoke, keeping a neutral smile pinned to her face. Once she got there, Dennis would sort him out if he persisted- of that, Cordelia was certain of that. His smirk instantly widened.
“That’s good enough; your place, my place-“ Cordelia removed his hand once more, this time abruptly, her polite expression slipping away and irritation becoming visible.
“I don’t think you’re getting me here Brett,” she clarified with a hint of steel in her voice. “I intend to go home alone.” The smirk finally dropped from his face and he leaned back in his seat.
“And I don’t think you’re getting me, darling,” he returned sharply. “Either put out or walk home.” Cordelia’s mouth dropped open in dismay as she again looked through the tinted windows, her heart picking up pace when he subtly caught the driver’s attention and the limo slowed down.
Walking home through a district full of winos and social rejects or letting Mister Octopus get his clammy hands on her. Her mind made up, she folded her arms and glared icily.
Brett sighed in real disappointment.
Cordelia Chase was an up and coming starlet. She still had a way to go, but had a regular slot in a sitcom as a supporting actress- she also was developing a name as an ice princess-no casting couches for this young woman.
When the beautiful brunette had agreed to have dinner with him, Brett truly believed he was finally going to put that rumour deep in the ground- but by the stubborn expression on her lovely face, he admitted defeat; it was a real shame, but there were plenty more starlets out there.
With a nod of his head, his driver stopped the limo, and Brett also folded his arms and grinned maliciously. Let’s see her find her way home unscathed from this side of town; he sniggered to himself, completely unconcerned for her welfare since she’d refused his advances.
Cordelia again glanced out of the window nervously, and swallowed the instant trepidation. Great! Dark and creepy; how was she going to find a cab round here? She wondered anxiously. Catching the even larger smug expression on her dinner date’s face, Cordelia took a deep breath and opened the door, hesitating for a moment before climbing out. As soon the door shut behind her the car sped away, leaving her in a deserted road.
“Just great” she muttered, taking in her immediate surroundings. “Cali warned me about him- but would I listen?” taking another deep breath, Cordelia started walking in the direction she hoped would take her to somewhere a lot more populated- and safe.***
Doyle’s head slammed onto the desk with a thump, causing the vampire to flinch imperceptivity. He was never sure how the half-demon Seer had avoided brain damage the last two years.
“Damsel in Distress- wow, cute!” for a moment Doyle locked onto the lovely face of the brunette; soon passing that by as the vision of two vampires chowing down took over.
After giving the relevant information, Doyle sat back with a freshly poured JD brain-number and watched as his vampire Champion prepared to exit their offices.
His work was done. Skull-crushing visions were enough of redemption for him. Why get hurt fighting the good fight with his fists too? That’s what the vampire with the soul was for, after all.***
Cordelia couldn’t believe her stupidity. As she looked around the dank, poorly lit alley she’d ran into, her mind went into inner chastisement mode.
It hadn’t taken her long to garner attention in the red knee-length sheath she wore, and soon was being openly followed by a very unsavory character. Picking up her pace was difficult in four inch heels and confining silk, and in her panicked attempt to put more distance between her and the unwashed loser that had taken a liking, she’d taken a wrong turn and ended up here.
Stooping down to remove a Jimmy Choo, Cordelia kept her nervous eyes on the entranceway- shrieking sharply when a cool hand suddenly landed on her bare shoulder.
“Well, well, what have we got here?”” the face that stared down at her looked twisted and wrong in the dim light and she backed away, gripping her shoe tightly. The man merely grinned malevolently and without taking strangely glowing eyes from her frightened face, called over his shoulder.
“Hey, jimmy. We got a real classy babe tonight.” following the brief flick of his eyes, Cordelia gulped when another creepy guy came out of the shadows, his face twisted unpleasantly too, and made even uglier by the satisfied smirk twisting his sharp-toothed mouth.
“Guys, let’s talk about this, huh?” Cordelia flashed her most winning smile, pushing the rampant fear down deep. “I’m lost and would realllllly appreciate it if you could point me in the direction of Silver lake; I’d make it worth your while” she added hopefully, swallowing again when he merely grinned, amused. I guess that’s a no, huh?” she took another step back as the first guy rolled his eyes and sniggered.
“Babe, you are definitely gonna make it worth our while- now time to eat.” The grin melted away as he reached out a filthy hand towards her and Cordelia flinched with a mixture of distaste and dread when he grabbed a handful of her long, loose hair, yanking her head back roughly.
She yelped and instinctively lashed out with her shoe; the wooden heel jabbing deeply into her attackers chest; Her eyes widening in shock at the look of dismay on his face.
“Oh God, I’m really sorry…can we call it qui-jeeeezus!” the exclamation was torn from her mouth as the guy seemed to literally explode into dust before her stunned eyes.
“Now that was just rude,” growled his friend, glancing down at the pile of ashes and then shooting towards her frozen form. Before he made contact, another blur of dark appeared out of nowhere and pushed her roughly out of the way.
“Eeuwwwe!” Cordelia felt something wet and sticky soaking through the fabric of her dress and looked down, horrified to find she’d landed in a puddle of unknown icky origin; then her head shot up at the sound of fighting.
Both figures were a blur, with fists flying until something that looked like a sharp piece of wood shot out and pierced the other one, causing dust again to cloud the air. After staring agape for a few seconds, Cordelia attempted to rise. Before she could roll on her side, her wrist was grabbed and she was unceremoniously pulled to her feet.
Instantly yanking her arm away, Cordelia reached down to grab her remaining shoe, straightening up and made an attempt to use it like she did the last time- but her wrist was again grabbed in a cold hand firmly.
Her wide hazel eyes connected with expressionless bitter chocolate that darkened infinitesimally as they ran from her smudged face to her shoeless feet. Cordelia strained her vision trying to work out the features of this new, dark-haired giant, but his face was hidden annoyingly with shadows thrown by the inadequate lighting of the alley. Tugging at her arm, she gasped when those long fingers tightened this side of painful. Then he finally spoke.
“I’m not going to hurt you- I just saved your life.” His voice a rich baritone slid down her spine and she shuddered, noting the flicker of something even darker as he picked up on it.
“Then let go of my arm,” Cordelia’s fear lessened slightly, her frightened gaze becoming a glare. For a long moment their eyes clashed, then he released her, stepping back as if still unsure about her intent with her insto-weapon.
“Oh my God!”
“What- are you hurt?” The stranger stepped forward at her high exclamation, following her gaze and taking in fully the red silk that hugged her slim yet well-endowed body, lingering for a long second on her perfectly tanned limbs.
“Look what you’ve done!” smoothing hands down the rich material, Cordelia grimaced in distaste at the oily residue that clung to her palms, waving them in the distracted stranger’s face angrily. “You’ve ruined my Donna Karen!” she snarled.
“Have you any Idea how much this gown cost? It’s a good job I have a more than generous income, or you’d be shelling out for a replacement, buddy!” The stranger stared at the little hellcat dumbfounded. He’d just rescued the girl from certain death- and she was freaking out over a dress.
“It’s just a dress,” he finally replied, unconcern written heavily in every syllable. The brunette glared killingly and took a step forward aggressively.
“Just a dress? What are you, deficient?” Cordelia poked him hard in that very broad chest, hiding the wince as her finger bounced off solid muscle painfully. “Do you always treat your savees like this? Cos if you do, boy, you need lessons on how not to push them into convenient puddles of slime and ick!”
He looked down at her, speechless as she ranted on and on, continuously prodding him with a well-manicured finger. So much for gratitude, he thought with a twitch of his full lips, then raised a silencing hand abruptly.
“Where do you live?” he interrupted wearily, more than ready to go home and rest his abused eardrums. Cordelia stopped in mid-rant and gave him an ‘are you kidding?’ look before stepping back and folding her arms.
“Like I’m gonna tell you- what do you take me for; some brain dead blonde bimbo?” The vampire rubbed his eyes, keeping his hands busy long enough to resist the urge to strangle the young woman then dropped them to look at her expressionlessly.
“I meant… I want to make sure you get home okay,” he spoke slowly as if enunciating to a child. “Otherwise I have a feeling I’m gonna have to save you again- especially in that getup,” her back stiffened instantly at the tone and the derogatory sweep of those dark eyes.
“This is not a getup; it is a Donna Karen- or was, until you destroyed it with your swooping in and-”
“Let’s not get into that again, okay?” The vampire stepped forward and grabbed her upper arm, literally dragging her out of the alley.
Almost instantly, a cab pulled up as if by magic. Cordelia stopped her struggling and glared up at the dark figure, momentarily distracted by the clear view of his handsome face, then she shook herself and put a hand on her hip.
“How did you manage to do that?” She asked, huffily. “I spent nearly an hour just looking for any sign of a cab- and you just step out here?” shaking her head in disbelief, “so much for equality, “she hmphed, pulling away from him and yanking the rear door of the cab open. Just before shutting the door behind her, Cordelia looked up at the hulk hovering silently.
“Thanks for whole saving thing,” she released a blinding smile, which dazzled the vampire and woke up parts that had no business waking up; then the smile melted into a scowl as she continued.
“but don’t even think I’ll ever forgive you for trashing my dress!” slamming the door, she said something to the cab driver and the cab shot away, leaving behind a very conflicted Vampire.
Part 2Cordelia was thoroughly pissed, fed up, out of patience and at the end of her admittedly short tether.
Since that horrible night, she’d had three days of relative normalcy- not taking into account the ‘I told you so’s’ from various friends, and a quickly quashed rumour of limo-romps with Brett Simmonds. Eww, like that would ever happen- slimeball!
But what really pissed her off was the certain knowledge that she was being followed- and she had a fair idea who.
“You’d think he had better things to do with his time than bug me, wouldn’t you, Dennis?” she muttered angrily as she relaxed in front of the TV, still graceful even in casual clothes, inhaling half a carton of Rocky Road.
What made it worse was that she only got that creepy feeling at night- “Why do they always do these things at night?” throwing the spoon into the carton and plonking it on the coffee table, her appetite for naughty nibbles disappearing in a flash.
“Night time is when things go bump and weirdo’s crawl out of the woodwork. No sunshine to make you feel at least a little bit safe,” she hmphed, absently thanking her ghostly room mate when he discreetly got rid of her rapidly melting ice cream.
Dennis had come with the Silverlake Apartment, and after a few hairy days, they’d settled down to an easy friendship. Dennis just wanted company, and Cordelia was the ideal person in his book- everyone else who’d attempted to move in before had been quickly scared off; usually grey or greyer than when they’d moved in.
He’d soon become very protective of the brunette, vetting anyone who walked through the front door discreetly- he’d also become very adept at tipping drinks in people’s laps too, which was a source of exasperated amusement for the young woman.
“Well, I’m not standing for his crap,” Cordelia shook her head firmly, deciding there and then to confront the smarmy perv- in the bright light of day, though! That decided, she finally relaxed on her couch and snuggled down to read her lines for the following day.***
“So let me get this straight: you are not here because you’ve changed your mind and decided to take me up on your offer,” Cordelia rolled her eyes and made a moue of distaste, “but because you have it in your pretty little head that I’m wasting my valuable time by following you around like some love sick puppy?” Brett cracked a disbelieving laugh, eying the brunette as if she’d gone totally deluded.
Then he reached out a clammy hand and patted her on the knee. She shot up out of the chair in his on-set dressing room and put a little distance between them. Staring him straight in the eye, Cordelia couldn’t help but have doubts in her suspicions now. Besides the ever-present arrogance was an amusement that had nothing to do with guilt.
“So you’re denying having anything to do with it?” She asked for clarification and he grinned unpleasantly.
“Honey, I don’t doubt you have a problem- the way you tease a guy it’s understandable you might have pissed someone off,” he raised a hand as her mouth opened angrily; “but to put your mind at rest,” and avoid lawsuits he thought to himself, “I have actually been in Europe at a convention- only got back last night; hope that answers your question?” he rose to his feet languidly.
“Now, if that’s all…unless you wanna give it another go?” at her look of increased distaste, Brett shrugged his shoulders. “Let yourself out, doll. Busy busy.” He began unbuttoning his shirt in preparation to change for a shoot and she rapidly walked to the door and left the room.
“Well, that went well!” Cordelia made her way out of the lot and headed towards her car, relieved that the smarmy bastard wasn’t her stalker, but frustrated that she now had no absolutely idea as to who her actual stalker could be.
This scared the crap out of her- having an idea had been good for the justifiable anger, and semi-comforting thinking she knew who it was- but now? It could be any crackpot who’d ever seen her on TV. Cordelia shuddered with growing fear; she’d heard of people in her profession having this problem before, and it had never ended well.
"Maybe having an apartment with security in reception would have been a good idea after all,” she muttered, then instantly felt guilty. "What about Dennis?" She’d have never met him and become friends with the ghost if she’d done that. “Wonder if I could get him moved with me?”
Occupied with thoughts on this idea, she drove absently, finally coming to park at the lot where the sitcom she was a part of was situated- in the same film company as Brett; that’s how they’d met. She wouldn’t be making that mistake again!
Still lost in her thoughts, she made her way through the studios and towards the rear where the dressing rooms were situated, nodding absently at people along the way.
“Hey Cordelia.” She was pulled out of her thoughts on seeing the dark-haired actress, Rebecca Lowell, who waved from her seat on the couch in her dressing room.
They’d first met at a party, where she’d found out about the part she now had in the comedy sitcom she was now part of- finding out later that Rebecca had auditioned for the same role.
Surprisingly, the older actress hadn’t made a big thing about it, and made a habit of popping in now and again to see how she was doing and share gossip, so Cordelia wasn’t too surprised to see her.
“Hey, Rebecca, how’s things?” Cordelia closed the door of her dressing room and walked over to give the woman a quick hug.
“So-so, how about you? Heard you had a date with Brett-king-of-smarm the other night- how did that go?” Rebecca wasn’t all that surprised at the instant cringe of distaste the brunette gave, “obviously not that well,” she added with a sympathetic grin.
“Let’s not even go there; suffice to say, that slimy boat has long sailed, thank God.” Cordelia flopped in her chair, and swivelled to face the older woman. “I just accused him of stalking me- and believe me when I say that has to be the lowest point in my life up to now.” Rebecca leaned forward anxiously.
“You think he’s stalking you?” shock and something else coloured her tone, and it took Cordelia a second to make the connection. She instantly reached out a soothing hand.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Rebecca! So not a subject you want to hear after what happened to you- did they find out who it was?” Cordelia asked, referring to an episode where the other actress had suffered stalking herself.
“Oh, yes; ended up a crazy fan- sorted out, thank God; anyway, back to you,” Rebecca’s face was all concern, “Brett: you think it’s him?” she asked again. The brunette shook her head morosely.
“Nope- and it sounds really kooky, but in a way I wish it was, cos I’ve got his little number and would have made his life hell- maybe I’m just imagining it after all,” Cordelia sighed heavily, brushing her heavy chocolate tresses back from her face.
“I thought that, Cordelia- and it could have gotten really nasty if... hold on,” Rebecca routed through her Gucci bag, which Cordelia absently noted was last seasons- maybe the woman had an attachment to it? Her attention was diverted from her line of thought as Rebecca smiled in triumph and pulled a small piece of folded paper from the depths.
“Here you go- I can highly recommend this agency.” She held it out.
“No business card?” Cordelia was sceptical as she smoothed out the paper; if it was such a highly recommended Agency, why just a phone number and a strange name? “Angel? Is that the name of this place?”
“No, that’s who does the investigating- with the help of his assistant; Dale, I think his name was.” Cordelia, still looking at the paper, missed the little shudder that ran through the dark-haired woman; or the quickly hidden smirk of spite that followed.
“Angel and Dale- sound like a strip duo,” they both smiled at that even as Rebecca shook her head firmly.
“Trust me; they’ll find your stalker- they did mine. They may not have fancy stationary, but they are good,” Rebecca assured her friend before rising to her feet. “Must be off, I have an appointment with my new manager in half an hour. It’s the other side of town, so…”
“A new manager?” Cordelia was more than a little surprised; Rebecca’s Manager had quite a listing- she’d even attempted to add her own name to it, and had ended up feeling small and insignificant.
The horrible little man had seemed more interested in the male population of one party she’d attended, approaching one dark guy and practically propositioning him by the way the guy’s broad shoulders and spine had stiffened at the time; not that she would have been at all surprised if he had been!
“Long story; let’s just say he no longer met my needs.” Rebecca replied, reaching the door. “Let me know how it goes, okay?” Cordelia nodded with a wave and looked back down at the scrap of paper.
Rebecca finally let loose the grin of satisfaction once the door had closed between them. “Let’s see the little bitch deal with that monster- with her smart mouth, I’m sure it won’t take long for him to show her what he really is under that handsome facade!"
The grin widened as she considered the possibility of maybe suggesting Cordelia Chase take a bottle of wine over as a sweetener, making sure it was just the right kind of wine for that Vampire in sheep’s clothing; wondering if he’d fall for it again…***
There was a scrabbling outside the door. Doyle looked up, a quizzical look on his face then rising his brows when the noise only continued he crossed over to it. Getting the shock of his life when on opening it he was instantly struck dumb.
“Well hello there!. Can I help you, Miss?” he finally spoke after swallowing the building saliva on his tongue.
Cordelia's head shot up and stopped hunting for her lipstick, a slight blush tinting her cheeks as she gave the man a slightly sheepish grin. “Hi, sorry. Is this is the ...erm hold on.” She started digging again, flashing a triumphant smile at him when she found the crumpled piece of paper. “-Angel’s Investigations, that’s it. Geeze, good thing I checked -I nearly said Bangles, big whoops.”
“Don't worry about it.” The little man answered with a charming accent. A smile dimpled his face and Cordy’s smile widened and she relaxed. As for Doyle he was entranced. What a beauty!
For a second, he was tempted to usher her out and take her to the nearby a local coffee house to talk- the urge to get her away from his darkly handsome boss that strong. Usually- well, practically every time a female client or damsel in distress who'd met or been saved by the vampire literally swooned at his feet…
Talking about Damsels in distress...“Have we met before?” His eyes narrowed as a feeling of familiarity hit him as her looked into her face. "Although I can't believe I'd forget such a pretty face." he winked cheekily.
Cordelia grinned and patted his arm."It’s okay, little man, you don’t need to pull out the lame lines, I’m coming in anyway.” Brushing past him before he could close his gaping mouth and respond.
Just as he turned to follow, brief images flashed through his mind- vision echoes, and he finally remembered where he’d seen her. The almost victim of two vamps nearly a week ago. Was that why she was here- to ‘thank' Angel once again?
Doyle’s mouth turned down even as he muttered ‘damn’ under his breath. Great- another swooning female! Fair enough, Angel never took them up on their offers, claiming he had only two modes- bite and avoid, but they never lingered long enough to notice him, unfortunately,once Angel had made it clear in his abrupt way that he wasn't interested.
Before he had a chance to think up an excuse for the vampire’s absence, the brunette had sat carefully down in an old wooden chair and began to speak. “A friend recommended me to you and your partner,” she smiled again whilst Doyle absorbed the title she’d given him- it beats ‘Seer’ any day- mebbe I should ask for a pay rise, he thought wryly, then remembered he actually had to get paid for that to happen.
“Oh, and how rude am I?” she hurriedly rose to her feet and held out a hand.
“I’m Cordelia Chase; potential victim to a stalker,” she bluntly added. Doyle took her hand willingly; enjoying the satiny softness of her well cared for golden skin.
“Charmed to make your acquaintance Miss Chase- and did you say stalker?” his professional interest temporarily distracting him from his usual flirtatious spiel.
“Yes, but God know why I'd have one,” Cordelia shuddered for a second, adding with a grimace, “some people just have no lives- or such lame ones that they have to wreck somebody else’s.” he nodded sympathetically, even as he inwardly thought it was pretty obvious to him why a stalker would think of obsessing over the lovely young woman sitting gracefully oposite him. She oozed a heady combination of innocence and sensuality that pulled you in like a magnet.
“And that’s why you’re here,” he couldn’t help but be relieved it wasn’t his initial guess- the vampire had obviously made no lasting impression on the girl, as it was obvious she wasn’t aware of who his ‘partner’ was.
Thinking about it now, Angel had returned from that particular mission more broody and growly than normal the other night, and when Doyle had asked how it went, all he’d got for his trouble was a not-so stifled snarl. Miss Chase had obviously looked a little deeper below that handesome facade and found the 'champion' wanting ...which caused Doyle’s hopes of a possible conquest to rise by degrees as he realised that he may just have met a delectable woman who had resisted the vampire’s very few, he thought, charming qualities.
“Hold on, as it is pretty miserable and kinda dark in here, why don’t I grab a pad and pen, and we can continue our conversation at this lovely little coffee house just round the corner? ” he suggested. "They do great coffee there, and have outside tables. Practically live there meself," he added when Cordelia raised her brows and looked at him suspiciously. Staring deep into bright blue eyes, all she could see was a warm, unthreatening twinkle- plus the fact that it WAS daylight had her agreeing.
“Um, okay- I noticed you haven’t got a coffee machine. What's with that anyway? - business bad? ” She asked curiously, rising fluidly to her feet and waited for the Irishman to retrieve the said notepad.
"we...specialise in stuff other Agencies don't bother with." Doyle explained vaguely, gesturing for her to precede him to the exit.
“We also don’t deal with new clients outside of the office,” the deep male voice froze Doyle in his tracks as he inwardly groaned.
Cordelia, who'd reached the door swivelled round in surprise- where had the other guy come from? - Then she froze too.
“Oh. My. God! – It’s the arrogant swooping fashion-destroyer!” her eyes rolled even as she folded her arms defensively. “Don’t tell me; you are the Angel part of this outfit?”
“By name, not species or nature,” Doyle muttered under his breath, but loud enough for the vampire to hear. ‘Angel’ threw a hard look the Seer’s way before walking silently forward to reach out and hook a large hand around Cordelia’s elbow. He'd heard most of the conversation before making himself known- a lot earlier than he'd wanted to, not expecting Doyle to hustle the woman out of here.
Cordelia instantly stiffened when his cool hand wrapped around her arm and glared into his broody looking face. “I’m not some crabby old pensioner, thank you very much and I can walk just fine on my own perfectly working legs,” pulling away her arm and refusing to be herded further into the office.
Doyle had to agree with that description- the last part especially; a twinge of mild annoyance creased his brow as he noticed Angel’s dark eyes had flickered along their golden length too.
A low rumble that almost sounded like a big dog growling came from Angel's throat and she took a small step back in surprise. She couldn't disagree that the big hulk was sinfully handsome- if you liked the dark and moody look,(which strangely she did for once!) but he was giving her the creeps; cool bitter chocolate eyes bored into wary hazel without blinking and she finally broke eye contact for a moment before pulling her thoughts together and lifting her gaze back, hands now on hips.“And what makes you think YOU can help me- unless it involves expanding my dry-cleaning bill?” She unthinkingly poked the vampire in his broad chest hard.
Angel’s eyes narrowed, recalling the last time this aggravating young woman had attempted to drill a hole in his flesh when they’d had the misfortune to meet, and stepped back slightly, although still managing to loom over her in his patented menacing manner. Women this beautiful should only have one use in life, Angel thought to himself- but he doubted it would go down well if he told her that; especially the part where her full, pouty mouth would be better preocuppied with a task other than spouting insults. His body tightened at the thought and he scowled in irritation.
Doyle leaned back against his desk and folded his arms. After the initial annoyance of being interrupted, he now found himself enjoying the sight of spitting hazel eyes and flare of soft colour flooding the young woman’s cheeks and the fulminous glare of the vampire as they faced each other aggressively. Made a change from fawning googly eyes from one and and annoyed discomfort from the other.
Looks like life is gonna get pretty interestin’ round here he thought with a mischevious grin.
TBC...
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