December 12th, 2006
|fikgirl||11:18 pm - Back in the City of Angels|
Where: Angel Investigations/Wolfram & Hart Bldg, LA
Invited:Anyone is welcome (but I think only George is around)
Angel exited the elevator of his private pent house apartment – located at the top of the restored and renovated Wolfram & Hart building – and strolled across the second floor foyer towards the conference room.
"Pig, 98 degrees with just a touch of cow for that added perk." Harmony intercepted him, pressing a mug of warm blood into his hand. "Just the way you like it, Boss."
With a sigh, Angel took the mug and sipped it, then continued on his way.
"Don't I even get a thank you?"
The look the souled vampire tossed back over his shoulder at the vampire receptionist sent her scurrying without another word. Every now and then Harmony needed a reminder that she was lucky to have a job after her betrayal. Fortunately, knowing for absolute certain that she couldn't be trusted made it a lot easier to work with her.
(There's also the added bonus of the three times and you're staked rule,) Angel mused.
He opened the doors to the staff room, looked up and his greeting died on his lips. The room was empty, save Spike who paged through a comic book called "9th Wonders" and dipped a donut into . . . a mug of blood. Considering that Angel didn't consider Spike to be high on the scale of "anybody" – no one really knew what he did around the place, and he only drew a paycheck to keep him safely out of Angel's hair – he considered the room empty.
Turning on his heel, he marched up Harmony's desk. "Harmony, isn't it Thursday?"
"And it's, eleven o' clock?"
"And didn't I specifically call a staff meeting every Thursday at eleven o' clock in the morning?"
Angel stared at Harmony. The annoying blonde vampire stared back.
He sighed heavily. "So, *where* is my staff?"
"Oh, well, there's no meeting this Thursday. You cancelled it."
"I did?" Angel frowned at her. "Why?"
"Because Gunn had to be in court today, Wesley didn't know if he would be back from procuring that rune-stone-statue thing-a-ma-jig and Faith called to say she was like way out of touch and probably wouldn't be back for a while." Harmony rattled off the list of reasons. "And because I knew that you wouldn't remember, I put it in your calendar."
Angel set the mug of blood on the counter to avoid shattering it in his hand. He counted slowly to ten and soothed himself with images of Harmony exploding into dust all around him. When he could speak again, Angel said very clearly, "Harmony. There is nothing in my calendar. It sits on my desk, empty. I don't even know why I have –"
"Not *that* calendar. Geez, Angel." Harmony pointed her pen – with a large, glittery unicorn on the end of it – at the oversized cellular telephone on his belt clip. "On the one on your TREO."
Angel pulled the telephone off and shook at it at her. "Harmony, this is a cell phone!"
"It's a PDA cell phone. We went over this when I ordered one for everyone on staff. You approved the order. But it was Cordelia's idea, but anyway, we had special training. It's a complete desktop right at your fingertips."
Frowning thoughtfully at the phone, Angel tapped it. "This thing?"
"You know, you really need to move into the twenty-first century, Angel. You're like the poster child for anachronism."
"Do you even know what that word means?"
|Date:||January 24th, 2007 11:12 pm (UTC)|| |
"That has to be the most disgusting thing ever," Cordelia said with a frown as she glared at Spike. "And so is dunking your donuts."
She turned smoothly to Angel, Spike already forgotten. "Seeing how we don't have a meeting, I am long over due for a proper wash, cut, style and manicure. We have all the amenities and today I intend –"
The room darkened and blurred.
" – to take full – "
Objects bled into one another and coalesced into different forms.
" – vision!"
Blink, shift and the whole world changed.
Cordelia stood on a city street watching as the creatures strode forward and grabbed this person and that person. The crowd foolishly laughed and cheered while a victim was drained to a pure, dry husk of nothing but bone and wisps of hair.
One after another, again and again until the crowd began to wise up and move. Screaming and yelling, they dispersed, running down the streets.
Vision Cordelia turned and looked up at the street sign.
(Mercer and Blakely.)
The light changed to red. The sounds of squealing brakes and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air right before the sounds of crunching metal.
(We're too late,) Cordelia realized. (This already happened.)
(So what's the point?)
One of the blue skinned, white haired, bad dental hygiene and bad wardrobe vampires – because they had to be vampires, right? – walked past her. The rest followed.
Blink, shift and the main lobby of the building formerly belonging to Wolfram and Hart reformed and appeared. She yelped, backing away from the sudden closeness of her friends – and acquaintances – peering curiously at her. "Geesh! Give me some air already!"
"C'mon on, out with it, cheerleader," Spike said, "Whatd'ya see?"
"Vampires," Cordelia supplied without missing another beat. She turned to Angel. "Vampire attack at the corner of Mercer and Blakely. But we're too late, it already happened. We need to stop it from happening again."
|Date:||January 25th, 2007 05:11 am (UTC)|| |
"Mercer and Blakely?" George said. She flipped open the leather notebook and turned to the last page on which anything had been written. Yep. Nine names, all at the corner of Mercer and Blakely.
"Yep," she said, closing the notebook as Spike sidled closer. "They're dead. I sent Kate and Larry down there to take care of them...what?"
Angel and Harmony were staring at her with that uneasy look on their faces again. Cordelia was frowning in annoyance. "You knew?" Cordelia demanded.
"Yeah," George said. "What about it?"
"And you didn't say anything?"
"Hello," George said, waving the notebook at her. "Grim Reaper. That's what I do!" Angel and Harmony shared a look. Spike just laughed.
"Jeez!" George continued. "This can't be news to you. How long have I been here?"
"Angel Investigations!" Cordelia countered. "We're supposed to help the helpless! Defend the defenseless!"
"Defeat the defeatless!" Harmony chimed in, then subsided when everyone glared at her.
"Or at least we _try_ to," Cordelia said. She sighed. "It's just--hard to get used to. Knowing that--you know--people are gonna die, and not doing anything about it...."
George shrugged. "You can't. You can't save any of them. Took me a long while to learn that lesson, but I did."