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05 November 2007 @ 06:17 pm
Fic: Demons, ch. 3  
Title: Demons
Rating: PG-13, for now
Word Count: 735
Disclaimer: Yeah, don't own it. Just playing in Mick's sandbox!
Author's note: Ask and you shall receive! Here's chapter three! Thank you for all you wonderful comments. Enjoy!

Chapter Three

Mick awoke at exactly 3:18 in the afternoon. He knew that because his phone was ringing shrilly from his pants pocket on the floor. Beth, he thought. Crap. He had hoped to me awake before she arrived. So much for that idea. He climbed out of his freezer and answered the ringing phone.

“Beth, I’ll be right down.”

“OK,” she replied.

From outside the apartment, Beth chuckled. Figures that I woke him, she thought. No sooner did she think that, then Mick opened the door. Beth gasped at the vision before her. Mick in a pair of blue silk pajama bottoms--and nothing else.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

It took Beth a second to realize he had spoken. “What? Oh yeah, I’m fine.”

“Were you planning on coming in?” Mick said.

Mick seemed completely oblivious to the affect he was having on Beth. Of course, that was far from the truth. He immediately noticed the hitch in her breathing and the increased rate of her heart. Inwardly, he smiled. While not his intention, he enjoyed the effect his appearance had on her. Mick moved aside to allow her to pass into the apartment. As Beth moved past him, he briefly inhaled her scent. It reminded him of wildflowers on a summer’s day. She wore hip-hugging jeans and a green sweater with a somewhat risqué neckline. Little piece of heaven right here on earth. It’s gonna be a long day, he thought.

Beth sat down on the couch and began to rifle through he bag for the information she had managed to gather so far. She wasn’t doing a very good job of it, but it didn’t matter. Anything to distract her from Mick.

Noticing her flustered demeanor, Mick said, “Make yourself at home. There’s food in the fridge, help yourself.”

“Why?” she asked, confused.

“Is there food? I figured since you tend to show up unexpectedly that it’s better to be prepared,” he replied.

“Oh, right. Thanks.”

“I’m just going to take a quick shower and be right down.”

“OK.” Great, he just had to say that, didn’t he? she thought, as Mick made his way upstairs.

Get a grip in yourself, Beth, she admonished herself. You love Josh. It’s fate, remember? So what if Mick has saved you twice, makes you feel safer than you ever have and happens to look like a Greek god. She tried to remember all the things she loved about Josh, but they wouldn’t come. OK, new tack. The story, think about that. Finally, that did the trick. Beth managed to brew herself some coffee and make a ham sandwich without thinking about Mick in the shower. Naked. Oops. Well, she almost made it.

Twenty minutes later, Mick came back downstairs, dressed in his usual jeans and form fitting shirt, to find Beth examining the books in the honeycomb-like bookshelf.

“See anything interesting?”

Beth jumped. How does he do that? she thought for the hundredth time. Steadying herself, she said, “Aviation. I had no idea you were interested in planes.”

“I’m not. They were my father’s. He was a pilot in World War I. Had to lie about his age to enlist; he loved planes. Read everything he could find on them, even after he was mustered out.”

“Isn’t the Portal of Folded Wings in Valhalla dedicated to aviators?” she asked.

“Yeah, it is. Maybe aviation is the link you were looking for. Let’s look at what you brought.”

While Mick went to get a glass of blood, Beth sat down in the couch and pulled out a manila folder. She handed it to Mick. He flipped through it, sipping his blood, brow furrowing.

Eric Anderson, 65, accountant.
Walter Philips, 73, retired mechanic.
George O’Keefe, 70, retired cop
Anthony Moretti, 68, engineer
Ingrid Lawson, 45, USC history professor

“It says here that Philips and Lawson were father and daughter,” Mick said, puzzled.

“Yeah. There doesn’t seem to be any connection other than that.”

But those last names sounded familiar to Mick, he just couldn’t figure out why. He knew it would come to him eventually. Hopefully, that would happen before any more innocents disappeared.

“You thinking vampires?” Beth asked.

“You have vampires on the brain. It could just be your ordinary aviation loving thugs.”

Beth quirked an eyebrow at him.

“OK, maybe not. Either way, we won’t know anything until we check it out.”

“To Valhalla, then?”

“Let’s go.”

To be continued… 
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Quick to scar, slow to heal.: Evil Laughfemmephantom on November 6th, 2007 02:30 pm (UTC)
Mick and Beth are on the hunt. :D