Most of you already know about Angel, my lovely, snarky This Mortal Coil vampire with the mysterious past, but there are a few of you who don’t. So I’m going to give you a few snippets so you have a general idea of his personality, and then you can feel free to ask your questions! No matter how basic, no matter how bizarre; if you ask, he will answer through the month of January. Enjoy! (Note from myself: I really can’t wait until he reaches the twenty-first century. He’s going to be a blast.)
“You’re quick,” said Angel, appraising the hunter with his eyes. “It’s a good thing the Guild snatched you up before you went into the medical field.”
Skata pinched the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache coming on. “Just forget it.” He tucked the paper into his pocket. “I’ll see what Collins has to say about it, but don’t think about leaving the city until we get this sorted out.”
“I will dream of many things,” the vampire answered, “but not that. You have my word.”
Skata snorted and backed out of the room. “Your word,” he muttered. “That’s funny.”
“Not as funny as your hat,” said the vampire. “You can take the boy out of the cow but you can’t take the cow out of the boy, can you? Where are you from in the states, exactly?”
“Montana,” said Skata shortly.
“Ah,” said Angel. “Everything’s clear to me now.”
“It’s like a museum in here. What did you do, hire an army?”
“Help comes surprisingly cheap in London,” said Angel, shutting the door. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company? Again?”
“I have orders to bring you to the Guild for assessment,” Skata responded, feeling distinctly uneasy in the elaborate, expensive surroundings. How anyone could live somewhere so large and stuffy was too much to comprehend. “If you can spare the time, now would be good.”
Angel looked at a spot directly over his shoulder. “He’s concerned about my time.”
“Please, no theatrics.” Skata shook his head. Why did all vampires feel the need to be so over-the-top? It was like they thought they were constantly acting in an ongoing opera. “Let’s just get this over with, all right?”
Angel twisted in his chair to give Skata a slanted expression. “Why do I need him?” he asked, directing the question toward Collins while Skata made a face at the vampire.
“To judge just how high your mental powers are,” said Collins in his standard soothing-all-your-fears tone. “You give Skata a mental suggestion, and I’ll rate how strong you are. It’s only for categorization,” he added.
“So you can know how dangerous I am.” Angel smiled. “Isn’t that right?”
Collins hesitated before nodding. “Putting it simply, yes.”
“Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Angel pushed his chair back and stood up. He tilted his head in Skata’s direction.
The next thing Skata knew, he was standing on the top rung of the bookshelf ladder. He turned slowly around and looked down.
“I’ll refrain from asking how the weather is,” said Collins without looking up as he wrote down the result.
Skata gave Angel a dark look. “Stormy.”
“You could at least have waited until I ordered you down again,” said Angel, adopting a cherubic expression as Skata jumped down the last few rungs.