NM--Chapter 6
Chapter 6
“You were the girl in high school that had to take her cousin to prom weren’t you?” House muttered as he got on the back of his bike.
Cuddy, now in jeans and a t-shirt, put a helmet on before she got behind him. “Don’t insult me, House. You aren’t going to tell me vampires are chasing Cameron and then leave me here. I’ve got to see this one.”
“Are you that superstitious?”
“No, I need to know if you’re all insane and I have to fire you.”
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The group was standing outside House’s apartment, bloody and breathing hard.
“You all look like hell. Glad you made me leave.” House jumped off his bike and got out his key.
“House, I’m sorry that happened,” Wilson said. He never wanted to hurt House like that, knowing his disability was a definite sore spot. “But we need you here.”
“So now my dance card is full. I feel so wanted.” House went past them and stood between them and his door.
Cameron came from behind the group, slightly scraped and very much scared. “House, please.”
He studied her face with a frown. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “I just particularly don’t want to die tonight.”
House opened his door and let them in. Angel stood there on the sidewalk. “You have to invite me in or I can’t go over the threshold.”
“Do you want me to carry you like a blushing bride, too?” House asked with his near sneer. He still didn’t realize that Angel was a vampire.
“Look, kid, I don’t have time for this.” He pushed his jacket aside and put his hands on his hips as he often did.
House tilted his head, smirking. “‘Kid’? I’m old enough to be your father. And calculating how much sex I have, that’s really possible.” He put his arms out, saying, “Give Daddy a hug.”
Calmly, Angel’s voice lowered. His eyes focused on House’s but there was no threat or anger in them. Just honesty. “I killed my father.”
For the second time that night, House was speechless. He was looking at this guy that looked younger than Cameron and had just told him he had killed his father. He held fast to the motto that everybody lies, but his gut said Angel was being completely honest. “You just told me you murdered your father and you want me to invite you in. Who the hell are you?”
Angel was getting frustrated. He hated talking to people. His forehead wrinkled. He started to ramble. “I’m a vampire and I killed a bunch of people. But I don’t now. Well, I still kill demons. And there was that one time I let Dru and Darla eat all those lawyers. But I have a soul and I just need to get into your apartment.”
House blinked at him. Then he turned around, went into the apartment and shut the door.
Angel’s jaw dropped. He stared at the door for a few seconds. “Faith!”
A few moments later, Faith emerged from the apartment, her hand firmly gripped on the back of House’s collar. Her gravelly voice was firm. “Angel’s a vamp but he’s a very good boy. We need him to save your pretty doctor friend. So listen, Dr. McDreamy, just invite him in.”
House would never admit that although Faith kind of scared him, she also turned him on. “Okay, even though you are delusional in believing you’re a vampire, I invite you in because I’m getting bored.”
“Good boy,” Faith said, letting go of him.
“I’m not delusional.” Angel said, walking past House.
House gaffawed. “Well, of course you don’t know you’re delusional. Then it wouldn’t really be delusions. Duh.”
“You are so lucky I’m not evil,” Angel muttered.
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Drusilla petted her porcelain doll. She was the only one left of her group. She wished Spike was there. He always took care of her. Until he fell in love with the Slayer.
She danced on the rooftop of the building she had fled to after the fight. The moon still sang to her. It was near full. “You will have your queen soon.”
She giggled, her long black hair bouncing in the wind.
“And the world will fall to its knees.”
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Faith sat on the piano bench, cleaning her wounds with alcohol and a kitchen towel. Kate sat next to her. Keen sat on the floor, his laptop that he had in Angel’s car on the coffee table. Wilson was going from person to person checking injuries while Angel paced as he thought. Cuddy and House sat with Cameron on the couch.
“So what is Drusilla planning?” Faith asked.
Angel had his hand out in front of him. It was his way of helping him think. “She said that Cameron had already been saved and that the moon had told her to take her.”
Keen typed furiously on his laptop. “I can’t find anything on the pagan sites about moon and a moony doctor.”
“Hey,” Cameron said, sitting further up on the couch. “I’m not moony.”
Cuddy patted her on the shoulder. “You kind of are.”
Keen ignored the banter. “But I’ve been on several forums and there’s seriously something bad coming. No one knows what it is though.”
House turned to look at Angel. “You people are really helpful. I’m so glad that I invited you into my house.”
Angel gripped his sword as he looked around at the group talking about House. “Would anyone really care if I killed this guy? I never thought there would be anyone more annoying than Spike, especially after meeting a lot of people in 240 years, but I was wrong.”
Cuddy stood up. “Are you saying your 240 years old? How is that possible?”
“Oh, didn’t you here?” House asked. “Mr. GQ here is a vampire.”
Angel rolled his eyes. “We’re wasting time here. If you need to see, fine.” He showed them his vampire face. He went straight to House. They were nose to nose. “Got any questions?”
House stared back at him. “I know of a good moisturizer that would clear that right up.”
Angel sighed and changed his face back. “Please, can I kill this guy?”
“Don’t do it, boss,” Faith said. “He’s too cute to die.”
House looked over at her, surprised.
“Can we get back on track here?” Keen said. “As far as I can tell, there’s no information because the best source is the Howev prophecies and no one knows who has them.”
“I have them.”
Everyone looked at Wilson. “What?” Angel asked.
“I told you that I do research. A friend of mine gave me the prophecies about three years ago. I haven’t been able to translate most of it because there are too many people in Jersey that know how to read ancient Dinderjian.”
“I can,” Keen said.
Wilson excitedly squealed as only he could. “Great, let me go to my hotel and get them.”
Kate stood up. “I’ll go with you.”
Wilson nodded and headed for the door.
“Have you all found House’s secret drug stash?” Cuddy’s head was spinning.
Wilson stopped and turned to her. “I know this is hard to take at first. It’s easier to be in the dark.”
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Chase was bored out of his mind. Some of the times when he was lonely, he would take a walk and end up in front of House’s apartment. He knew that it was stalkerish, but he would sit across the street for a few hours and think. Chase would think about his dad and whether he was happy.
As he walked up to the stoop across the street, he saw Wilson drive up with a group of people carrying weapons. Then he saw House and Cuddy pull up next to him on his motorcycle. As he watched a handsome leather-clad man with pointy hair argue with House, his thoughts oddly drifted back to his fantasies he had in the shower.
One look at Cuddy on the back of that motorcycle had done it. He wished he had been the one she was holding tightly.
Lisa Cuddy was the reason Chase had stopped benefiting with Cameron.
TBC