Chapter Eleven - Laying It Out on the Table
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. Chapter Eleven
Booker knew that Angel was not likely to be up in his office at this time of day, so he crept back through the garage and stood nervously in front of the metal door that led to Angel’s apartment.
He snorted. More like a lair.
No amount of deep breathing would really make him ready to willingly enter the home of a vampire. Alleged vampire, he corrected himself. “Oh whatever,” he muttered irritably and went to open the door.
It slid open before he could grab it. Angel stood in the doorway. “Dennis Booker,” he said.
Trying to keep his voice steady, Booker replied, “Angel. Still no last name?”
Angel did not acknowledge the gibe. “I didn’t expect to see you back here.”
“How’d you know I was out here?” Booker asked.
Cracking a tiny smile, Angel replied. “Fear smells very strong.”
Nodding slowly, Booker walked past Angel into the apartment. “Fear smells, huh?”
Angel slid the door closed and followed him into the living room. “Why don’t you just ask?” he finally said.
“Now what would I have to ask about?”
There was no answer. So Booker heaved a sigh and, regardless of how stupid he felt, said, “You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”
Angel sat in an armchair, crossed his hands over his chest, and nodded. “I’m impressed.”
Booker paced around the room. “You’re a real freaking vampire. What the hell is going on?”
“It’s a long story,” Angel replied calmly.
“Yeah?” Booker asked. “You want to start with why you haven’t attacked me yet? Why you didn’t attack Kate outside my apartment this morning? Why you have two people who work for you?”
“Are you done?” Angel asked. “I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Frowning, Booker asked, “Just like that?”
Angel nodded. “Just like that.”
Angel got up from the chair and started walked into the kitchen. Pulling open the refrigerator, he said, “Here’s your first answer.”
Cautiously, Booker glanced inside. His stomach turned when he saw the dozens of bags of blood. “What…?”
“Pig’s blood,” Angel replied. “I haven’t drunk human blood in a long time.”
He returned to the chair. “I told you it was a long story.”
Booker sat across from him. “How old are you?”
Booker felt his jaw drop. “Holy shit.”
Angel laughed. “Yeah, sometimes I feel that.”
Suddenly Booker realized that he was not afraid anymore. He was, however, very curious. “So why don’t you drink human blood?”
“Somewhere in the late 1800s, my sire brought me a girl to feed on as a present.” Angel’s eyes looked even older than usual as he stared at the floor. “She was a gypsy. Her clan got their revenge on me by giving me back my soul.”
“Vampires don’t have souls?” Booker asked.
Angel shook his head. “Vampires are monsters. But when I got my soul back, I started feeling guilt over the killing. It took a long time to get used to drinking pig’s blood, but I couldn’t kill people anymore.”
Booker leaned back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling. “Those two people upstairs – Cordelia and the British guy.”
“Wesley,” Angel supplied.
“Right. Do they know you’re a vampire?”
Angel nodded. “They know.”
And it all fell into place. “But Kate doesn’t know.”
“No one else knows, at least in Los Angeles.” He smirked. “Except you.”
Booker chuckled. “I have to tell you that I never expected this when I moved to LA. Are there more vampires in the city?”
Gravely, Angel nodded. “Too many. That’s what Angel Investigations does primarily. We take down vampires and demons – the things that the police and other PI’s couldn’t handle.” Again, there was the hint of a smile. “No offense.”
Booker threw up his hands. “None taken.” Then he whistled. “Wow.”
Standing and pacing again, Booker was at a loss for words. After a minute, he said, “When Kate came to me to find out what was so weird about you, I thought you were a religious nutcase or maybe in the closet or even one of those crazy guys who tries to sell steaks out of the back of his truck. I was not expecting a vampire who goes hunting for other vampires! Hell, I wasn’t expecting vampires at all.”
“I don’t blame you.” Angel looked serious. “But now you have to decide what to do.” He stood up and went back to the door. “It’s up to you,” he said as he slid the door open.
Booker nodded as he left the apartment. He knew what Angel meant.
He had solved his case. Kate had wanted him to find out what Angel’s secret was and he had found it. Angel was a vampire. Now all he had to do was tell her and the case would be over. He and Kate would take their relationship to wherever it was meant to go from there.
And somehow, he was not sure that he could bring himself to do it. Angel was a private investigator, just like him. According to everyone who he had talked to, Angel was a very good private investigator on top of that. He may be a monster, but apparently he was on the good side.
Angel was not going to hurt Kate. For the most part, she seemed to trust him. If Booker told her what Angel was, it would destroy that trust. Not to mention the fact that she would think Booker was crazy.
By the time Booker had reached his place, he knew the answer to his last question. He picked up the cordless phone from his kitchen counter and dialed.
“Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless,” Cordelia answered.
“It’s Dennis Booker,” he said.
“Oh,” she snapped. “It’s you.”
“Don’t hang up,” he said. “Just tell Angel that I won’t say a word.”
Cordelia sighed wearily. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
Booker smirked. “Just tell him. He’ll know.” He hung up before she could answer.