The Parent Trap: Unconventional Parents: Chapter 1 - The Man Within the Shadows
by Heavensent07
A mysterious figure lurked in the shadows as a woman cursing to herself walked down the deserted alley. They watched her go by without flinching a muscle. *Not Her. This is the biggest waste of my Monday night since I'm not even getting paid for this one.* The figure thought as they waited quietly.

Another woman, more plump stepped into the alley and the figure's face lit up, not that anyone could see for they were stealthfully hidden by the dimlit corner.

All of a sudden the figure burst out from the shadows and lept in front of the mortified passerby.
"BLOODY 'ELL!" She screamed as a tall, dark, and relatively broody man appeared before her.
"I am so incredibly sorry Ma'am, but I'm an attorney with Wolfram & Hart...my name's Angel." The man said, giving a dashing smile, the woman returned the smile and gave a sigh of relief.
"I thought you were me bleedin' 'usband coming back from the grave, the way you came at mey like that. 'Ows about you nevur do it agane." Angel cringed at her cockney accent. No refined "lady" would talk like that.

Since he had gotten his soul, he had been working for this company. It seems that they have been around since the dawn of time, but not quite as high-tech as they are today. He has been with them for more than 50 years now, and they have treated him fairly. Granted, he can't be redeemed for all eternity working at a place that defends the worst criminals of all time, but here at the London office, the second largest only to LA's branch, they specialize in "Helping the Hopeless", a slogan only Angel himself could think up, 25 years ago.

It had been years since he had run into a client that he really counted stand, and Mrs. Brushire was definitely one of them. He had only just met this woman and he could tell in an instant she was going to be a nuisance.

"Again, I'm very sorry that I startled you. At Wolfram & Hart we only aim to please." He said in his overly chipper tone, which he whips out for special clients, such as Mrs. Brushire. "Your file said that you had felt like you were being stalked by your husband, who has been dead for 15 years, is this correct?"

"You're damn right it's correct, you stupid bloke. I wouldn't be sayin' it if he hadn't been." Mrs. Brushire snapped back at him, buttoning her coat, as it was getting chillier by the minute.

"Yes, well, I was actually contacting you to make an appointment with me for next Thursday, is that alright with you?" Angel said casually, though inside he was screaming to be saved for this hellish job that sadly enough...he loved.

"Next thursday, eh? That sounds about right ta mey. Around teatime, eh? I want fresh tea at this lil' meeting. You will get me fresh tea, won't you...uh, Mr. Angel." She smiled again, and as they were closer to a streetlamp now, Angel could see her rotted teeth gleaming in the light.

Distracted, he responded, "Oh uh, yes fresh teeth...OH! I mean, tea, will be served hot and...fresh. Just for you, Mrs. Brushire. Be careful, and I will see you Thursday." With that, Angel disappeared into the alley, towards the direction of home.

Home was in an apartment building near the outskirts of London; a few miles from Cambridge University, which he visited occasionally for the extra care to children of special clients whom he personally took care of.

Angel walked in, turned on the light, walked over the refridgerator and took out blood, pouring it into a cup. He sighed and took a seat in the living room. He sat like that for at least 15 minutes, sipping on the blood, and thinking on the past couple of years. As a vampire, and living life alone since getting his soul back, he felt even more empty now than ever. For the first 25 years or so of working at Wolfram & Hart, he had work to fall back on when he was starting to feel broody, but now...with hatred growing for more and more clients, Angel was starting to feel that even his job couldn't feel the emptiness in his cold chest. His heart wasn't beating, that was true, but he could still love. And right now, more than ever, he wanted someone to love.

He sighed again as he took off his suit in the bedroom and got into the bed. He laid there for a couple of minutes until drifting off into a deep slumber, where he dreamed about life and death, and a woman...that would love him, even if he couldn't satisy ALL of her needs.

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