David Tennant one shots

Peter Vincent

          A/N: Ok so, at the time I wrote this, I thought it was alright so I posted it but looking back and rereading it, that shit was the most horrible thing I've ever wrote. I feel as if this past year i've grown as a writer so I rewrote it. I kept most of the plot and dialogue but I made it sound better and added and changed little things here and there so If you've already read it you dont have to read it again but I could not leave it in the state it was in. Enjoy!

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       F/C: Favorite color.

    Sighing, you continued to fix your makeup with shaky hands in the mirror of your car. You were getting ready for a job interview and your nerves were all out of whack. The job interview was for the assistant position of Peter Vincent.

   Apparently he was a celebrity, but   you had never heard of the guy although you really didn't get out much. So of course, as any normal person would, you did some research on him the night before and turns out he some kind of vampire freak or some shit. Ethier way he did shows in Vegas and the job paid pretty decently.

   All in all, you just really hoped you got this job, as much as you didn't want to be an assistant, you really needed the money. Your last job didn't work out so well because in your head, the costumer wasn't always right.

   Now finished with your makeup you slid out of your car and walked into the building where the interview was being held.

  Inside the pristine lobby, the floor was a white marble, so polished you could see your reflection with a huge chandelier in the middle of the beautiful room and underneath it there was a perky, preppy, blonde woman sitting at a big wooden desk. You walked up to the desk, your heels clicking behind you with confidence.

  The woman was middle aged and her blonde hair was tucked into a seemingly perfect bun. She looked up at you and smiled. "How may I help you?" she asked.

  "Uh, I'm here for the assistant job. Um for.. Mr. Vincent." You stammered nervously.

  She smiled with perfectly straight teeth as she said, "Well your a bit early, Hang on and I'll call Mr. Vincent." You smiled polietly again while she reached for the gray pen on her desk.

    She dialed the number, her perfectly manicured nails clicking the buttons, and pressed the phone to her ear.

     After it rang a couple times she started to click her pen to the rhythm until it stopped ringing and she spoke up with a delicate voice, "Hello Mr. Vincent, I have someone here for the assistants position." You tried to listen to what he said but the only thing you heard on his side of the conversation was a bit of indistinct words.

  "Oh, um, Yes I would say so." She said eyeing you up and down, making you more than a little self-conscious.

  You heard some more chatter on his end before she continued with, "Yes sir, i'm sending her up now." And she hung up the phone.

  "The elevator is that way," She directed, pointing to the modern elevator with her pen. "He's on floor 20, the last one." She said looking back down to her paperwork.

  "Thanks." You added and she nodded as you started walking to the elevator.

   The elevator dinged as you walked in and you clicked the button to floor 20. You sighed of relief as the doors shut and the elevator started to ascend. You hated job interviews. Hell, you hated talking to people. If anything, you really just wanted to just stay in a dark corner forever.