Angel - City of Fear

I'm one of dah good ones!

 The scene begins in an old house; inside a living room. There aren’t any mirrors around. Angel sat on a dark couch. Doyle had a vision recently, but, whatever he had seen hadn’t happened yet. There wasn’t a smashed window, flipped chairs, curled wallpaper, or a dead body. It made Angel wonder if he was in the right house.

  It’s actually daylight outside so one can believe Angel used the underground sewers (as usual) to get here.

 The nice woman (Who owns the house), Beckett Rivers, came into the living room holding a sheet of paper.

 “Hello Angel,” Beckett reaches her hand out. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Angel shook her hand.

 “How do you know?” Angel asks, as their handshake ended.

  Beckett turns away from Angel and went to the bar-counter that was built into the side of the living room.

  “I have a friend who’s in the acting business.” Beckett explains, as she fills up a glass with wine. She takes a depressing pill. Beckett took a sip from the glass gulping down her depressing pill. 

   She puts the paper on the counter, making a face from the wine.

“Carrie…No…Cordy!” Beckett waves her hand.  She shook her Head. “Oh ,no, thats Cordelia.”  SHE nervously laughs, saying “I never met a bright, bubbly woman like her.”

  “She keeps up that up for her auditions, “ Angel adds. “Not just for others.”

 Beckett shook her head.

 “She was so happy.” Beckett continues. “About your private investigation agency; it deals with supernatural and all…”

 “Um, what exactly did she tell you?” Angel asks, grabbing the arm of this chair.

 “Doyle being half Demon and all, Cordelia working for you, Wesley being a demon hunter…” Beckett puts down her drink.  “But I haven’t told anyone.” She makes the shape of a double cross on her chest. “Your secret is safe with me.”

Angel taps his fingers together.

“I know this could be bazaar…” Beckett said, turning away from the counter.

 The glass lifts up; not by someone. But the logical conclusion is by something.

“But; do you happen…” Beckett clears her throat. “To take cases with ghosts?” Her eyes pleaded for some help.

Angel saw several cups hovering right behind Beckett’s head.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Beckett asks, curious by Angel’s odd behavior. When Beckett turns left towards a piano, the floating glare ware did the same (but hid behind her head); the not quite yet married woman has a birthmark that’s the shape of Maryland on her revealed shoulder.

“I’m thinking.” Angel lied.

    Beckett turns her head towards Angel, putting a finger on a piano’s key.

“You don’t have a pondering look.” Beckett said, as the cups went behind her head.  She presses a soft note on the piano key. “Are you a unisex?”

   Angel didn’t seem to be happy about this question.

“I am not a unisex.” 

….Angel Investigations…

      ….That same morning…

“Since when do objects get possessed?” Cordelia asks, a bit confused. “Because if I am doing an audition. I don’t want to be chased by a prop for no reason. Is this rare? Is this very common?” Cordelia was making more than required questions to Doyle, after Doyle had told her about the vision he had. A recent one about glass hiding behind Beckett’s head.