Bella Morrison-McConnell (ciao__bella) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-09-23 13:52:00 |
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Current location: | The Van Warren house |
Current mood: | flirty |
Entry tags: | bella mcconnell, lucy van warren, place: la, ~damien king |
Watch This
Who: Damien, Bella and Lucy
Where: The Van Warren house
When: Tuesday night (September 22)
Damien King felt mildly uncomfortable. Which, to those rare few who actually knew the real him, was rare. He was a confident, strong young man, powerful in his abilities and sharp of wit and mind. But today he was meeting his first charge, the first Slayer he'd ever oversee. And so... today? He was uncomfortable. Standing outside of the Van Warren household, Damien wore a black, pinstriped three-piece Armani suit, without the tie. Reaching over, the young watcher rang the doorbell, waiting to meet his Slayer.
"I GOT IT!!!" Lucy Van Warren's voice - although not as strong as her brother's, by far - was known to carry all through the house when she wanted it to. She practically flew down the stairs, her blonde hair waving out behind her like a banner, still dressed in the Prada mini-dress that she'd (stolen from Chloe) worn to school. Was she expecting someone? Maybe! It could have been Ash...or Cassie...or any number of her adoring fans who wanted to see her. Yeah, right. Actually, she was hoping it was Ash, but when she opened the door, her shoulders slumped in disappointment. Definitely wasn't the guy she wanted to see. She turned to call for Chloe, but then swiveled back to eye the guy up and down. That suit was designer and she knew it. Definitely not some cheap knock-off. Hm. "Can I help you?"
Oh good lord. "Are you... Bella Morrison-McConnell?" He asked, only a slight tinge of 'please god NO' in his voice. Cute girl... but this bubbly thing as a Slayer could only lead to heartache for all involved.
Lucy's brows rose and she whistled lowly. "Man, she knows how to pick 'em." Without even really giving him a straight answer, she turned. "BELLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Still standing in the doorway, she flashed the guy a smile. "Wait." Her smile faltered. "Do you even know Bella?" Obviously not, if he thought she might be her. "Who are - "
"Yeah?" Bella had almost magically appeared behind Lucy. God, you could hear that voice all the way down by the Mexicali border. She'd just gotten out of the shower and her dark hair was still damp as it hung in wild, wet waves around her face. Literally, she'd only had time to pull on the first thing she could reach on the stack of clothes Chloe had loaned her, which turned out to be a pair of fitted Armani jeans and a black silk and lace camisole. Staring past Lucy, she eyed the guy on the other side of the threshold and arched a brow.
"You must be Bella." He gave her his most professional smile, which still came off rather rogue, and Han-Solo-ish. At least he knew everyone in the house was on the up-and-up. "My name is Damien King. I'm your watcher."
"Oh snap."
Bella glanced at Lucy and bit back a grin. "Don't you have some ice cream calling your name or something?" The younger girl - only, she wasn't technically younger, was she? - got the hint and Bella turned her attention to the man standing there. Damien King. Her new Watcher. "You're young," she said, her gaze coolly appraising him. "Trained?" she inquired.
"Depends on your meaning." He said, his voice all British and refined.. yet the twinkle in his eyes that of someone not afraid to get a little... UNrefined. "As a watcher? Quite, I'm afraid. As a fighter? I think you'll find I have more than enough experience to keep you occupied."
Her fingers curled around the doorknob and she leaned her hip against the edge of the frame. No, she wasn't letting him in quite yet. "Occupied?" Bella echoed. She couldn't stop the slow smile this time. "I don't need a babysitter. I need someone who'll make me better than I already am. So if you think you've got what it takes...." She stepped back out of the way, but her gaze never left his. Cocky? Maybe. But she had the skill to back it up. What she needed was guidance. And someone who wasn't afraid to take a hands-on approach.
"I may be... lacking when it comes to teaching you about vampires and demons..." He grinned, offering a hand to her in greeting. "But I think you'll find me a font of knowledge when it comes to kicking their asses." Well... if nothing else, she was certainly quite a knockout in more ways than one.
Her slender hand was warm in his and, really, who would have imagined this girl was some kind of super mix of Slayer genes? She looked delicate. Or, as Chloe's friend Rachelle had called her, like Malibu Barbie. Just without the fake, bleached blonde hair. Then again, he didn't strike her as the Watcher type, either. Not that she could remember her own Watcher. Didn't matter now though, right? "I look forward to you showing me what you've got."
Right now, Damien found himself torn between wanting to thank Mr. Giles for such an eager student and punching him for assigning him to such a gorgeous girl. "I'm sure we'll make quite the team, my dear."
"I'm sure," Bella agreed, slipping her hand free. "So when do you want to get started? Honestly, I've kind of been staying away from the basement of the Sugar Shack." Maybe it didn't make much sense since she was working there now, but there was a difference between making coffee and training next to people who'd look at her and think of Ami. "You've been informed about...that whole situation?"
"I have." He smiled, knowing she must still be smarting from all of it. "Look. I never knew Ami, ok? So, no comparisons here. Clean slate here, for both of us. As for the Sugar Shack... no worries. Mr. Giles is almost done getting us a real HQ to work out of."
"Yeah. Not sure that's going to change anything, but good to know." At least she didn't have to worry about HIM thinking about Ami, so that was a plus. She really was dreading running into this Andrew guy. "But like I said. When do you want to get started?"
He looked into her eyes, trying his best to remain professional, not flirt. "Is tomorrow morning alright?" He handed her a small business card. "My address is on here. We can practice there, so that you can avoid the others for now, if you like."
She took the card between her fingers, but didn't look down at it. Her gaze remained on his and she quirked a brow again. "At your home? Well," she drawled, "I do hope you're fully equipped."
Oh. Oh damn. She was even adding the innuendo already. Fuck. He managed to keep that same expression, even if his eyes didn't quite hold up the charade. "I think you'll find my... equipment adequate."
"I prefer top-of-the-line...but I guess adequate'll do in a pinch." She held his gaze - pointedly - for just a second longer before she grinned and tan her fingers through the cool, smooth strands of her damp hair. "I'll be there. Bright and early."
Recovering quickly, he smiled to her, then gave Lucy a polite bow. "Then... I suppose I'll be heading out. Sorry for disturbing you ladies."
Lucy had indeed returned, a bowl of ice cream in hand. She'd just stuffed the spoon in her mouth when he bowed and she squeaked, embarrassed that she'd interrupted them and...well...really not sure what to do about a guy bowing to her. Was she supposed to curtsy now?!?
Bella glanced over her shoulder and just shook her head. "Catch you in the morning, Mr. King. Be ready for me." Her grin widened playfully and she looked him up and down again. No, he didn't look like her idea of a Watcher...but this could be interesting.