Okay, so here goes. Chapter numero two. I had some issues finding the webcomic for reference, as it would seem my anti-virus disapproves of it heavily, but I was able to mostly find the pages through google and deviantart.

The dialogues in this chapter are nearly all from the webcomic, but with Hanna's thoughts and feelings added (or what I think and feel his thoughts and feelings would be).

Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans. – Allen Saunders

Hanna's POV

Knock knock knock knock bang.

Hanna looked away from his green companion towards where it sounded like someone was trying to knock his door down. "Falk? You in there? Ya got someone lookin' for ya." Shit, I know that voice…. Hanna felt a tick forming on his face as he stared in abject terror towards the door.

"Mrs. Blaney?!" He asked, hoping against all hope that he was wrong. Hanna had no desire to face his landlady today.

"The one and only." Well damn, there went that hope. "Open up, Falk. This little morsel can't seem to keep his hands off me…" And indignant squawk followed that last remark, reminding Hanna of the reason his accursed landlady was there.

"Falk is… you?" Asked Gabriel, glancing towards the door. If he understood the horror of who was behind said door, he didn't show it. Then again, Hanna mused, his face might be stuck like that…

"Err, yes. My, um, middle name…" He muttered uncomfortably, shuffling towards the door. "Coming!" Taking a deep breath, Hanna opened the door and attempted to rearrange his face into a pleasant smile. He was vaguely aware of Mrs. Blaney saying something mildly inappropriate but found himself distracted by the poor soul she was dragging behind her. Hanna wasn't sure what to think of the bloodied and bruised character before him. The clothes he was wearing looked expensive and he didn't look like the sort to get into fights, and yet here he was; bleeding on the stained carpet with the most beautiful black eye* Hanna had ever seen.

"Uhh. Thanks Mrs. Blaney" He mumbled when he became aware of the silence, thankful that the terrifyingly hateful glare of the battered man was not being directed at himself. The guy sure can glare.

After a brief conversation, if it can be called that, between Mrs. Blaney and the man, in which Mrs. Blaney made many inappropriate comments and Hanna imagined he could see what remained of the man's decidedly small amount of patience crumble away, Mrs. Blaney finally made to leave. By this point the man was practically having a hissy fit in Hanna's living room/kitchen/bedroom/study. As the man began muttering to himself Hanna guiltily twiddled his thumbs. Why he felt guilty he didn't know, it wasn't as if he could control the horror that was Mrs. Blaney, but he still felt bad that another human being had had to experience her on his behalf.

"Errr, sorry." He supplied feebly, putting on his best puppy dog expression.

"I'd almost rather be back with the vampires." It was an offhand comment, and for a second Hanna was sure he had misheard, but when that feeling had passed a look of such utter delight passed over his face that those observing would later swear he even glowed.

"Vampires! Are they still here?!" After that, Hanna was a flurry of excitement as he asked question after question. To say his client was startled would be an understatement; the man looked positively terrified. Of course, meeting Gabriel probably didn't help, but he had seemed to recover quickly; like, only the occasional glance.

As the man described the vampire, however, Hanna began to have his doubts. Small, round, furry… Hanna could only think of one thing that fit the description:

"Are you sure you weren't attacked by an angry kitten? It's uh… a common mixup."

"He was in bat form!"

A bat!? Hanna was no expert, but he knew what a vampire bat looked like and they were not nearly as scary as the human form. It was the form they took when they wanted to hide, after all. Before he could help himself, Hanna laughed.

"Are you laughing?!"

"No… hehe"

"Sure. Whatever. So you gonna help me or not?"

"Well, our prices start at a flat fee of…"

"I don't care how much it costs." The dejected slump of the man's shoulders served to support this. He looked like the dictionary definition of desperate*.

"Sweetest thing a man has ever said to me!" Hanna gave a 200 Watt grin before darting around the flat in a mad dash to collect his tools.

Turning to Gabriel, the client sighed. "You're his partner, right? Is this gonna be okay? He seems pretty out of it to me…"

Gabriel paused for a moment, as though contemplating his answer. "Mr. …?"

"Achenleck. Conrad Achenleck" Conrad held out his hand awkwardly, as though it was an automatic response for a handshake and not because he actually wanted one.

Gabriel simply looked down and decided to grant Conrad the kindness of not shaking his hand.

"Well then, Mr Achenleck, I don't want to lie to you. I don't know what to expect either." This stark honesty did nothing to assure Conrad, who had started chewing on his lip. However, Hanna, who had overheard this exchange, decided to try put the man at ease.

"Don't worry Conrad my man, It's gonna be awesome!"

Chapter 2, finished.

*I wonder if 'the most beautiful black eye' seemed odd to non-British readers. In parts of the UK we refer to a black eye as a 'shiner' and people will often compliment you on the 'beauty' of any black eye you have had the misfortune of acquiring. The more painful/dark looking, the more beautiful :P (A bit mean, no?)

*In case you were wondering, here's the dictionary definition of desperate: feeling or showing a hopeless sense that a situation is so bad as to be impossible to deal with. Antonym(s): Conrad Achenleck (Okay, I made that bit up)

Hopefully you enjoyed this chapter. I'll try to update pretty regularly, but I have exams and lab reports due at uni soon so I won't have a lot of free time for the next month (even over Christmas T.T), sorry.

Please review, it would really help me. I'll even give you some brownies! (I suck at baking cookies).

Cheers m'dears.

Kiwi xx