Contacting the Management
Nov 5, 2008 22:44:08 GMT -5
Post by Aziraphale on Nov 5, 2008 22:44:08 GMT -5
*Aziraphale stared at the telephone on his desk for a full five minutes, hoping that the phone would melt or someone else would call or that he'd be struck by lighting. Anything, rather than having to pick up and dial. When nothing extraordinary came out of the blue to rescue him, he held the receiver to his ear as if it would explode, and dialed.*
"Aziraphale," *came a booming voice, less than a second after he'd dialed the last number.*
"Oh. Oh- Hello. I was, er, just wondering-" *It wasn't a voice he recognized.*
"We know what this is about, Aziraphale. Someone tipped off your boy a week or so ago."
*Aziraphale's heart sank. Then it was as serious as he'd feared. He'd always worried about something like this, yes, but no one had said anything for more than a year. He'd assumed he was safely forgotten.*
"Er, yes."
"Then you know the gravity of your situation."
"I don't think-"
"An affair, sprouted from lust and envy. Sexual congress with a vampire countless times, with no attempt to save his immortal soul. He is a vain, Godless, selfish creature, damned to hell for what he is. Can you explain yourself?"
"I love him." *Aziraphale managed to say, his voice tiny.*
"Mm." *It sounded unimpressed.* "You will be sent for for a trial at the earliest possible date," *it informed him.*
*He made a small noise to show he understood.*
"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, Aziraphale. This is no laughing matter. You could Fall for this."
*He made an even smaller noise, his face drained of all color.*
"Goodbye."
*The line went dead, and slowly, numbly, he set down the receiver and sank into the chair. This was bad. This was very very very bad.*
"Aziraphale," *came a booming voice, less than a second after he'd dialed the last number.*
"Oh. Oh- Hello. I was, er, just wondering-" *It wasn't a voice he recognized.*
"We know what this is about, Aziraphale. Someone tipped off your boy a week or so ago."
*Aziraphale's heart sank. Then it was as serious as he'd feared. He'd always worried about something like this, yes, but no one had said anything for more than a year. He'd assumed he was safely forgotten.*
"Er, yes."
"Then you know the gravity of your situation."
"I don't think-"
"An affair, sprouted from lust and envy. Sexual congress with a vampire countless times, with no attempt to save his immortal soul. He is a vain, Godless, selfish creature, damned to hell for what he is. Can you explain yourself?"
"I love him." *Aziraphale managed to say, his voice tiny.*
"Mm." *It sounded unimpressed.* "You will be sent for for a trial at the earliest possible date," *it informed him.*
*He made a small noise to show he understood.*
"I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into, Aziraphale. This is no laughing matter. You could Fall for this."
*He made an even smaller noise, his face drained of all color.*
"Goodbye."
*The line went dead, and slowly, numbly, he set down the receiver and sank into the chair. This was bad. This was very very very bad.*