An interview with Fane Anghelescu

I will admit it. I was as nervous as hell at the prospect of interviewing Fane Anghelescu, the Alpha of the Anghelescu Hellhounds. I mean, he’s a Hellhound for crying out loud. They are seriously bad guys in just about every book that features Hellhounds, and I was going to interview the Pack Alpha? I must have been tripping when I agreed to that one.

The inspiration behind the ‘look’ of Fane Anghelescu

Must calm down, I thought to myself as I pulled up outside of Chain & Sprocket. As a concession, he had agreed that the interview could take place in his office at the workshop. That was a concession? It could have been loaded with stereotypes: dirt, grease, tough and scary bikers, not to mention the other members of his Pack. Instead, the place was almost surgically clean, the floor scoured. The door opened into a showroom of sorts, with the British classic bikes on display, each one lovingly surrounded by a protective rope. Perish the thought that anyone might touch them, clearly. Pride of place went to a Vincent, and I had to admit to drooling over this thing of beauty. This was THAT BIKE, the one that Fane’s former Queen had given him when he had first become Alpha. It seemed strange in some respects that he had kept it, but then again, it was a thing of beauty … Did I mention that I was nearly drooling?

Approaching the counter, I was met by the smiling visage of Bhavita, herself almost a myth. This was the woman whom Fane had hired as the business’ desk jockey, at the time when he was a confirmed hater of humans. She was the face of the business. She had stood up to some fairly formidable individuals. Fiercely loyal to her employer, she had been responsible for his changing attitude to humans. According to all the books, Hellhounds see humans as little more than a food source; they are prey, and little more than that. Yet this individual had changed that, at least as far as Fane was concerned.

The question was would I meet the human hater, or would I meet the reformed Hellhound?

I had been asked to submit a list of the questions I wished to ask. No problem there, but what I didn’t know was which questions off my list he would deign to answer. And make no mistake, when Bhavita showed me through to his office, ‘deign’ was the correct word. Standing 6ft 7in tall, dressed casually in leather trousers, bike boots and a grey cotton t-shirt, there was no doubt about him being an Alpha. I could not help but wonder how anyone might be deluded into thinking that he was subservient to anyone, even if she was a former Queen of Hell. Well, let the fun and games begin.

The grin was all predator as he waved me to a chair. Bhavita shut the door behind her. To my surprise, Fane made me a cup of coffee. He didn’t bother asking how I took my coffee. It was a case of drink what you are given and be glad of it. Just as well I drank black coffee then. Taking a seat, he stretched his legs out in front of himself. That’ll be a 33″ or 34″ inside leg easily, I thought. He had a half smile on his face. He knew I was nervous. Damn him. Okay, I could do this. I have been in sales for nearly 20 years. Asking questions is my job. Eliciting information is my job. So, how bad could this be?

“I hope you brought your list of questions with you.” Damn, even his voice rippled with the sort of power that made it clear that he was the boss, the one in control. “Unsurprisingly, I won’t be answering them all.” He gave a bark of laughter. “You honestly expected to ask me if I believed in God?” He shook his head, clearly thinking that I had given an excellent example of the idiocy of the human species. “I am a Hellhound, or did you forget that little detail? Your Christian ideal of God is nothing, a neophyte in comparison to those with whom I must interact.” He took a sip from his own mug of coffee. “So, you may ask your questions. I will tell you if it is one I have chosen to answer.” A raised brow was all the indication he gave of his readiness.

TO BE CONTINUED