+MAIN+ PROFILE+ STORY+ ALBUM+ HUNTED+ ANGEL+ SHOPPE+ LINKS+
Story
+ Angel Hunt +
Just One of Those Days
Part 02
He’s suffering from a hangover, he realizes soon enough, punishment he’s sure for the events of the night before that’s starting to come back with annoying clarity. The pain bashes against his aching temples steadily and with it comes a stream of regret and irritation for what had come to pass when he’d found himself face to face with something he’s currently wishing he’d never had the misfortune enough to meet...
“Go the fuck away” Fanuel sneers, his belligerence only widening the smile gracing ruby lips that he already wants to wipe clean with something very sharp and pointy. He doesn’t care how familiar this woman smells, he came to this club to drown out his general irritation for the world and a long overdue breakup, not to have his entire night fucked by being subjected to the presence of some scantily clad whore with dirty red eyes.
“Not a chance sugar” the woman chimes, her crimson gaze twinkling despite the dimness of the bar’s overhead light. “I’ve been waiting for someone like you to come along for months and I’m not about to let my new catch go now.”
“First,” the Higher starts as he finally turns his seeing eye towards the figure at his side, the irritation in his tone growing increasingly clear. “I’m not your god damned ‘catch’ so you can get that shit out of your head right now” sneering, Fanuel throws back to down the contents of the shot glass in his hand before he slams the emptied crystal onto the countertop, pushing his barstool away from the bar itself a moment later. “Second, I’m not in the mood to deal with some bitch that reeks of Demon filth at all. Normally I’d be kicking your ass into the next year already but since you bought me a drink, I’m going to do you a favor and walk away instead.” Rising from his chair, the white haired man takes a step back, his snowy gaze never leaving red while a single hand reaches up to flip long strands dismissively away from his face. “Come at me again though and I won’t be so generous, so take the hint and piss off before you get hurt...”
With a snort, he turns to leave only to have the petite figure’s hand dart out to grasp at his wrist, stopping him instantly in his tracks. The snap her touch causes is near audible even in the surrounding noise of the club and he yanks his hand away, pulling back on instinct to send a fist flying for the woman’s face. Before the Angel’s punch contacts however, lacquered nails flicker out in a movement he can barely follow, catching his fist with a grip that’s unbelievably strong.
“Oh no, doll…” she practically coos as she stares up, her entire demeanor nothing but casual. “We’re playing my game tonight so I think I’ll be staying.” She smirks.
Before Fanuel has time to react to her words, she tightens her hold hard enough to cause him to wince before yanking him down to her level, her free hand slipping up to wrap around pristine leathers to pull him in far too close. Twisting her head to the side, a long tongue slips out and she licks from a jaw line riddled with scars up, stopping only when she’s reached the tall man’s ear. Nipping playfully in a way that makes him cringe, heated breath spills against warm skin as she pitches her words just loud enough to carry above the thumping bass of the music reverberating throughout. “So let’s play.”
A second later she pushes away from her barstool and spins, swinging the Angel right along with her before letting go to send him flying. Dancers and club goers alike scatter as he crashes onto the dance floor, his lithe frame skidding to a halt just a few feet in. Red heels click against sticky tile as the petite woman simply hops down from the bar’s platform and begins striding casually towards the fallen man even as he’s working to push his dazed body up.
“What…” the Angel coughs as he attempts to regain the breath nearly stolen from him on impact and with a little difficulty, he manages to peel his back free of the floor. Sitting slowly up, he finds the smile painting the woman’s lips growing ever wider as she continues to step casually closer to where he lays. “…in the hell do you want you crazy bitch?!” Whatever it is she wants, whoever she happens to be, she’s strong as all fuck. He wasn’t expecting that at all.
God dammit… he is not fucking drunk enough to be dealing with this kind of bullshit.
“I just want to play, sugar” she grins as she comes to a halt before him, completely ignoring the people that surround and the bouncers that are winding their way towards them both. “With you specifically. I’ve been bored for a little too long and I just know you’re going to break up the monotony, so try not to disappoint me okay?”
“Fuck you” Fanuel practically spits as he finally regains his breath. “I’m not here for your damned entertainment value”
“Then why are you here dollface?” she smiles slyly as she slinks down into a near squat, flashing quite shamelessly the bare skin beneath her dress in a way that causes him to sneer in disgust. “That pretty little dragon of yours no longer doing it for you?” her eyes narrow when his widen, the delight in her features to his surprise rather clear. “Or is it that a certain white haired Demon of ours refuses to let you go back home so you can see the one you love… hmm?”
Without even a thought lent to his actions, the Higher suddenly swipes out in an attempt to shut her up, pulling laughter from ruby lips as she simply arches fluidly back to avoid his blow. Mother fucker, she’s been in his head. He didn’t even feel her in there so what in the hell is going on? What in the fuck is she?
Swearing to himself when he misses, Fanuel pushes his body swiftly up at the exact same time she does, the shouts of the club’s security ignored as he lunges for her all over again. Each step forward is deftly avoided with ease; his movements faster than the surrounding patrons can follow yet hers somehow faster. From behind the pair, two men run up with arms outstretched with intent to subdue the commotion but before they can make any contact, the tall Angel simply spins back and knocks them away with barely a pause given to his momentum. His swings resume even as cries ring out when the bouncers crash into the clamoring crowd, blow after blow avoided as he continues to push the petite figure across the dance floor while people scamper to get clear with every new hit tried. With a frustrated growl after he’s unable to find purchase, Fanuel finally throws his hand out to summon his weapon with intent on ending the confrontation in the best way he knows how. As his shining silver glaive begins to take form in his grip, the dark haired woman simply narrows her flawed gaze and flashes him a rather wicked grin in response.
“Ohh, no hon” the woman starts as her hand slips quickly up and with a single snap of long fingers, the solidifying scrollwork weapon fades instantly from view, his summons interrupted to leave the Higher a little lost in momentarily surprise. “There’s no need to take it that far now is there?” she chuckles as the white of the Angel’s seeing eye can only stare at his empty palm in shock. “Surely a big strong boy like yourself can take on a little girl like me with his bare hands… ”
Snapping his snowy gaze up at her taunting words, he swears under his breath before spinning to kick the smug look from her face and in one fluid shift, she simply ducks down to avoid the blow before twirling up behind him and reaching out to latch onto the back of his coat. With a hard yank, she tears the Angel’s feet away from the floor and turns to toss him in the movement, sending his lithe frame crashing into the DJ stand at the far end of the light spattered room. With an involuntary cry as he impacts, the equipment collapses beneath him and sends him crashing heavily down. The blaring music comes to an abrupt stop as shattered bits of electronics roll every which way while the DJ scrambles back to escape, the cries and yells of the scattering patrons now the only noises echoing loudly throughout. Coughing harshly, Fanuel has no time to collect himself before his ankle is grabbed and he’s dragged free of the crumpled wreckage, his body streaking to a halt just a few feet away.
He grunts loudly as his tormentor suddenly plops her shapely form down hard onto his prone frame, lacquered tipped nails clicking against the tile just beneath his head. Black strands slip over narrow shoulders as she leans down, his pained gaze opening to find flawed crimson as she slides her face in far too close to his. “Come now sugar…” She purrs while brushing ruby painted lips along his mouth, grinning in amusement as he attempts to turn away. “I’d expect a little more from one of my Uncle’s pretty toys, especially the one he’s deemed as his ‘champion’… don’t tell me you’re defeated already, I was just starting to enjoy myself…” she pouts but makes no movement to pull away, simply continuing to brush her lips against his.
Uncle? Toys? What in the fuck is this bitch talking about? Christ… this shit just went from irritating to god damned strange and he doesn’t know what to make of any of it. And then practically out of nowhere, it hits him -the entire reason she smells so familiar clicking into clarity with alarming speed. Not only does she carry that odd stink of something akin to that white haired filth sleeping with his brother, she smells a little like that creepy bastard that made him what he currently is -the very same one who claimed to be his God. Is this what she means by Uncle? Is this why she’s so fucking strong?
Fanuel’s teeth grit in anger, he’s had enough. Ever since he and his brother’s trial he’s been played in one way or another and he’s finally reaching his boiling point. All he wanted was to have one single moment to drown himself in drink, a little peace and quiet after all the crap he’s been put through time and time again. He’s done with this bullshit and more than done with this ‘game’ so in one way or another, he’s going to end it right now. He’s no one’s catch and he’s certainly not a god damned toy.
It’s about fucking time he showed this freak exactly that.
With new determination and a sudden swift movement as his captor continues to tease from above, the Angel swings his arm up and manages to catch her off guard by landing a punch right into the side of her head. With a small yelp as his fist impacts, the petite figure flies back and lands on her PVC covered ass just a few feet away from where he lies, her body thumping hard against the color splashed tiled floor below.
Now freed the white haired man picks himself up and slides a little heavily onto his creeper clad feet, taking a moment to brush at his leathers before offering the fallen woman a sneer. “I’m not that easy to beat you dumb bitch, and I’m not here for your ‘fun’…” flawed crimson slide up to find the Higher’s snow tinted gaze, the surprise tainting her face there for only a moment before a gleeful look lights her pretty features entirely up. “Now why don’t you get the fuck up so I can kick your ass to Hell where it belongs?”
“Oh… sugar,” she grins as she moves to push her curvy frame away from the floor, straightening to face her taller counterpart. “I just knew you wouldn’t disappoint…” lacquer tipped nails slip up and she motions towards him, the happiness flickering through her eyes bordering on insane. “Come to momma, pretty boy, it’s time to play for real.”
And that was that, the Angel groans as he shifts uncomfortably in the bed, the cuts and bruises he’d suffered long since healed despite the hangover that continues to linger.
He’d been pretty damn unsuccessful in getting that woman off him. Their fight ended up destroying half the club itself before those stupid humans tried to insert themselves in again and she’d been so wound up that she simply began destroying them instead. It was like watching a bunch of mice going up against a lion and if he hadn’t been so taken aback by her presence in general, he’d probably have joined her slaughter just to blow off the fucking steam. Instead he’d taken the window those assholes had given him and took off… unfortunately though he didn’t make it very far. He’d gotten only a few blocks away before she caught up to him, popped out of thin air like she’d been there all along before whisking him off to god knows where. Somehow they’d ended up in another bar and even now in the morning after he has no fucking idea how she managed to rope him in -but once the drinking started up again, it never did stop. There was a short bout of half assed fighting that took place for a while after, but the momentum of it quickly bled away once he was good and liquored which he’s pretty sure is what inevitably led him to where he is now.
And that happens to be…
Out of nowhere a loud pop resonates into the otherwise still morning air and a moment later a small hand grips a muscular shoulder and Fanuel is flipped onto his back. A pained grunt escapes full lips as Saiyuri slams her petite frame against his, long legs straddling his own and the entire bed bouncing in the movement’s wake.
“Good morning sleepyhead” She chimes happily as she stares down, painted nails trickling teasingly over the well built chest beneath her fingers. “Don’t you just look… delicious”
Reaching up, the Higher attempts to push her away only to find his try as futile as those of the night before and soon he simply gives up, slumping back against the soft cushion below while her hands continue to play over his bare skin. He’s snapped back to attention the moment her fingers find their way to the blanket line though, nail tips inching the heavy fabric down to reveal his naked form before he manages to grab onto it and yank it back up, causing her to laugh in amusement. “I’d really hoped you were a bad fucking dream, god dammit…” he rasps as he holds the comforter against him like a shield, every word said causing the pain thumping between his temples to spike hard.
Chuckling and leaning down, Saiyuri’s hands tap against the polished wood headboard just above his head and ample breasts press purposefully against his body as she slides her face in close to his, the unimpressed look she’s given in response only widening the playful smile gracing her lips further. “Aw sugar, with an attitude like that I can tell already that you and I are going to get along just beautifully…” tracing away from his mouth and sliding over scarred features, she stops only to whisper into his ear. “…my sweet little Angel…”
Son of a bitch, Fanuel frowns as his tired white gaze closes against her irritating teasing, subdued for the time being by his hangover and reluctantly accepting that this will end up being just another one of those days...