Why Come Back?

Ange de Spider.

Spider wakes on his couch. There is a note on the coffee table beside him.

'Hey, sorry I had to leave for work, give me a call sometime.' With a phone number written at the bottom.

"Guess it's for the best. I do have to prep for my new boss. I wonder what he has in store...."

The club is dim. The smell of sweat and alcohol is overbearingly strong.

Luke has his customer service smile on for the few people in the bar. He goes around into private booths to serve drinks. A familiar customer smiles and tips him, asking him to stay.

"Is there a particular reason why?" Luke questions, staying an arms-length away from the person.

"I have a guest coming. I'm unsure of their position on my offer." The man in the shadows says.

"You want me to be your bodyguard? Even after what happened last time?"

"No one could have known about her. I don't blame you for it. She fooled us all."

"Fine, when are they meant to arrive?" Luke looks at the money on the table.

"Twenty minutes." The man's grin couldn't be seen, but Luke felt it.

"I'll be back in ten," Luke whispers and leave the private booth, "Tu es en sécurité."

"Merci, mon ange." The man whispers back.

Luke goes to change his uniform. His usual red and black leather shorts with horns being stripped off and put away for the night.

Spider steps into the club as his eyes dart around hopelessly for Luke. Sadly, his friend is nowhere to be found.

"Guess he is at home." Spider mumbles to himself.

The music blasts loudly. The dancers seem unbothered, continuing as if nothing was unusual. The bass of the song makes the building shake lightly.

Spider approaches the third private booth and knocks twice. The door opens.

Inside, someone sits in the shadows. The seats are a velvety red with a black tiled floor.

"Bonjour, Spider." The man in the shadows speaks up.

"Hello, Sir." Spider responds. The man motions for him to sit, so he does.

"Mon ange." The man looks past Spider.

Spider turns his head.

A male stands there. His eyes are a piercing green. The lighting of the room glowing against his revealing outfit.

His skin is pale, with light freckles dawning on his shoulders. Upon his chest is a white form-fitted leather tube top. His shorts just past his pelvis. He wears gloves with stockings up to his knees, revealing the bulge of a gun on his thigh. Attached to the short tube top are fake angel wings. Around his eyes is a golden mask that lowers down half his face.

The guy smirks and winks at Spider. A vague sense of familiarity washes over Spider as his heart pounds.

"Mon ange, join us."

He nods and saunters over towards the table and sits by the shadowy man.

"Isn't he just beautiful. His wings are even better when revealed. Pity how humanity can harm such a creature." The man says, stroking the "angel's" head.

"Y-yeah, how cruel." Spider chokes out, still staring at the guy.

"Call me Angel, Spider." The guy, now known to Spider, offers a hand out to him. Spider shakes it.

"Seems mon ange enjoys you," The man leans forward, "A friend of his must be trustworthy."

The shadowy man is lean, with a gleeless grin.

"I'll give you one chance. If you fail, well, you'll go the way of the devils," The man grabs Angel by the waist, "No one makes a liar of mon ange."

The man kisses Angel's torso, slowly rising to the guy's neck. Angel doesn't react.

"I'll be your guide in the business~. You'll be called when we need you, darling," Angel steps away from the man and grabs Spider by his suit, "I look forward to working with you."

Angel kisses Spider's face and releases him.

"I'll see you later, Sir," He waves goodbye to the lean man and walks out of the room.

"Don't disappoint." The lean man leaves a card on the table and leaves.