Destined For You

Chapter two (Angel)

"Ugh... fuck."

Angel groaned and swung his legs off the edge of his bed. His hair was a mess, hell, everything was a mess. He was hung over, in a bad mood, sore from last night.

What else was fuckin' new?

He sighed, running a hand through3 his messy, platinum blonde hair. Managing a weak smile when Fat Nuggets—his beloved pet pig—Jumped up onto the bed and nudged at one of his lower arms. Angel pulled a grin, and scratched the pig behind the ears, chuckling when Fat Nuggets let out a contented snort.

"Hey, bud." He said trying to keep his voice steady though it still came out as a croak.

Slowly, he got up, catching a look at himself in the mirror. He was tired. Exhausted even. He crossed the room in a few quick strides of his long legs, the claws of his bare spider feet clicking on the wooden floor—the same spider feet he despised. He opened the drawer and pulled out two separate medications. Unscrewing the first bottle of antidepressants and pouring a pill into his hand, throwing it back and swallowing it dry, not bothering to wash it down with any fluid. He did the same with the second pill of pain meds.

When he was done taking the pills, Angel grabbed his bathrobe and sauntered into the bathroom of his hotel room, tossing the clothing onto the toilet seat and turning to the shower.

He turned the shower on, letting the water run and just staring at the running water for a moment, adjusting its temperature and checking it with his fingertips. When it was cold enough, he stepped inside, letting the water cascade down his face and chest. He closed his eyes, letting the feeling and sound of the water on his skin envelop him, washing away the remnants of the shitty night he'd had.

He kept his phone nearby, just in case Cherri, Val or even Charlie tried to text or call him.

Cherri..

Cherri hadn't texted him in a while.. not since that night on the roof when he asked him to go so he could talk to Husk alone. He was starting to get worried about her and considered giving her a text to see how she was. But knowing that bombshell, she was probably busy blowing up buildings and tearing out her enemy's throats.

His thoughts drifted to the hotel's bartender, Husk, that old bastard had decapitated someone for him just a week ago, said he cared and shit. But did he? Or was it all lies like the rest of them did to try and earn his trust before chewing him up and spitting him back out like poison.

Something about that demon was different.. he didn't seem interested in Angel's body or his money. Angel had never had that before. And it felt foreign. He wasn't used to others being gentle with him, fucking hell, he was Angel Dust! The Angel Dust, everybody wanted some of him. Everyone.

Husk hadn't spoken to him that much since that night though, it was as if he couldn't look him in the eye without his fur standing on end and a look of... guilt.. in those amber orbs he had for eyes. Angel just shrugged it off, thinking he was probably just drunk or in a bad mood losing another round of poker or blackjack.

He shook his head, drowning out the thoughts with actions. He smothered his hands in shampoo and rubbed it thoroughly into his thick, white hair, some on his chest fluff too for good measure. He felt it trickle down his face but he didn't wipe it away, he just let it drip.

A few minutes of rubbing the shampoo into his hair and fur passed before Angel washed it out, and started washing the rest of his body, arms and legs first, then his torso and neck, then the struggle of reaching his back properly.

Finally, he was done and stepped out of the shower, steam clinging to him and swirling around like cigarette smoke. He wrapped his robe around himself and tied the knot around his waist towel drying his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. Fat Nuggets followed him around occasionally nudging at his leg or grunting.