Guardian Angel (Angel!Dirk x Reader)

The Man At The Café

December twelfth started off like any other day. It was a Tuesday, so I had to work an eight hour shift at the local café. I didn't mind working there though, most of the customers were nice and the small building was warm and filled with the aroma of fresh coffee. As usual, I crawled out of my warm bed and took a quick shower to wake myself up. It was a chilly Winter day, so I had worn a coat over my plain black t-shirt and matching black pants. Grey clouds had hung suspended in the cold blue sky, promising snow later in the evening. Not many people had braved the howling wind and dreary atmosphere for a cup of coffee, so the hours I spent at the register seemed to go by slower than usual. I had finished tending to one of the few customers who were crazy enough to get out in such cold weather when he walked in.

He wore a black wife beater and a form-fitting leather jacket that was just tight enough on his muscular arms. His dark jeans rode low enough on his hips to show off a sliver of pale skin and his black biker boots made him seem at least six feet tall. Complete with pale blonde hair that spiked up in the back and triangular shades, he was exactly the kind of guy your father warned you about when you were young. Knowing what I know now, I can also say that he looked like the polar opposite of what he truly is.

The sound of his boots thumping against the wooden floor had shaken me out of my trance and I politely took his order without giving myself any time to check him out further. His voice was rich and deep as he thanked me; slipping me a wink as he called me "darling" before walking off to sit at one of the empty booths.

Now, we didn't exactly experience love at first sight, but I definitely found him attractive.

The last two hours of my shift had passed quickly, and I had no trouble in keeping my mind off of the blonde man who was still sitting in the booth he had claimed earlier. The ringing of the bell at the door had alerted me to the presence of my good friend, Cheshire, who was there to take the late shift so I could return to the small apartment I called home. I had thanked Cheshire warmly and hugged her before wrapping my coat tightly around myself and stepping out into the night. Tiny white flurries had gotten caught in my (h/l), (h/c) hair as I walked carefully across the snow covered sidewalk to the parking garage where I had parked my (c/t) before I had started my shift earlier in the day.

As I dug through my purse to find my keys, I felt a tingling sensation on the back of my neck, which I instantly recognized as the feeling of being watched. I wanted to bolt for my car, but I knew I had to stay calm and not overreact. Finally finding the keys I had been searching for, I went to unlock my car when I felt a hand cover my mouth. A jolt of panic raced through me and my heart sped up instantly as I tried to turn around to face the owner of the hand. A man's voice shushed my muffled cry of protest, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Fear took over my scattered thoughts and I desperately tried to elbow my attacker in the stomach when I felt something slimy and rather unpleasant run up my ear. I shuddered as I realized just what the smily and unpleasant thing was and I cried out again, my voice muffled by the man's hand. Suddenly, the hand was gone.

I heard a cry of alarm from behind me before a familiar voice told me to cover my eyes. I obeyed, quickly clamping my hand over my eyes and keeping my back turned to whatever was currently happening to my former attacker. Bright light shone through the cracks in my fingers and a ringing filled my ears. It lasted only a second, and when the darkness returned I moved my hand away from my eyes and turned around. The first thing I noticed was the body. A lifeless figure lay crumpled on the ground, it's face pointed toward the concrete ceiling of the garage. It's mouth was agape in a silent scream and it's eyes looked as if they had been burned out of their sockets and blood was leaking from the now empty hollows.

Tearing my eyes away from the body, I noticed a pair of biker boots standing about two feet away from the dead man on the ground. My gaze traveled from the biker boots, over the slightly exposed hip bones, and finally came to rest on the unmistakeable triangular shades of the man who I could only assume was my savior. The man from the café was staring down at the body next to his feet, panting as if he had run a five mile race in less than two minutes.

He finally looked up at me, his eyes barely visible behind his dark shades. As if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened, he held out his hand and introduced himself. I wasn't sure if I could trust him or not. He may have saved me from an unthinkable fate, but he had also just killed a man. The man seemed to notice my hesitation and, with a chuckle, assured me that he didn't bite. "Well," he had said, "I don't bite without consent."

Pretending not to notice what he was implying, I told him my name and grabbed his hand, fully intending to shake it like I do with everyone else I meet. Instead, the man raised my hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss against my (s/c) skin. I could feel my cheeks burning as he pulled away, and I stuttered out a quiet thanks and turned to unlock my car. A hand on my shoulder stopped me, and I turned back around. "Here." The man had said, handing me a piece of paper before he turned and vanished into the shadows of the parking garage. I got into my car and locked the door before unfolding the paper he had handed me. It was a series of numbers that I instantly recognized to be a mobile phone number. Below the number, in smooth handwriting, was written "In case you need any more help." I couldn't keep a slight smile from forming on my face as I placed the paper in my purse and started the car. Little did I know, I was soon going to need a lot of help.