Fallen

Chapter 1

Zion growled irritably as he sat with his friend Titus, both of them watching the girls in the strip Club. He was particularly agitated with all the ogling he received from the girls, they were all attracted to him and Titus, some things never changed. Though his more womanizing and angelic looking friend seemed to attract more.

He was a big guy, he knew that, not an ounce of fat on him and nothing but muscle with a hulking figure. His black hair was slicked back, curling at the nape of his neck and outlining the strong line of his jaw. He was covered in tattoos with a leather biker jacket over a plain white tank top and some cargo pants, his black biker boots planted firmly on the ground as he tried his best to ignore the girls.

His friend Titus however was lithe with broad shoulders, lean hips, and the face of an Angel. But of course all angels kept their striking good looks after the fall, how else would they lure in unsuspecting humans?

"Come on Zion. Cheer up. Just because your losing your libido doesn't mean you can cock block me." Titus hissed, giving a charming smile to one of the passing waitresses. He heard the humans heart skip a beat and rolled his eyes when the woman sent him a scalding look. Poor girl got stood up by him and still desired the demon.

"They're so predictable and cheap." He scowled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the women. "Not to mention disgusting." He grumbled. Titus turned his green gaze to him, a strand of the demons silver hair falling over his face.

"Just admit it. Your bored." He tensed at the suggestion, his gold eyes burning into his friends.

"So what if I am?" He hissed, his anger boiling up. He was known for his temper, but he had never unleashed it on his friend before.

"Why don't you take a couple centuries off then, think about shit. Do stuff that makes you feel good and hype up that crazy libido of yours." He said, his eyes trailing after a particularly good looking gal that gave him the come hither eyes. "They may be predictable but damn do they come in some pretty nice shapes."

Zion shook his head, downing the couple shots of vodka on the table including Titus'. Maybe he was bored. Times weren't like how they used to be where he could torment poor souls on a whim. Now he had to hide his existence from them and it pissed him off every time one of them thought they were better, he longed to crush them under his boot and see their blood run.

"I don't even know what I'd do with a vacation." He sighed and shook his head. Though it didn't sound unappealing, he wouldn't mind going to Hawaii for a while and get a tan, but other than that he'd just be as restless as he was now.

Titus shrugged, giving him a dirty look when he realized his shots were gone. He raised his hand and flagged down a waitress, the tall brunette sauntering over, her revealing outfit would do nothing against the cold Russian winter outside, but he supposed some women preferred that over reason. Titus raked his gaze over her, a disarming smile on his face as he watched her hips sway in a slight exaggeration.

"What can I get you two?" She asked in a sultry voice, fluttering her fake lashes at them. He nearly peeled his lip back in disgust when Titus kicked him under the table, giving him a look that said not to fuck it up for him.

"I'll take three shots of the strongest thing you got." Zion was barely able to pull off a charming smile without showing how irritated he was, hearing the woman's heart flutter. He had to keep himself from gagging on her perfume, ignoring how she pressed her breasts together suggestively while her skimpy outfit left little to the imagination.

"Why don't you get me some tequila darling." Titus said in a deceptively sweet tone that had her practically swooning.

"I'll get that right to you." She turned away from them, making a slow retreat to show off her goods no doubt, not that he was interested. It was then that he gagged, Titus kicked him again and showed his irritation, riling him up enough to bare his long canines.