Fallen

Chapter 4

Zion groaned as he woke up on the carpet of one of the clubs bedrooms with his pants undone and lying on his back, a pounding headache all he could think of at the moment. He remembered staying to have some drinks with Titus and the other Hells Angels bikers, after that things became fuzzy the further into the night he went after Titus kept handing him drinks. He had gotten completely wasted and passed out trying to do something he couldn't quite remember.

He groaned and threw an arm over his eyes while fumbling with his pants in search of his phone, once he had it he cracked a peek out into the light to focus on the screen. The bright white numbers glared at him for a few seconds before the consequences of his actions registered in his brain, throwing himself up onto his feet he staggered to the door.

"Shit shit shit!" It was three in the afternoon! Giving him little time to get back home, shower, change, and meet Lisandra at the ice rink. He fixed his pants before throwing the door open only to have Titus fall at his feet in a drunken sleep, ignoring him he ran down the stairs and out the doors of the Hell's Angels clubhouse. He dug into his pocket for his keys while dusting the light snow on his bike from the nights snowfall.

"I know baby, I left you out in the snow." He slung his leg over the bike and kicked the stand back up. "I'll take extra good care of you after tonight if you start for me now. Daddy really needs to get laid." He stuck the key into the ignition, prayed, and turned the key. The bike roared to life under him and he uttered a silent thanks to whoever was looking out for him and his interests, backing out of the parking space he turned it around to make a swift exit.

As soon as he got to his two story house he grabbed a black long sleeve dress shirt with a white tank top for an undershirt, underwear, and his cleanest pair of jeans, stepping into the bathroom and peeling his clothes off. He caught his reflection in the mirror hanging over the sink and stopped, he was covered in scars, choosing to have the tattoos outline them all instead of cover them up. There was a look in his eye though that he had never seen before, leaning on the sink he examined his golden eyes for a moment.

Scowling at his reflection he shook his head and threw the clothes onto the counter, he didn't have time for that, he needed to hurry the fuck up before he was late. Turning on the water to the hottest it would go he stepped in and made quick work of cleaning himself, going over himself twice just to be sure the smell of the clubhouse was off him. Once he was sure he was cleaned properly he went to wash his hair just as thoroughly.

Stepping out of the shower his hand hovered over his razor as he contemplated whether or not he should shave, some women liked a clean face and some liked beards. He didn't quite have either, it was long enough to not be considered stubble but not long enough to be considered a beard and he had kept it nice and clean. Sighing he grabbed the razor and shaving cream, it was time for it to go, there was no way Lisandra even liked it.

Zion grit his teeth and kept telling himself it would all be worth it in the end, it would grow back twice as nice and he wouldn't let another woman dictate his facial hair. Wiping his face with a towel he dropped it onto the counter to examine his new look, running a hand over his now smooth jawline. He did admit he looked pretty good clean cut like this, he wondered if the little human would too...

Jerking back he hissed angrily at his reflection, what was he doing thinking like that? He wanted one thing and one thing only, he would have it one way or another.

"Fucks sake." He muttered under his breath as he grabbed his clothes to begin putting them on, leaving a few of the buttons on his dress shirt undone just to give her a peek of exposed chest He grabbed his phone and unlocked it, scrolling through his apps till he got to his music and turned on some heavy metal, one thing he actually liked about humans was that they came up with the most interesting music. Humming along to the song he heated his hands with his demonic powers and ran his fingers through his hair until it was in its normal slicked back state.