The Demon and The Dragon

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Angel stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself walking over to the mirror and wiped the condensation away, sighing gently. She finished in the bathroom and turned off the light, heading into her bedroom where a king sized four poster bed took up a good portion of the room. She tossed her wet towel into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, putting lotion on her legs. Her bed was adorned with dark purple sheets and had a thick comforter on top. She finished putting the lotion on her legs and crawled into bed, turning off her light. She settled into fitful sleep, still being plauged by nightmares, even after this long.

Light peaked through the curtains the next morning and Angel yawned, stretching. She sat up in her bed, grabbing her phone and checked her notifications. She got up and stretched, her joints popping and cracking. She shook herself out, grabbing a pair of sweats from the bottom drawer of her dresser and slid them on. She grabbed a tanktop and slid it on, heading downstairs to make herself something to eat. She walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet and frowned, the tin of coffee she kept there was gone. She then remembered she had used the last of her coffee the previous morning. She sighed and headed upstairs to change, she would go out for coffee.

She changed into a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t shirt. She headed downstairs, pulling her jacket on and boots and grabbed the keys for her bike. She moved to the garage and opened the door before starting her bike. It was a custom harley davidson softail and it was her pride and joy. She threw her leg over the bike and backed it out of the garage before heading out, making sure to close the garage door. She headed to the local coffee shop, about ten minutes away. She pulled into a parking spot and killed her bike, sliding off it and headed inside. She got her drink ordered, stepping back, looking over the other people in the shop.

About ten minutes pass and she was able to get her drink, taking a sip of the coffee and nearly moaned in delight. She stepped outside, sitting down at an open table and let her mind wander as she sipped her coffee. The rumble of a second motorcycle caught her attention and she looked over and straightened. A dark red colored harley pulled into the lot and parked, the rider getting off and made his way over to the coffee shop and Angel noticed the familiar spiked jacket from the night before. He walked into the coffee shop and she watched him before looking at the bike he pulled up on.

It was a Harley Davidson Fatboy custom Ironhorse and she could see it was in flawless condition. She stood from her seat walking over the bike, swallowing some. It was absolutely gorgous and crimson red with black ghost flames over the gas tank and back. She could tell it had some serious work put into it as she brushed her fingers over the paint job. She felt like it almost purred under her touch, "She likes you." Angel froze and looked up, Agmos smirking at her, his eyes amused as he looked at her. Angel pulled her hand away, getting a slight wiff of pumpkin spice but didn't say anything. He looked down at her, smirking. She moved away from the bike, he following behind her. She sat down in her seat, he across from her.

She took a sip of her coffee as Agmos spoke, "I don't see your stang anywhere." She chuckled and nodded to her bike and he looked at it, whistling. "Harley Davidson softail, very nice." She looked at him, and he smirked, "What, I know my bikes." She went to answer when her phone started buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and answered it. Agmos sipped his coffee while she took care of her business. Angel ended her call and sighed, putting her head in her hand, "I hate idiots. The one day I have off work and they are calling me in cause someone screwed up a sale and they expect me to fix it." She sighed and finished her coffee before writing down a number and passed it Agmos, who took it before watching her leave. He looked down at the paper and chuckled, it was her number.

Angel headed toward the motorcycle shop she owned, a growl in her throat. She pulled into the parking lot of her shop, and killed the bike, sliding from the back and walked inside. "Thomas, I swear to any deity listening I'm gonna put my boot so far up your ass for screwing this up, you're gonna be eating leather for a month!" She was not happy and it showed. She walked into her office and stopped, seeing a familiar figure sitting in the chair in front of her desk. She closed the door behind her, "Damien, its been awhile, to what do I owe the pleasure." The male smirked, looking at her from behind the sunglasses he wore as she walked to her desk and sat down.

He pulled the sunglasses off, revealing purple irises, "Two years its been love." He had a vanilla folder in his hand and he sat it on the desk and slid it towards her, "Oh no, I left that life behind." He frowned, looking at her. "This one is a special case. He's killed dozens of our own in one attack." She looked at him and down at the folder, "And let me guess, your bosses said to get the best, no matter the cost." He nodded and she sighed, sitting back, looking at the folder as if it would burn her. Damien grabbed his sunglasses and stood, "You have three days to decide." He moved to the door, pulling his sunglasses back on and left, closing the door behind him.