Chapter 2 Fallen angels

Chapter Two: Fallen angels.

Ring

Ring

The sound of a ringing phone filled the whole room, disrupting the silence.

The room was poorly illuminated with the only source of light from a slightly opened window.

Empty bottles of liquor could be seen scattered around the vicinity, the smell of earth mixed with smoke filled the whole room, cigarette butts, and ash on a dish on the floor, a gamepad resting beside it next to a couch.

The silhouette of a man could be seen laying on the couch with one of his hands over his forehead, silent breaths escaping his lips.

He had his eyes closed.

To anyone seeing his present position, he would appear to be sleeping but that was not the case because he was well awake.

Ring

Ring

The ringing of his cell phone persisted, at first, he wanted to ignore it, thinking the caller would stop after their failed attempts to get to him but the ringing continued and this did nothing but irritate him.

Ring

Ring

In irritation, his eyelids snapped open, revealing a pair of piercing green eyes.

"For f**k's sake," He grumbled under his breath as he reached for his cell phone on the ground close to the couch before adopting a sitting position.

He ran his hands through his thick black hair in frustration as he gaze at the caller ID.

Enzo.

"The damned p*ick" He cursed again under his breath, now gazing at his phone screen.

He answered the call deciding to get things over with so he could go back to forcing himself to sleep.

On answering the call he tossed the cell phone on the couch, placing his two legs on the floor after which he placed a cigarette on his lip, and flickered a lighter close to its tip.

"Yo, Dude It's been...."

"Cut the sh*t Enzo, You better have a good reason for calling me, or else.." He cuts in, with a warning, letting his words trail off, though his voice was calm, the underlying threat in his words was visible.

"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," The fellow on the other line joked with a light chuckle."You should know I'm immune to all your threats man, it's getting old,"

"Hmm," He muttered as he realized the smoke in the atmosphere."Then I guess I'll need to be more creative,"

"Hey, Hey I was just kidding, why do I feel like your smirking right now, f**king sadist, Dude you've got issues,"

A smirk appeared on his lips as he sucked in once more."Get to the point Enzo, I've not got all day,"He voiced impatiently.

He picked up his cell phone again when he got a message from an unknown number.

"I'm at the club, close to the outskirts of the city, and we're short of hands so..."

I couldn't finish the sentence as he heard a crashing sound.

"What the f**k man, did you just toss your phone away,"

"Good guess, keep talking and I'll make you regret it, I'm not ready to listen to blab about that sh*t hole,"

After tossing the phone away he returned to his side as he lay on the couch.

"Come on man, you know you owe me one and it's time to pay back, my boss is gonna kill me and hell, I can't do this sh*t alone, you know how much I love working here,"

"..."

With that Enzo cut the call.

"You must have had me mistaken for someone that actually gave a f**k," He muttered as he lay on his back staring at the ceiling.

He continued to lay like that for some time.

Enzo's words echoed in his mind.

'You know you owe me one,"

'You know you owe me one,"

Moments later he suddenly adopted a seating position again, his two legs now on the ground.

"The F**king P**ck," He mumbled under his breath again as he stood up from the couch.

"I guess I'll just have to kill him when I get there."A smirk played on his lips.

He grabbed his jacket and exited the door to his apartment, slamming the door hard in annoyance.

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Serena

The dance floor was decorated with red and blue laser beams that shot out from the rotating light in the ceiling.

The music was in the background, pounding hard against the wall of the club and I struggled not to close my ears due to my heightened hearing.

The smell of alcohol, sweat, sex, and drugs filled my nostrils, and I took everything in me not to turn around and walk out of the club.

I looked around, trying to find a place to stay as I waited for Stacy but the couches were littered with empty cups from drinking, I couldn't seat there.

I thought about leaning against the wall but even the walls were filled with people who were busy making out in the dimmed light of the club.

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks and I quickly averted my gaze.

How could people be so oblivious to their surroundings, to even think of doing such things in public where everyone could see them, just how bold could these humans be?

I quickly discarded the thought, that was not my business, not that I'm judging anyone, I was in a club after all, and like people always,- it's a free world, so they could do whatever they wanted.

When I decided to meet Stacy here, I had already expected to see scenes like these, after all, I used my two legs to walk into a club, so I had no right to judge anyone.

A sigh escaped my lips as I struggled to find my way through the club.

What was I even doing in a place like this, two days from now and it would be my freaking coronation for god sake and here I was moving through bodies.

Why did I even let Stacy talk me into coming here?

That man would kill me if he finds out I came to a place like this.

But in the end, I couldn't completely blame Stacy, she didn't force me to come, I could have declined if I wanted to but I didn't, maybe it was because I thought this whole setting would help me forget, even if it was just for a moment but now I'm not so sure that it's a good choice.

The Fallen angel.

What a weird name for a club, that was my first impression of the club when I heard about it, but I soon after realized that it's name precedes it.

This was a club located on almost the border separating werewolves from humans, so it is a popular club where the majority of people found there are humans with fewer werewolves.

Not that it was a bother to me, it was actually better this way, here people couldn't tell or sense that I'm a werewolf and that is exactly what I want.

Even as a werewolf, I couldn't help but feel a slight goosebump come to my skin, just thinking about the club.

It's a club popular amongst humans and maybe some werewolves, but the club had a reputation.

You could find all the dirty sins possible in this club, from drugs to murder, human trafficking, and a lot more.

Numerous disappearances and deaths have been recorded in this club, on both parts, werewolves, and humans alike.

I was suddenly jolted from my thought when I felt a hand slide across my elbow.

"What with that look on your face?"

I heard Stacy's voice as she leaned in to whisper into my ears, because of loud music in the background.

"Maybe it's because I don't want to be here" I began, turning around to meet her gaze." Plus You know I can hear you right, heightened hearing and all that." I continued, pointing to my ears.

"Ugh! you need to loosen up and have some fun and yes I know you can hear me clearly but aren't we trying to fit in, where's the fun in just being one's self when you can try a different persona? you know you can just see the whole thing like we're going undercover on a secret mission as humans you know the way it goes in those movies." She paused slightly, giving my outfit a look."God, I can never trust you with clothes."

"Isn't being on a secret mission too exaggerated, and what exactly is wrong without what I'm wearing,"

She gave me a look saying, do you want me to state it out?

I could only roll my eyes.

"I've not changed my mind, I'm only staying here for fifty minutes starting now."

"Alright, alright, now it's time for you to loosen up and have some fun and I think know what might just do the trick."

Before I could protest, I felt Stacy pulling me by the hand towards the bar, she yanked me through the mass of sweaty bodies partying hard on the dance floor.

"Excuse me!" Stacy shouted out to the bartender while I stood behind her.

At that moment my mind was occupied with all the possible ways that man would kill me if he found out where I was, or what Stacy was about to make me do.

"Thank you," I heard Stacy say with a smile as she winked at the male bartender, then she turned to me with an excited look in her eyes, a mischievous smile resting on her face.

"Here you go."

We sat on the seats by the bar.

I hesitantly reached out to take the glass of liquor in her hand.

"Now drink up, you need to stop goddamn worrying about whatever it is that has been occupying that head of yours. The Alpha would never find out about anything" She paused for a moment, taking a sip of her liquor, and then closed her eyes to appreciate the taste."Hmm, this is good, like I was saying that man wouldn't even notice you were gone, trust me I've got one like him at home but that never stopped me from having fun, he still hasn't found out about my numerous accomplishments if you know what I mean? and" She winked then pointed a hand at me."You remember why we are here right, it's to have fun and forget all our worries."

I moved my gaze from Stacy to the glass of liquor in my hand.

'Forget all my worries.'

If only it was that easy, I couldn't help but wonder if this would really help me forget about even just a little of my worries.

Well, only one way to find out.

"Come on drink up,"

I brought the glass of liquor to my lips, closing my eyes as I exhaled deeply.

I tilted my head backward as I gulped down the drink in one go, cringing at the burn I felt in my throat.

"That the spirit," Stacy praised but I could only gaze at her with squinted eyes.

God, this tasted awful, how did people even enjoy this?

I coughed slightly, bringing my hand over my mouth, and inhaling deeply.

That was really strong.

"So how was it?" Stacy asked but I couldn't speak just yet, I just gave her a look saying I think you already know the answer then she burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

"Stop apologizing 'cause I know you don't mean it."I finally spoke.

She giggled again."Look I'm really sorry, I just can take things seriously with that expression on your face."

I could only roll my eyes at the obvious lie.

Stacy shifted her gaze to the bartender from before who was busy attending to a group of girls, who seemed to be flirting with him, while he also flirted back.

"Bartender!" Stacy suddenly yelled, while also using hand gestures to gain his attention.

I immediately snapped at her when I realized what she was about to do.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked even though I had my suspicions.

"Obviously ordering us some more drinks," She turned to me and I could see the mischievous smirk from before" You're out" She pointed at the empty glass in my hand." And don't worry you'll like this one."