*Request by samwilde04, here's chapter one, I hope you like it!*
Lucas is Lucifer's current alias, because going around saying his name was Lucifer probably wouldn't go well.
Chapter One:
Nashville, Tennessee
Angry was probably the understatement of the century. Seething was more accurate, but still a ways off. My blood was boiling beneath my skin, making me see red, my whole body rigid, fists clenched.
A string of bad luck had decided it was my day to get tortured, and man, did it deliver a hard blow.
First my best friend and I had gotten into an argument at work about letting her brother follow his father's footsteps and become a hunter, which caused me to trip and spill food all over a serious customer; I mouthed off to my boss and got myself fired; my car broke down on my way home and the triple A guy never showed, making me walk all the way home in the pouring rain; and to top it all off my phone got water damage and now was no longer usable.
At my apartment that I shared with my boyfriend, I slammed the door, not really caring about others around me that would probably complain later. Normally, I would've dropped my bag by the door or on the kitchen table, but instead I launched it across the room with a yell.
It was all hitting me at once, crushing me under the weight of it all. Tears sprang at the corner of my eyes and since I was alone with my boyfriend not getting home for at least a couple more hours, I let myself cry.
Sobbing on my way to my room, I became more angry with myself. Why did I have to cry? Why did I have to be so weak? It was a dog eat dog world out there, and suddenly I was crashing?
My jaw clenched, opening the door to the bedroom and slamming that door too, just for the Hell of it. My wet waitress uniform sticking to my overheating body, I clenched and unclenched my fist, getting angry at that too.
On my dresser sat my old iPod and needing it now more than ever I went over to it.
Taking it in my careful hands, I silently prayed it wouldn't break. Going through my playlists, I found the one I was looking for: good ole' classic rock.
Pressing play and turning the volume all the way up, I let the first few notes of Metallica blast through the room and vibrate through my body. Still angry, but glad the raw edge of wanting to hurt something was gone, I let myself scream for everything bad that had happened up until this very point.
From my middle school years through my pointless college years, up until this day.
Heaving, I made my way over to the window, looking out to the stupid blur of Nashville down below. From across the street and down a few floors, a woman in a fancy business suit was looking up at me, with rude and condescending eyes.
The anger boiled over again.
Throwing the window open, I yelled out, "What in the hell are you looking at?!"
She looked at me like I was crazy and quickly made her way away from my window and down the street, out of my veiw.
Frowning, I shut the window with a bang, and turned around to lay face down on my bed, angry music still rocking through my apartment, and surely the one's around me.
My fit of anger must have made me fall asleep, because I woke a little while later. The sun was still out and my angry playlist was still playing strong, and the song reminded me all I was angry for.
It built up in my chest again, but I didn't act upon it, instead I just stared at the blank wall across from me.
There was knock on the bedroom door, making me look up and watch as my boyfriend walked in. He looked concerned, opening the door slowly and closing it just as fast.
"Piper?"
"What do you want?" I shouted over the bass line, looking away from his frosty eyes back to the wall.
He walked over to my iPod and turned down the music, making my head snap to glare at him and spring to my feet.
I pointed an angry finger at him. "What gives you the right?"
"Why so hostile?" He threw his hands up in defence, a concerned frown on his face.
"Why do you care?" I sneered, eyebrows furrowing, crossing my arms in an agitated manner.
"Because I love you?" He quirked a hopeful eyebrow.
That would've made normal me smile and return the saying, but right now I was beginning to see red again. Right now, I was intentionally trying to pick a fight because the stupid idea of both us angry made me feel better.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. Currently, I was just seeing that I didn't know what he did for a living, only that it was business and necessary, whatever that meant; seeing the unusual work hours that would make any normal man drop dead exhausted.
"Seriously, Pip, what's wrong?" He tried again, lowering his hands to his sides.
"I don't know! Maybe the fact that I was fired or that my car broke down. Maybe it was my phone being ruined or my favorite, getting in a big fight with my best friend!" I shouted, throwing my hands up, as if that would help anything.
"Well, we can try to sit and talk, if you-"
"I don't want to sit and talk, Lucas!" I yelled at him. "I want to leave this stupid, God-forsaken town! I want to do what I dreamed about doing when I was little!"
Lucas suddenly grinned, "Will that make you happy?"