Someone Else
Rating: T
Summary: An Undertaker fic
After attending to a WWE show, Angela meets a man she least expected to meet.
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the WWE guys, just my own characters Angela, Johnny, Mack…
And I don't own the songs: Westlife – Angel, Westlife – Evergreen, The Rasmus – Someone else, or any other I might use here.
Chapter 1
It was late night in a smoky, dark LA biker bar. There were some tattooed, long-haired men with beards and leather clothes playing pool and drinking beer. Typical bikers.
"Hey Marilyn. Bring us a couple of beers over here honey." a big man with long beard wearing a leather vest yelled to one of the waitresses.
"Yeah, and when you bring them, could you do a little dance and sing too?" another man with long hair and arms full of tattoos said and all the 5 or 6 guys at the table bursted into a loud laugh.
"I think you just better go get them the beers Ang." the bartender said smiling to the waitress the guys were shouting at.
"Hmmm… right." the girl said with a frown.
She took the beers and went to the table where the guys were whistling at her.
"There you go. And Mack, this is the last time I'll bring anything to your sorry ass if you don't stop calling me Marilyn. The name is ANGELA. Got it?" she said emphasizing the word Angela and showing her nametag.
"Okay honey." he said with a grin and made the whole table laugh again.
"Oh shut up." Angela said and was about to leave when another man walked towards the table.
"Hey, what's going on here? Big-Mack trying to mess with my girl again, huh? You know you'll loose." the man said half serious, but with a sneaky smile when looked at the bigger man.
The man was also a biker, wearing black leather pants, a black shirt and a black leather jacket. He had long black hair on ponytail, earrings on both ears, a thick silver chain around his neck and big rings on his fingers. He had sunglasses on, though it was night.
"Hey baby." he said to the girl who instantly jumped to his arms and gave him a kiss.
"Hey baby." the girl said back and looked at the man with a wicked look on her eyes. The man gave the girl a wicked grin.
"Hey Johnny, you joining us here or what?" one of the men at the table asked after their staring started to be uncomfortably long.
"Nah, I'm not. I just came to get my girl." Johnny said and the men at the table growled and then gave him the looks that said "we know where you came to get her".
"My shift isn't over yet." Angela said to Johnny.
"Well, who would you rather be with, me or bunch of these idiots?" Johnny asked with a look that stated the obvious.
"Ok, I'll ask Mike if I can go." she said and went over to the bartender.
"Yo, Mike! Johnny's here. Can I go already?" Angela yelled to the bartender.
"Well, since there aren't much people here, I think we can handle it. Although, if something happens you could handle this lot a lot better than I can. On the other hand, all the trouble with those guys always has something to do with you, so maybe it's better that you go." Mike said with a grin.
"Asshole." Angela said giving the bartender a grin. "And thanks." she said with a smile.
"Ok, let's go baby." Johnny said.
They went out and to Johnny's Harley and drove off to his house.
Angela Monroe was a 22 years old girl from Los Angeles. She was a very tough girl. Well, she kind of had to be with her background. She had left home when she was 16. It wasn't much of a home anyway. Her father had left years ago and her mother was an alcoholic.
Angela always used to hang around the garage where the biker men repaired their bikes, and she started helping out there and that's how she got her first own bike. There she also met Johnny. He was 20 when they met. At first it was nothing more than friends, he let Angela crash in his house when she didn't have any other place to go. But later on, they kind of grew into each other.
Angela had very short hair, black at the moment. She changes her hair color a lot. She has ice-cold blue eyes, and she has a cold, deadly stare at them all them time. Sometimes, when she's looking at Johnny, there's a little warmth in her eyes, just a little. And if she catches anyone seeing that, the cold stare comes back quickly.
She also has earrings and lots of big silver rings in her fingers. She wears the biker clothes, black leather or jeans. Angela also has a couple of tattoos: a little star on her left shoulder and a text 'NO FATE' written on her left arm. She's about 5 ft 7 and she has slim, slightly muscled body.
Because of her name, Angela Monroe, the guys call her Marilyn, after Marilyn Monroe. And Angela hates to be called Marilyn more than anything.
Angela is the only female member of the gang, so she has to be as tough as the guys, if not even tougher. Of course there are some of the other bikers' girlfriends hanging with them, but they are not actual members. And yes, there are also all these skanky women hanging around the guys and their bikes. Angela just hates them. She has a good reason too. They're all after the leader of the gang, Johnny Reeves, her Johnny.
That's obvious, not only is he the leader, but he is also very good looking. He's nearly 7 feet tall, he has long black hair, blue eyes, mustache and a goatee. He's got tattoos on his muscular arms and chest. He looks very sexy with his black leather pants and vest, and Angela thinks he looks even sexier without his clothes. And she wishes she would be the only woman to know that.
Johnny pulled his Harley to the driveway, unlocked the garage and then drove the bike in. Then he lifted Angela to his arms and carried her inside the house.
"Why did you do that for?" Angela asked laughing in his arms.
"What? Can't I carry you?" Johnny asked, trying to look hurt and failed.
And before she could answer, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately.
After breaking the kiss, Angela said: "Of course you can carry me where ever you want."
"Oh in that case, your wish is my command." Johnny said and carried her to the bedroom.
"Oh." Angela said, trying to act surprised about the destination he had chosen.
He laid her back on the floor and started kissing her again. She immediately responded, allowing his tongue in her mouth. They kissed very intensely and they both moaned for pleasure.
He started to take off her clothes and she could feel his excitement. He took off her shirt and kissed her neck and squeezed her breast with his one hand and ran his other hand through her short hair.
"Mmm… Johnny…" she was moaning for pleasure.
Then he unzipped her pants and took them off, and she took off his shirt and pants. He threw her on the bed and took off his boxers and positioned himself on top of her kissing her hard. They ended up having yet another session of intense sex.
Afterwards Angela laid on top of Johnny for a little while, when they both tried to catch breath. Then she moved next to him on the bed and they both fell asleep. Angela needs her space in bed and she's not into cuddling or anything like that. And Johnny doesn't mind that.
A/N: My first attempt to write a longer story. Please read and review