Chapter 1:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that will be used in this story, except for the one I created, cause my friend owns rights to the character they created. This story follows No particular story line, so there are no spoilers! Hope you enjoy!
A/N: Anthony Kingsman is a man who got into hunting because demons killed his parents when he was a kid, he was created by me. Aaragon is a demon who was given permission by her vessel possess her body when she died, and she has been that way since, she was created by my friend. Again, I hope you enjoy!
Aaragon took a deep breath and let it out slowly in a sigh satisfaction as she watched the smoke rise into the night sky. She stretched her arms above her head, her shirt rising up just slightly, before lowering them and glancing at her companion, shooting him a devious grin.
"Nothing better than the smell of a burning body, right Anthony?"
Anthony looked up, smiled back, and nodded. "All this is making me hungry." He rubbed his stomach to emphasize it. Aaragon rolled her eyes and shook her head with a laugh.
"You're such a human!" She proclaimed, punching Anthony in the arm which she thought was gently. "But I guess you are hungry, and we can't let the human die of starvation. So what are you eating?" Anthony opened the cooler he had beside him, and pulled out two apples and two water bottles. Anthony handed Aaragon one of each and bit into his apple.
"Is it just me, or is hunting getting easier every time we kill something?" Aaragon gave Anthony a blank stare.
"Well one would think so, seeing how much we hunt, you generally get better the more you do something." Anthony took a sip of his water, and ignored Aaragon's comment.
"What time is it?" He asked, yawning. Aaragon pulled out her phone and tapped the screen, making it light up.
"About midnight, should we head back to the hotel so the human can sleep?" Anthony sighed, disregarding the fact that Aaragon kept calling him 'human', he tossed his apple to the ground in front of him, chugged his water, closed the cooler, and slowly walked towards his Black 90' Camaro. He popped the trunk open, and opened the compartment under the trunk. He pulled out a clip of ammunition, loaded his gun, and shut the compartment. He put the cooler on top of it, and went to open the driver's side.
"Ooh Anthony, I love it when you get all violent." She remarked, crossing her arms and giving a dramatic shiver. The smile she was giving him was both flirtatious and mischievous, like she knew something he didn't.
"Ma'am, it gets a little scary around these parts, you may want to get inside." Anthony talked like a sheriff as he went around the car to open the passenger side, with a slight smile crossing his own face.
Aaragon laughed and walked over to the car. "Why thank you, I was certain that I couldn't save myself if I needed to." Aaragon flashed her demon eyes at Anthony before returning to her vessel's eyes, giving Anthony a saucy wink. "Let's get out of here Anthony! I want a real drink."
"I'm still debating over which eyes I like better." Anthony commented as she got into the car, he got in the driver's side, put his key in the ignition, and started the engine. "To the nearest bar!" Anthony put the car in gear, and drove towards the highway.
"You're debating about my eyes? Well, technically I have only one pair of eyes. The normal ones you see are ones I'm barrowing." Aaragon shifted in her seat to face Anthony. "What are you debating about with them?"
"You're actually the owner of both, considering your 'vessel' allowed you to control it after she died." He paused, realizing they were close to a bar. "Honestly, no offense, but your demon eyes are actually really cute to me." He smiled as he finished.
Aaragon blushed lightly and cleared her throat. "Most people find them to be terrifying. Why do you find them to be cute?"
"I've come to know you better than anyone, and honestly, they are the prettiest colors I've seen, eye wise." Anthony smiled again, as they pulled into a town. Aaragon turned and looked out the window, her blush was growing and making her neck red.
"Thanks, I guess." She muttered, embarrassed to be saying it out loud. A silence fell onto the two as Aaragon replayed what Anthony just said in her mind.
"Are we there yet? I need some Whisky." Aaragon asks, breaking the silence.
Anthony parks the car in front of a bar, known as 'The Roadhouse'. The lot was nearly empty, and the two got out, and walked towards the front doors.
"They'd better have wine." Anthony remarked as he opened the door. Aaragon rolls her eyes and pushes Anthony with her shoulder. "You are such a girl Anthony."
A/N: This is the first Fanfic I have actually published to ANY website ever. So, leave a review and if you enjoyed this love it and follow it so you can follow the adventures of Aaragon and Anthony. Thank You!