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Chapter 1
Biker-Angel

The engines of the ten some-odd bikes roared with life as they pulled into an empty parking lot, behind an abandoned Wal-Mart. It was early morning, the sun hadn’t even began it’s clime into the sky as the gang of biker-babes, known as the Purring Fangs, got ready for the awaited show down. The tension between the two rivals had started the moment Gypsy Meng, a newcomer to the town, who was also known as Whispering Fire among the group, had joined the rough gang. Kikyou Stellon, the currant leader, wanted to ban her from the Purring Fangs, but Gypsy wouldn’t hear of it. She had been the leader of the most powerful, most feared gang in her town back home and she was ready to start it up again. Rules stated that a Purring Fang memory could challenge the leader and that’s just what Gypsy had done. Kikyou looked her over, sizing her for the battle. Gypsy was what one would call… dead sexy! She had raspberry red hair that flowed in gentle waves to her well shaped rear; its end’s dark, as if she’d dipped them in black ink. Golden eyes, with flacks of sapphire, peered out from under long, lush lashes. Her face was slender; a faint blush always seemed to tint her cheeks, dark eyebrows fanned out nicely in an arc. Gypsy’s long delicate neck was supported by powerful shoulders, sensually slanting into her long powerful arms. Her hands are rather small, topped with razor claws. A black halter-top supports full, high breasts, her body curving down into a tiny waist and flaring hips. Gypsy’s cut off jeans did little to hide the powerful length of her legs; a black sash lased through the belt-loops and tied at the front. Her breeding was evident in the long tapering red tiger tail, which swirled with anticipation and the red, black tipped tiger ears atop her head. Her warm honey skin was flawless, except for the single violet stripe under each eye, the three stripes that curve high over her thighs and the two strips that graced each wrist. All in all… she screamed predator and Kikyou was her prey.
“If you’re done staring…” Gypsy purred, her muscles coiling under her flesh. Her stillness eerie as her full ruby lips curved into a dangerous smile.
“How dare you! I’ll just have to teach you some respect!” Kikyou howled, charging her blindly. Gypsy easily side stepped her attack, gracefully swiping around to land a blow on Kikyou’s lower back.
“Is that your way of teaching me? Hummm… if so… I think I may need another lesson.” The mockery in the tiger hanyou’s voice sent the prideful miko over the edge.
“Why you no good filthy half-breed!!” Whipping around, Kikyou once again tried her luck in attacking the quick tiger. Gypsy felt her rage build in her blood, fire blazing in her, other wise calm, eyes. Half-breed. Half-breed! The words kept ringing in her ears, deafening her. Suddenly, as if the dam had been completely opened, Gypsy caught Kikyou by the shoulders as she slammed into her and slung her to the ground.
“Never… call me that again.” Her voice never rose about soft tones, even in anger, her voice dropped to venomous volumes. She placed one blacked booted foot against Kikyou’s chest as she lay on her back on the ground. “You’re damned luck I don’t kill you for that.” The color drained from the miko’s face and she suddenly found it hard to breath. The firry eyes hanyou just stared down at her with uncaring eyes, her ears flat against her scull in rage.
“She did it! She beat Raging Angel!! Free cheers for our new leader!!!” A young woman, that Gypsy recognized as Sango Tyugi, second in command next to Kikyou, who’s name was also known as Demon Slayer. The Purring Fangs went up in an uproar, cheers and laughs filled the once still air as they huddled around Gypsy, Kikyou all by forgotten. Sango was the first to greet their new leader, placing her hand on Gypsy’s shoulder.
“It’s good to have a new leader; Kikyou was starting to go soft. She was even talking about lightening up and being nice to the Iron Jaws!” The strained sound in Demon Slayer’s voice made Gypsy believe that there was something more to that story that she was telling. “Well, Whispering Fire, what shall we do with her?” The crowd parted to show an escaping Kikyou. Whispering Fire, however, had other plans. She leap into the air and landed before Kikyou, growling out a warning.
“I’m not yet done with you, wench!” Her face, if at all possible, became even paler as she stared into the merciless eyes of the victorious hanyou. “You’ll no longer be allowed in Purring Fangs! You’ll not ride a bike again! You’ll not harass my girls for any reason! Understand? Oh… and don’t cross me, for next time, I won’t be so nice. Now go! Ride your bike home and then find another mends of travel.” Giving a jerky nod, Kikyou darted to her bike, rived the engine, and raced away from Gypsy, the Purring Fangs, and the Wal-Mart parking lot, not once, looking back.
“What are we going to do now?” Asked a timed girl, once Kikyou’s engine could not longer be heard.
“Anything you want! It’s still early and I’m sure there is tons of mayhem to be made. Go. Have fun!” The girls cheered with laughter as they raced to their bikes, chattering among themselves as to what to do first.
“Sango…”
“Yes?”
“Here is my cell, just in case you need to get a hold of me.”
“Am I… still second in command?”
“Till someone beats ya!” The girls shared a moment of laughter before Demon Slayer gunned her engine and chased after the other members of Purring Fangs. Gypsy watched them sped away, she leaned against her dark red bike, which she had long since named ‘Yasha’. It was a custom made Harley, with a picture of a great white tiger with the words “Demon of the Road’, painted under it.
“An end… and a beginning. What, I wonder, will tomorrow bring?”