𝙸 𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞.

7: 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.

"Sooooo, what we supposed ta do now? Socialise?" Angel bluffed, speaking to the others.

Charlie was the boss, a leader. She knew what to do and when to do it, all the time... If it were to do with work or chores. However, Charlie had called in a sick day last minute, after everyone had finished breakfast. She wasn't sick, she was actually perfectly, physically, fine. Not in her head. Her head was going crazy and she had too much on her mind to do anything, but think. This was caused by the verbal 'last puzzle piece' Alastor gave her the night before when she realised their friendship, maybe, wasn't just friendship.

"Well Angel, no shit! If i'm not wrong, that's what we do everyday!  Gosh estúpido puta araña." Vaggie snapped at Angel, impatiently. She hadn't been in a good mood from the Alastor fiasco the day before. It didn't help because he kept giving her cold glares and cocky smirks. She knew he did something and she knew Charlie wasn't being honest with her. A part of her also knew, Charlie was lying about "being ill". Vaggie assumed it had something to do with 'shitlord'. She wasn't going to let go, so easy.

"Well, guess what, Vaggieee." Angel replied, sassily putting his hands on his hips. "I know ya swearing at me in Spanish and i'm gonna swear at ya back. Stupida cagna falena." Angel snapped back, smirking proudly to himself.

"You fucking dumbass, that's Italian. Not Spanish." Husk grunted, sleepily. Hardly paying attention to anyone or anything.

"I KNOW! THATS DA POINT." Angel faced palmed, pulling a face at Husk. Putting two hands on his head and two on his hips. The extra other two on Husk's shoulders. Husk looked disturbed. "Husky poo, ya know i'm Italian, ight?"

"The fuck? How can I tell you're Italian when you look like a candy floss rod." Husk said, swiping Angels hands off his shoulders and laying his head down on the bar counter.

"Oh Baby. I know you love it." Angel purred in a seductive voice, making Husk blush a bit, but also swish his tail from side to side, in annoyance.

Alastor chucked from the kitchen as he was doing the morning dishes. Nifty was on the third floor, sweeping, as she already knew what chores to do, without Charlie's guidance.

"I don't love it, you look fucking weird. What spider has fluffy tits" Husk said, being rude to cover up his blushing face. It's clear he had a thing for Angel Dust. Just being stubborn, he didn't show it. He didn't want to.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Husk. Ya can't say much with ya...With ya...Ya just can't say much, k!" Angel Dust argued, huffing and puffing, on the bar stool and spinning away from Husk. Husk smirked and went to get another alcoholic beverage.

"Husker, my good fellow. You do realise it's only ten in the morning and you've had three drinks already." Alastor said walking out the kitchen. Sleeves rolled up and drying a wine glass. He wasn't in his usual suit, it was just a white shirt, suspenders and red trousers.

"So? You're point is?" Husk growled, looking Alastor dead in the eyes. Alastor blinked and didn't reply in defeat. Vaggie took this awkward opportunity and grabbed Alastor by the arm and dragged him to the bottom of the stairs, away from the others. In defence, He grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her hand off him, leaving her with red, deep, claw marks, drawing blood.

"Look what you've fucking done! You shit lord! Grrrr." Vaggie roared, giving Alastor a disgusted look. Nursing her bleeding wrist by grabbing it with the other hand.

"Never. Touch. Me. Again." Alastor said bluntly. No smile, no radio static, no nothing. This scared Vaggie more then anything. This was more terrifying then his real demon form. She looked up at him, shocked, and didn't say a word. Afraid. Alastor instantly snapped back to normal and patted her shoulder with a cocky smirk. "What was that you clearly wanted to tell me? That was so important, no one else could hear." He questioned.

"Tell me now. What the fuck. You did to Charlie." Vaggie said, sternly, keeping her contact and never looking away, not even for a second. She was pissed off and wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

"I did nothing, my Dear. However, it's not my fault, you're beautiful girlfriend, makes me so...How do I put this politely...Aroused...Or would another word even politer be a better pick?." Alastor's eyes glowed as he looked down at Vaggie. He watched her expression turn even more angry and she pushed past him, running up the stairs to her "sick" girlfriend's room. Going up the stairs she shouted back at him "You're already dead to me, Alastor." Alastor thought to himself. "This is going to be good, winding up Vaggie is the best type of entertainment."

Vaggie ran upstairs full speed, she made it to Charlie's floor and ran down the long corridor to where it was. Angrily she started pounding on the door. "CHARLIE. OPEN. NOW!" Vaggie shouted. Everyone in the lobby could here and started to look at each-other. Alastor listened, already entertained.

Charlie swung open her door in a panicked, shock. "Vaggie! Are you okay! Are you hurt?" Charlie worriedly said, she had a dressing gown round her and slippers on. Her hair was up in a 'messy bun' and her deep, dark eye bags, made it look like she had no sleep.

"You- YOU."  Vaggie started "YOU ARE MEANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND AND TELL ME EVERYTHING. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME MR BIG BAD SHIT LORD LIKED YOU AND IS GETTING BLOODY AROUSED BY YOU!" Vaggie screamed. Charlie held back tears, she wasn't good with verbal abuse and she had never seen Vaggie so angry.

"I- I...Vaggie...I didn't think it was important..." Charlie said in a  whisper. Slightly hiding behind her door, in fear. "I swear...I just..I." Charlie trembled. Vaggie didn't seem to care. Her 'bow horns' were out and she was in full rage.

"Ooo i'm Charlie i'm so innocent. Ha! Ha! Ha! WHAT THE FUCK CHARLIE! YOU SAID NOTHING HAPPENED! WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU DONE THEN? TELL ME." Vaggie stomped her foot on the floor right in front of Charlie, marking her quiver more.

"Um...V-Vaggie...Can you stop sh-sh-shouting...Please." Charlie whimpered, starting to tear up, plenty more. Almost on there verge of crying.

"TELL. ME. NOW."  Vaggie growled. Kicking Charlie's door open to reveal her fully, she fell on her knees from the speed the door opened. Charlie looked up at her, lips quivering. Throat all choked up. Vaggie had gone into her full demonic mode, there was no going back.

"We h-hugged and I gave him my f-friend snuggle..." Charlie admitted. She now started to sob erratically, but, this had no effect on Vaggie. She was too blinded by her own jealousy and frustration and mostly, anger.

"YOU BITCH. I- I CANT EVEN LOOK AT YOU RIGHT NOW. YOU FUCKING BABY. SO IMMATURE. GOSH!" Vaggie stormed away in complete anger and stomped down the hall and into her room, where she viciously slammed the door behind her, where it shook the whole few floors. Charlie sat there, loudly sobbing, on her knees, in her door way.

Everyone downstairs was silent. Nifty had gone down to join the others mid way through the 'fight' and they all looked at each-other with blank expressions. They heard everything. They had never heard Vaggie that angry. Charlie hadn't either, not in there two years of dating and three years of friendship. Yeh, she got angry. Never that angry.

From the shadows near Charlie's room, stood Alastor. He was heartbroken. With a bitter sweet smile on his face and eyes full of tears. He couldn't believe what he had done to his precious Charlie. All over his stupid feelings. He felt torn, selfish. Afraid of himself.

"Oh Charlie...What have I done to you."