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10

You and Al still hadn't made up. It had been a whole day. Al came up to you once or twice, but you didn't really respond. You felt bad, but he had overreacted big-time.

Now, it was 11:35 and you were on your phone. You tried to scroll through your apps, but almost every social site had gross pictures. It was hell after all. Whatever. In the mean-time you texted Angel. He mostly asked if you were okay and you two typed back and forth. You hadn't noticed, because you hadn't been on your phone much today, but it was low, really low. You sighed to yourself, you usually always had your phone charged. Whatever. It was a Hell-Phone, damn thing died every other second. Worse that the iPhones before you died. You slipped on a new pair of socks and stepped out of your room. Now where did you leave your charger? You honestly couldn't remember.

So you decided to go downstairs first. It might be in that lounging room. You yawned, opening the loud doors. At this rate, you'd wake everyone up. As silently as you could, you looked around. It was kinda creepy, even with all the lights on. None of the outlets had anything plugged into them. Damn.
So you went back upstairs. Maybe you had left it in Angel's room again. You walked down the halls. Angel's room always was a pain to remember the way to. It was confusing with all the twists and turns in this hotel. You picked your phone out of your pocket. You texted Angel, but he didn't seem to be awake. That sucked.

With that eerie deepening sound, all the lights suddenly flickered off. Fuck. You doubted anyone would notice or try to fix it. Everyone was probably already asleep. Besides Alastor. He was always out of the hotel, doing who knows what else. You jerked around, looking behind you every few seconds. It was hard for you to admit, but honestly? You were afraid of the dark. It was fucking creepy. Well, until it couldn't get more creepy...

You could feel an arm wrap around your side. You shivered. Had someone broken in? It would make sense, considering the sudden blackout. You dug your nails into their hand, and threw it away from you. Unable to see where they really were, you just backed up. Into a wall. You looked up slightly, and immediately knew who it was. Alastor. His eyes glowed dimly in the dark. You pushed yourself closer into the wall.

"Darling?" He spoke softly.
You didn't answer, but you relaxed.

"Dear, I know what I did was wrong. And I won't blame you if you say no. Do you still... love me?" He said, his eyes shifting.

You stepped closer, and wrapped your arms around him, not saying anything yet.

"I'll take that as a yes, Darling." He hugged back.

You could feel something crawl up your back. You let out a small scream, but covered your mouth half way through it. Al put a hand on your shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He said concerned.

"Al there's something on my back— a- a- spider or something-" You said in the quietest voice possible.

He turned you around and picked whatever it was off.

"It's him dear. Er... the bat." You turned around, and Swan's red accents were glowing. You tried to take him, but Swan was clung to Al's wrist. You laughed.