His Guardian Demon

2

I started hanging out in the background while Alastor did his radio show thing on day three of being with him. What else was I supposed to do, stay in his house by myself? Hell no, that was way to weird for me. At this point it had only been six days and I still didn't really know what was so bad about Alastor. He seemed normal and friendly, very charming and charismatic. Either he was good at hiding things or I was terrible at observing things. There had to be something going on, or I wouldn't need to be here. 

There were things that he said on the show that were slightly off putting. He did a part were he talked about instances of homicide within the city, and just by the way he talked about it I kew that was the kind of thing he was interested in. It had kind of a bloodthirsty, excited feel to it, and while it unnerved me a tiny bit, at least I knew I wasn't wasting time. I might be getting somewhere. It was kind of ridiculous that I had to figure out myself what made this guy immoral and terrible, but whatever. It wasn't like I had control over it.

"Anddd that's a wrap," Alastor said, pushing his chair back from his work space. He looked at me, sitting upside down on the only other chair in the room and laughed. "Someone's bored, I see."

I rolled my eyes and shifted myself to sit upright. "I'm bored eighty percent of the time, get used to it."

Alastor put his hands up in mock surrender. "No need to be so feisty, dear," he laughed, "it's only an observation. Cheer up, you won't be bored for long, I have a little errand to run."

I felt myself perk up at little, involuntarily interested. "Errand? What kind of errand?"

"You'll see." This man had the nerve to wink at me before standing up and walking out of the room.

"Ugh!" I huffed, hurrying out after him. Really? Even running errands was a mysterious thing with him.

Someone's a little dramatic, I thought, mocking his tone in my head. The way he said it made it sound like it could be something interesting, though, so now I had to see what he meant. I mean, he did say I wouldn't bored for long.

"Are we going home first?" I asked when I finally caught up to him. As those words were leaving my mouth, Alastor managed to flag a taxi down. Thankfully it wasn't the same driver from before- We hadn't seen that guy since my first day on the job.

"Yes, we are," he replied, opening the car door, "Ladies first."

"Finally, a straight answer," I mumbled as I passed him, sliding into the far seat.

"What was that, darling?" Alastor got in and leaned towards me, a hand behind his ear for dramatic effect. "You're mumbling again, it's starting to bum me out."

"Nothing that concerns you," I said, making a flicking motion at him, "You're in my space again."

It had only been six days, but there were already things that peeved both of us about the other. Alastor hated that I mumbled so often, and most of the time in Spanish, and I have a thing about my personal space. Don't be in my bubble or you'll be sorry. He was very frequently in my bubble and I really couldn't do what I'd normally do to solve that problem, I wasn't allowed to.

"Stop mumbling and I'll leave you be," he chuckled. I glared at him out of the corner of my eye.

"I will mumble whenever I goddamn please, thanks. Watch it buddy."

Alastor shifted to sit upright in his own seat. "Fine, fine. You're no fun."

"Thanks." I crossed my arms and cast my gaze out the window.

"That wasn't a-" 

"Well I took it as a compliment, so there you go." I glanced at him again and he just smiled and shook his head at me.