The deal (radiodust fan fic)

Kidnapping

Angel awoke bound to a chair in an abandoned house. 'Not even good fucking rope,' Angel sighed, looking up at the ceiling, trying to regain his bearings; this happens more often than he would like. He'd be kidnapped by some crazed fan, and he'd either stay with them until they got bored, or he'd kill them...

He wasn't in the right frame of mind to pretend. He finally found his bearings and began doing what he always does when he is kidnapped by a gang of obsessed losers.

He untied everything by extending his third set of arms. He then stood up and looked down, noticing the chains that were wrapped around his legs. He sighed and kicked at the chains, doing so over and over until the metal gave way and the chains broke. He then brushed off his lovely gown and slid out some guns he always keeps on hand for such occasions.

He stretched, giving the man time to look down the stairs and notice Angel.

They yelled for the others and ran to attack the beauty, but Angel laughed and let his bullets fly, killing the man who came down the stairs, which was four of them. He made his way up the stairs after kicking a corpse across the room.

"You know, that's not a nice thing to do to a girl like me."

His voice carried up the stairs as he mowed bitches on his way to the entrance.His voice carried up the stairs as he made his way to the entrance, mowing bitches down, but there were a lot more than usual.

'I suppose they're getting smarter... Just not that bright.'

He was mowing down demons left and right, yelping when he felt something stab them, and yelping even more when liquid was pushed into him.Angel stomped his head in and pulled the syringe out after noticing an empty syringe in his leg and the half dead guy laughing.

'Fuck fuck fuck, what the fuck was in that fucking syringe?'

He was turning red as he became even more enraged. He stopped on his way to the door, turned on his heel, and murdered
EVERYONE
IN
THE
FUCKING
BUILDING.

The more enraged he became, the more drugged poison circulated in his body. He walked outside when he was finished; it was midday, of course, and he was a thirty-minute wake away from the hotel... Thank you, God. As his vision morphed and moved, Angel began smoking heavily on his cigarettes in an attempt to stave off the poison. He could see eyes, and the light bothered him...

This was some seriously potent shit... He might even enjoy it if his fight-or-flight response hadn't triggered this reaction... It was terrifying right now, feeling his heart beat fast in his throat.
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Alastor spent the majority of the night in his office, only coming out briefly in the morning to begin defrosting the food he will prepare for Angel dust. Alastor smiled, his mouth beginning to salivate. He couldn't stop himself, and he dashed up the stairs to Angel's room.

He knocked quietly enough not to wake the sleeping beauty, but loud enough for his knock to be convincing. He then entered the room, accompanied by swanky jazz. He took a look around and made his way to the bed. Angel wasn't in his bed. In annoyance, his eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched.

Alastor then smiled, pleased that Angel is at ease enough to come into his manor in Alastor's Manor to visit him more frequently. Alastor rose and walked up to his own door, turning on his heel. He entered his lovely home and went through each room of the manor. The longer he spent looking for Angel, the more his stomach curled, a deep sickness that he barely feels anymore.... Concern...