Haunted (Alastor x OC)

Ch 87

A moment frozen in time...

Aria's POV

I tried to lunge for him, but suddenly there were hands on my arms, holding me back.

I looked over my shoulder, panic striking through my heart.

"Eliot get the fuck off of me! Let me go!" I kicked and left out a frustrated cry before breaking down into sobs. He pulled me back into his chest, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug.

I looked around helplessly, then my eyes fell back onto Alastor. He coughed and blood splattered the floor where he was kneeling.

Why isn't he healing?!

"Alastor, heal yourself!" I begged him, but then Rosaline laughed. My eyes flicked to her and I've never felt the desire to murder someone before, but in that moment I think I could've torn her to pieces.

"I'm afraid he won't be doing that...I have friends in the dark, so I know how to hurt him where it counts..." she said, and then smiled wider, "I wanted you gone...so I killed you the first time. You couldn't have just stayed away...?" She asked, approaching him.

I struggled against Eliot's hold, but he's too strong. I looked at Jake and he had bloodlust in his eyes as he stared at Alastor.

Of course. There's no getting through to him.

"Holy bullets...from the Vatican," she said. Alastor raised his head, blood pooling from his mouth and falling down his face. He coughed again.

Then he smiled.

"Rosaline, ma fleur, pourquoi fais-tu ça? n'étais-je pas bon avec toi?" He asked her softly, his voice wavering slightly. (Rosaline, my flower, why are you doing this? was I not good to you?)

Whatever he said to her made her falter. The smile on her face lessened and was replaced with a strained expression.

"Je t'ai fait confiance... tu as tué des gens..." she whispered back, "you're a monster..." she finished in English. (I trusted you...you killed people...)

His eyes widened and just then my back door opened and the priest walked in.

"Jake, help Father Ezekiel hold the demon." Rosaline said, her voice cold.

"I got father from the Vatican as well," she purred, and just then my eyebrows furrowed.

"Rosaline." I said, and she turned to me. The moment our eyes met I saw my childhood. The woman I grew up with...she was a witch.

And a liar.

"How did you even have the proof to take to the Vatican?" I asked her lowly, and she blinked. In my peripheral I could see Jake and the priest grab both of Alastor's arms, holding him up and restraining him.

He almost looked like he was getting crucified.

"Well, I may have sent some men to kill you, dear," she started, "but I wasn't actually aiming to hurt you, honey, I knew he'd show himself..." she said and my heart dropped in disbelief.

"And when he did...I caught that on video. I took that to the Vatican, and they gave me this," she held up the gun, turning it to the side.

It was brandished with a cross on the side.

"And him," she motioned to the priest.

I shook my head, "why? What did he ever do to you, he protected you!" I shouted at her, and she chuckled.

"He killed so many people, Aria, more than we could ever count. He did it because he liked it. Whatever lies he told you...forget them."

"He never lied to me!" I screamed and she turned to face me fully. Her slow steps clicked as she approached. I heard Alastor snarl in the background, but I was focused on her.