Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 15

Aria's POV

Absentmindedly, I placed books back onto the library shelves. My mind was elsewhere, trapped in the puzzle that is my lost memories.

I can't stop thinking about my most recent memory.

I got close that time...so close. That specific memory that Alastor triggered seemed to chip away at the fog in my mind.

Clearing up one very important part of my life...that I did have someone that lived with me in that house.

Something else that I can't seem to get past...is the fact that every single memory I get...Alastor triggers it.

He's always there. It's always because of something he does.

I wasn't paying any attention as I placed these books back in their places, and nearly fell over after I bumped into someone.

"Shit!" I hissed softly, the remaining book in my hands falling and hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Looking up, I saw Angel. He stared at me with wide eyes, blinking slowly. I opened my mouth to say sorry, but then froze.

My gaze transferred to where his hand was, lingering on the spine of a history novel. His other set of arms was also full of educational books.

I tilted an eyebrow, slowly bending down and grabbing my book. Angel's eyes shifted to the book, and lit up.

"Oh, I was lookin for that!" He said excitedly. Once again I felt perplexed.

I'm currently holding a biography on the life of cleopatra.

Doesn't Angel read...porn?

I handed it to him, and he thanked me, but met my eyes after. He narrowed his gaze.

"Ya neva saw me here toots," he whispered lowly, "and if ya did I was ova in the porn section, got it?" He hissed, and I know he was trying to threaten me, but I couldn't help but cover my mouth to stifle a giggle.

"I won't tell, Angel, don't worry," I chuckled softly and his glare dropped as he flashed me a smile.

"Much appreciated, babe," he said, sauntering past me. Then he paused, turned to face me halfway.

"Oh...and Charlie was lookin for ya," he added, then disappeared around the shelf. I pursed my lips, just standing alone in the isle.

Then I sighed, turning to head up to her office.

Once I reached her door, I knocked.

"It's open!" She chirped from the other side, and I opened it, slipping into the office.

The brightly painted walls, rainbow accents, and beanbag chairs were......interesting.

The inside of this room was like...the opposite of the hotel's aesthetic.

But it perfectly represented Charlie, that's for sure.

"Oh, hey! I was looking for you earlier," she said, a big smile on her face. I nodded.

"So I heard...what'd you need me for?" I asked her, approaching her desk.

She motioned for me to sit, and I glanced at the beanbag next to me. Then, slowly, I sat.

Immediately I sunk down, and awkwardly looked up at her from my lowered height.

"Alrighty! So, this Friday I am arranging a bonding activity for everyone in the hotel," she started, and I nearly rolled my eyes. Her bonding activities are always so childish...