Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 24

Aria's POV

After our moment in the street, Alastor said we should probably head back to the hotel...

Tell them all the truth.

However, he wanted to walk. It was a very long, very nice walk.

He recounted the many times he had tried to jog my memory, and even told me about the little spell mishap.

"You turned me into a baby?" I laughed, and shook my head, "god, you're dumb," I giggled.

"Hey! I—" he paused and then huffed, "I'm the one who can read Latin..." he grumbled, squeezing my hand lightly.

I laughed again, "not very well apparently!"

He chuckled, then, and the hotel finally came into view. I sighed, knowing this is going to be confusing to explain.

Alastor walked up to the door, opening it. He let me step in, then stepped in after me, shutting the door softly.

The lobby was dark, and I wondered if they were even home yet.

That is, until the lights flicked on and I gasped as a blur of pink and white flew past me and then there was a loud slam.

I spun around, my eyes widening at the sight of Angel holding Alastor off the ground by the collar of his suit.

Alastor's eyes were wide open, and he snarled at Angel.

Angel didn't seem to be threatened, and he growled back.

"Ya think you can just go around hurtin people, jackass?! You think ya have that authority!" He pulled Alastor up and slammed him back into the wall, making a large crack appear.

"I'll fuckin kill ya! I'll put so many holes in you ya damn mama won't recognize ya, fottuto bastardo figlio di puttana! She aintcha fuckin plaything!" (You fucking bastard motherfucker!)

Quickly I ran over to them, "Angel! Put him down!" I said worriedly, taking his wrist that had Alastor's coat balled up into my hand.

He looked over at me, pure hatred in his eyes as he glanced from me to Alastor.

"This bastard didn't put his hands on you did he? All he did was say some nasty words, yea? I'll put some led in his mouth!" He slammed Alastor into the wall again, looking back to him fully, "that'll shut him up!"

I put my other hand on Angel's back, running my claws down gently, "Angel, honey, he didn't say anything, put him down please," I asked, calming my voice.

Alastor growled and I watched shadows crawl from his hands but one sharp look from me had them pulling back.

Angel was breathing heavily, and then the wild look in his eyes relaxed. He slowly let Alastor down, and turned to me, taking my face up into his hands.

His other set of hands dusted my dress off and checked me for injuries.

"Are ya ok? You got tears all ova ya face, com'ere," he said before squishing me into his chest fluff in a tight hug.

"I was so worried aboutcha, but Charlie said that we needed t' "let smiles handle it"," he said, mocking Charlie's voice, and I laughed.

"Angel I'm ok...and thanks for keeping his secret the best out of the three of you," I pulled away and nudged him, throwing him a small wink.

His mouth fell open and he looked between Alastor and I.

"Y-you...he...ya remember him? Er- I mean if ya don't, ya shouldn't be rememberin shit, there ain't shit to remember—"