You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

Everything's dark

Once they arrived at Alastor's home and Alastor closed the door behind them he was about to leave her bags in her room but Charlie followed the man; just to be sure he wouldn't peek at her dress.

He left the bags there and Charlie was staring at him from behind while leaning against the doorframe.

When he turned around he saw her and half smiled. "When will you want to go to the club, dear?" Walked towards her with his hands behind his back.

"How about we start to get dressed now?"

"Sounds good to me." He nodded and was passing by Charlie to exit her room when she grabbed his collar and pulled him with considerable strength. He had to put his hand against the door frame to not squish Charlie against it.

"But first-" She touched his lips with hers and kissed him tenderly.

Alastor was still confused with the sudden kiss, with his eyes widened; until he began to relax and reciprocate the kiss.

As she broke it she sealed it with a slight and fast kiss.

"Now, I will get ready!" She gave a little jump and put her hands together all giggly and excited. She didn't know why she suddenly reacted like that, maybe it was because she would dance with the man she was in love with...

"Alright, I will get ready too." He chuckled seeing how adorable the girl was. As he turned around Charlie gently went to close the door. She wanted to surprise him.

As both of them were changing, Alastor was wearing his shirt, when he looked at his bed. Flashes of what happened made him blush and look away.

When had he become so vulnerable around her? Vulnerable because he, for the first time in his whole life, was actually enjoying someone's company to the point he was kissing and doing things with them.

He frowned a bit. Why Charlie? From all the people around him, why was Charlie the only one he did those things with. Why did it bother him seeing her with Phillip?

Alastor was putting on and adjusting his bowtie until he stopped completely. He looked over his shoulder to the wardrobe under the window.

There's a specific thing he didn't do for a good while... And why was that? Was it because of Charlie?

He slowly walked towards it and opened it. He looked at the leather gloves under some clothes and slowly touched them. The frown on his expressions, slowly turned into a smile. He missed it, he always missed it - his smile suddenly vanished and he stopped his hand over the gloves.

Her smile showed up in his mind, her giggle... What was happening to him?

He closed his drawer and kept his hand over the holder. He was thinking about her and everything they did earlier... How come she was able to influence him to actually do it, and how it felt... Good somehow? The adrenaline, the way his body reacted to her; everything was crazy for him and how could he do it all?

He chuckled and placed his finger on the middle of the glasses frame; adjusting it.

So that was the 'charming' most of the men said that women have. How charming they were, almost they were enchanted. Maybe Alastor was enchanted by Charlie, maybe—

The lights turned off, bringing Alastor back to real life, soon he heard a knock on his door after a thunder cracked and the flash of lightning lit up his room. He was so concentrated on his own thoughts that he didn't even notice how stormy it was outside now.

"Come in." He placed his hands over the drawer, he had his shirt and pants on.

"What happened?"