You'll Never Find Me (Charlastor)

Alastor's Truth

WARNINGS: Abuse, sexual abuse, death, murder, graphic depiction of violence, gore, blood, non-consensual touching and almost r*pe.

Please be aware of those warnings before reading! I don't want any of you guys having triggers or such ;.;
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As Alastor began to wake up, unconsciously his hand slid over the sheets, trying to grab something but the only thing he got was the other pillow. He brought it to him and hugged, placing the tip of his nose against it. But the smell his subconscious was "looking for" wasn't there, it was actually vanishing from it. He woke up; and looked down at his arms to see he was holding the pillow just as he would hold Charlie.

He pursed his lips and released it. He was still thinking about that demon?! He got up , sitting on the edge of the bed and placed his hands over his eyes, softly rubbing them.

He sighed as he remembered what happened yesterday; was that part of Charlie's thing? Make him think about her as if he misses her? He frowned and got up. As he put his feet over the floor, he felt a fabric under them. He looked down and saw her dress. He pursed his lips in an angry manner and grabbed it, throwing it over the bed. He got dressed and walked towards the kitchen. He looked around and saw his clothes on the ground.

He put his hand over his face and slid his fingers to his hair. He forgot his glasses in the bedroom; he could cook without them for now.

Even if Alastor wanted to keep his mind away from her, he kept rewinding what happened yesterday, how it happened and why it happened. He had intercourse with a demon, he had a demon in his house, a liar; how could he be so naive?

He felt angry, disgusted, annoyed. Thinking about it now wouldn't help at all; it would just be a way to feel more and more annoyed. He should concentrate on things he could handle, for example: his breakfast.

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As soon as Alastor stomped into the studio, Irene saw him alone, and raised her eyebrow.

"Good Morning, Alastor."

"Good Morning, Irene." He smiled at the woman, put his card to clock-in work and put it back to the card holder.

"May I ask, where's Charlotte?" She was looking the man up and down, to see if there's anything different with him.

"She went back to her homeland." He said with a smile while walking towards the stairs.

"Did you two break up?" Irene went directly to the point.

"Aren't you a curious woman? But I guess that is what it is called." He shrugged and laughed with good humor which left Irene confused and frowning at him.

As he vanished into the stairs she grabbed the telephone and called Marie.

"Marie, guess who's back in the market?"

As Alastor entered the second floor, all the eyes went to him. He had his normal smile on his face but people noticed something was missing. Alastor said good morning to everyone in the room as usual, but the female eyes were wondering, they looked confusedly towards the man.

The brunette proceeded to enter the studio room where Roger was already controlling the sound table to make sure everything was working just fine.

"Morning, Roger." Alastor said.

"Morning Alastor, Morning Charlie." Roger said while turning and pressing some buttons; but he didn't hear the girl's reply, which made the man stop for a second and look in the direction of the brunette.