Damned (Alastor x OC)

Ch 52

Here's an update for my tethered to you people— an update on Angelica! (Or "Gilly" pronounced Jilly)— but I figured I'd show you guys what she looks like all grown up and a bit of her personality.

Y'all my next story idea is plaguing me. I can't wait to introduce my new character, y'all are gonna love her.

Her initials are E. A. A.

Stay tuned~

Alastor's POV

My eyes snapped open and I gasped.

Sitting up quickly, my hand went over my chest and I tried to slow my heartbeat.

Did I have a nightmare...? I can't remember...where am I...?

Looking around, I was in my room.

Wait...my room?

Immediately I looked down at my hands, and my eyes widened when my skin was a warm brown instead of a sickly grey. Regular fingernails... no claws.

I flexed my hand, but still...no claws.

Hm...

I flicked my wrist, trying to use my powers but...nothing happened.

Was it all a dream...? No...me dying, I—there's no way it was a dream, I'm dead...

I felt my body, and my hair and my face. I'm real...

I counted my fingers...five on each hand. This all feels so real, so...what am I missing, why does it feel like this isn't right?

Throwing the covers off of me, I slid out of bed. I am...fully dressed in my day clothing. That's odd. A quick glance out the window tells me what time it is...night.

Suddenly there was the sound of...something...downstairs. Quickly, I grabbed my serrated hunting knife, opening my door quietly.

My brows furrowed at the noises...like something in the kitchen. Or someone...there's a voice...are they singing?

A girl...?

Why is there a female in my house...I live alone.

Slowly I crept down the hall, quietly, stepping over each spot I knew may creak or make noise. The noise only got louder as I made my way down the stairs.

I flipped the knife in my hand, positioning it to where I could kill whoever was here easily.

Rounding the corner that leads to the kitchen, I saw the woman...she looks...odd.

Long brown hair went down her back, curling at the ends. She swayed her hips slightly, and she was very tiny.

I had at least a foot on her, but I am pretty tall. She was dressed strangely...her clothing looks nothing like any woman I've ever seen would wear.

But it hugged her beautifully—wait...what? Why...who is this person?

In my confusion, I lowered the knife, just tilting my head as I watched her maneuver around, humming softly. The song was nothing I recognized.

Suddenly she turned around, and gasped, nearly dropping the dish she was cleaning when she saw me.

Warm, tan skin and caramel eyes. The most beautiful face I've ever seen...light freckles spotted her nose and partly on her cheeks.

"Alastor!" She fussed, and then chuckled, "you scared the fuck out of me, what are you doing just standing there?"

I blinked in surprise at the curse she just threw at me, but then my eyes widened.