Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 4

Brightness all the way up or it won't look right.

A little bit of lighting practice to make it look more alive...Im not really the best at coloring, I just sorta throw colors down and hope for the best, so I spent a little bit of time on this one.

This whole thing from start to finish took me maybe 1.5 hr to complete (color wise). The sketch took me like 10 minutes maybe.

Fawn's POV

His narrowed gaze was terrifying. The longer he stared at me the more uneasy I felt.

Then that psycho smile lessened into a more thoughtful one, and he hummed absentmindedly.

He put the lowered knife back into his vest and took his knee off my pancreas. His fist left my throat, instead sliding under my back as he gently helped me up.

"Ok then, uppsy-daisy," he said, that malicious tone he held only moments prior completely disappearing.

I allowed him to help me up, my body still quivering slightly from crying and from fear. My eyes felt a bit sore and I had a blank expression on my face.

His voice brought my attention back to him, "alright, dear, assuming you're not lying to me...if I house you while you try and find your way home, will you promise to do so promptly?" He asked.

Looking up at him, I was wondering what his angle was. Just seconds ago he wanted to stab me to death, and now he's offering me his house?

"What's the catch..." I mumbled, dropping my eyes to my hands. Keeping eye contact with him now is beyond difficult.

He clicked his tongue, "for as long as you need, you may use my house until you can figure out how to get home. If I find that you at any point lied to me-about anything-I will kill you."

The way he said it so nonchalantly was disturbing.

Finally I raised my eyes to meet his stare, "and if there's no way for me to get home...?" I asked, to which his smile immediately widened.

I got the message.

My throat felt dry and I wrung my hands in my lap. He stood up, and I followed his lead, facing him once we were both standing.

Looking up at him I realized I really am fully at his mercy...whatever he wants, whatever he tells me to do, I have to do it if I want to survive.

And that's terrifying.

He held his hand towards me, raising an eyebrow as he smirked down at me, "it's a deal, then?"

Glancing at his outstretched hand, I furrowed my brows. Sighing, my eyes shut and I quickly reached forward and grabbed his hand, sealing my fate.

"Wonderful," he purred.

It's the only option I had.

If I refused his deal, he would've killed me, I'm sure of it. However, I know-and I think he knows-that I have absolutely no ideas for how I'm going to get home.

I barely even know how I got here.

Him finding out about a lie isn't something I have to worry about-but if I can't figure out a way home, and fast, my entire life is now on borrowed time.

I might as well be wearing a countdown on my chest.

Prolonging my now inevitable death is probably the cowardly thing to do-but what else am I supposed to do? Just let him murder me the first chance he gets?

The longer I thought about it, the tighter my throat felt. A new wave of tears sprouted behind my eyes, worming their way to the surface.

He released my hand, and I opened my eyes to look up at him. The moment I caught sight of him, everything solidified in my brain, becoming painfully real.