Crossing the Thresholds: Alastor x reader love story

Part 11 ~ Hunting and Killing the Prey

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"If I don't... he'll try again. He'll try to kill me again. He has my DNA, once I fall asleep he can control my dreams. I don't know how he's doing it, but he is! I need to hunt him down and kill this sick son of a bitch! If it's the last thing I do!"

They all saw how determined I was, especially Alastor. He could see the thirst for blood being spilt in my eyes. Him of all people would know, he's felt that passion to kill someone. I mean, that's kinda how he even got the name 'The Radio Demon'.

About a week later-
It's been about a week of no sleep. For some reason, it hasn't been that hard, Interesting. Five finally decided to show up. According to him, the world is gonna end soon and he was looking for a way to stop it. When is there not an impeccable apocalypse waiting to kill everyone? I roll my eyes at the thought. Anyways, back to the task at hand. I was pacing back and forth in the library, in the hotel. I had a whiteboard up writing down notes, solutions, etc, etc. I had a bulletin board up on the wall, pictures and pieces of newspaper on it, red string going from place to place on the board. I could feel people's presence but didn't care.

I hear Charlie speak up, "Y/n, are you okay? You've been locked up in her for days on end."

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I wave her off. I started writing something else on the board. 

Alastor came up from behind me and set a hand on my shoulder. I guess I really was tense and on edge, because I jumped, took Alastor's hand that was on my shoulder, and flipped him in the air, causing him to do a 360 while I was still holding his hand. He landed on his back on the ground, with a groan.

I noticed it was Alastor after what I did, I gasped. "Oh shit! Alastor I'm so sorry!" I helped Alastor to his feet while rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

I suddenly hear Angel laughing his ass off. And soon landed on the floor crying tears of laughter, still laughing his ass off. Alastor didn't like that one bit, so he had one of his shadow demons lift him up and throw him across the room, hitting a bookshelf. Angel fell on the floor with books falling on top of him. I giggled at what I just witnessed.

Alastor turned to me and spoke, "It's quite alright, my dear! But I do suggest taking a break, you've been on edge for a while. Not knowing that I was behind you for instance. With your powers, you should've recognized me instantly!"

I sighed, "I know. It's just... I need to find Jeremy before he can kill anyone else. Or me! I didn't know it would be so fucking hard to find him!"

"We know hun. But you need to rest." Charlie said.

"No! I can't- if I do he can easily get out of my grasp. I'm so close to finding him! I just need a little longer." I went back to writing some more shit on the board.

Alastor took my pen, putting it in his coat pocket. He took both my hands in his. "Darling, you need to rest. You're overworking yourself. You hunt him better once you get some rest."

"Alastor, it's so very sweet of you to worry about me, but I'm fine. All I need to do is find this asshole and kill him. Can't be too hard."

"Says the person who's been literally obsessed with hunting this guy down for a week." Vaggie said.

I growled at her, my eyes turned red and black, ready to pounce. Vaggie started to back up, slightly scared, while Alastor held onto my waist, trying to pull me back.

Klaus came up to me, putting his hand on my shoulder, "Girl, you're so on edge that you're about to kill Vaggie."

I sighed, calming down just a bit. Only to hear Vaggie say, "I'm right though." under her breath. I started growling again, only to have Alastor jump in front of me, holding me tight. I had my arms out in front of me still growling but died down when Alastor started petting my hair and made shushing sounds, telling me everything is okay. I relax into Alastor's arms, hugging his chest. We collapsed to the floor, me still in his arms. Everyone looked at us like we were crazy, or grew four heads.