Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 60

I thought that I could change your mind. Though my intentions were selfish, I truly believed that you were my friend. I never was good enough for you...and I never would be. I guess I never would have realized that if you hadn't

Blown my heart straight out of my chest.

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Alastor's POV

Man, how did I ever sleep without Fawn before? Without her in bed with me, it's just cold and empty...

Since she went downstairs, I can't seem to fully fall back asleep. I'll drift off for a second, but then something snaps me back awake.

Like I can't fully relax without knowing she's here with me.

After a few more minutes of restless tossing and turning, I sigh and sit up with a grimace on my face.

"How long does it take to drink some tea, woman..." I grumbled, pushing the blankets off my legs to go check on her.

Hell, she's probably watching the rain. That girl gets distracted over the most minuscule things...but, oh, it makes her so lovable.

I used my palms to rub the sleep out of my eyes as I descended the stairs, taking in a deep breath that turned into a yawn as I slapped my hand against the wall looking for the light switch.

"Fawn?" I called tiredly, finally finding and turning on the light.

The living room lit up and there was no sign of her.

My eyes narrowed, my attention slowly getting sharper as I looked across the room for any indication she'd been there.

None.

Okay...maybe she's in the kitchen.

Walking a bit further, I rounded the corner to the kitchen and noticed the light was already on.

Oh, good, she is—

Not...in here...

The empty kitchen was a concerning sight, and suddenly the house felt eerily quiet.

"Fawn..." I said slowly, taking cautious steps into the kitchen, "answer me, baby, where are you..."

My words began to sound worried, and my fists clenched and unclenched at my sides.

Don't lose your head, Alastor...she's in this house of yours somewhere...she has to be.

"Darling...honey, this isn't funny, don't hide from me..." I chuckled warily, searching through my halls and the empty rooms.

Each time I entered one without a sign of her, my throat felt tighter.

I checked the spare room, my office, the rec room, my other living room...she is not here.

Finally, my eyes widened and I wove through the halls to find a door I keep thoroughly locked.

My cellar.

When I got to it, the door was still locked tight, but my anxiety was telling me to just check...just to make sure.

So, swiftly I got the keys and unlocked each padlock, letting them fall to the floor.

"If you are down here, you naughty girl, I will punish you...this is a room not meant for such sweet eyes, no no no," I chuckled, speaking under my breath to myself as I tried to lighten the situation.

If she's somehow gotten down here, she must be scared...I've gotta help her out, she must be scared...

The last lock fell to the floor with a thud and I threw the door open. The stench of rotting flesh wafted up the stairs, but I didn't even flinch.