Love Me Not (Alastor x OC)

Ch 1

Fawn's POV

Falling.

I'm still falling.

The impact that I was waiting for never came, though the atmosphere around me seemed to change. The cold rain stopped and was replaced by a warmth that just kept getting hotter.

Wind whipped around my head, tussling my hair. After a moment longer, I let my eyes open and instead of the night sky, I saw endless red above me.

I was overtaken with confusion, but that didn't last long before I finally collided with solid ground. Every molecule of air was forced from my lungs, causing me to gasp painfully.

It took me a few minutes to regain my breath, in that time I was bombarded with sounds and smells. The smell of sulfur and blood, and sounds of screeching tires accompanied by gunshots and screaming.

Once I could finally breathe again, I was able to sit up properly and look around. All around me were tall buildings that looked like they'd seen better days, bright and flashing neon signs along with many people- er... "people" walking around.

Each thing walking around looked wildly obscene, none of their features matching that of a regular human.

Some had humanistic features, while others just looked wildly off the mark with what my brain could comprehend as reality.

"What the fuck..." I whispered, my eyes narrowing as I looked around.

Then I looked up, squinting as I tried to see anything other than red sky. But there was nothing, no stars, no sun...just red...and a large spinning pentagram.

Using my hands, I felt around me. The gravel under my palms felt real, and the pain in my back and legs felt real...the smells smelled real and the sounds sounded real...

Yet my brain is having and awfully difficult time computing this scenery.

Slowly, I stood up. My legs wobbled and shook, not to mention hurt like a bitch...where even am I?

One hand went to my head as I winced in response to a pounding headache. Then, I turned and saw a huge, bright flashing sign that read,

Welcome...to Hell.

My mouth fell open, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This is hell?

It's a lot more...domestic...than what I thought it would be. There are stores, shops, studios and streets. I mean, it was chaos all around me but honestly it just reminded me of home...

Home...

My eyes widened and I gasped as everything came back to me, "Alastor!" I exclaimed, remembering why I'd even sent myself here in the first place.

Quickly, I looked down at my hand, practically melting with relief once I saw that my engagement ring had followed me down and still sat beautifully on my finger.

Though, the little claws on my fingers were new. They weren't too long, but they looked sharp enough to kill. Their color was like an ombré peachy nude, getting more opaque towards the tip.

I flexed my fingers and watched the claws grow longer before I relaxed and they went back to normal. Hm...that's cool, I guess.

My next instinct was to find a mirror and look at myself. God, I hope I don't look too different...it's already going to be a hassle finding him. I don't want to make it even harder by not even looking like myself...hopefully he still remembers.

For me, it feels like years since I've seen him even though it's only been hours. For him, it's been actual decades since he's seen my face...for all I know, I'm nothing but a ghost to him...a lost memory that he can feel but can never quite recover from the depths of his mind.