Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 45

"Seriously?" Charlie asked.

Vaggie was almost shellshocked. She didn't know what to expect from him when she began interrogating him, but this definitely wasn't it.

"How... uhm, how long have you been dating?" Charlie asked wearily, a sheepish smile. Now feeling a little bad on his behalf.

"About half a year? Give or take." He answered.

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asked gently, sincerely somewhat happy for him. Love was a wonderful part of existing sometimes, and it did her heart well to know he had the capacity for it.

"When we met she had just gotten out of a very bad relationship." He said. "Neither of us wanted many people to know because she was going through enough on her own and didn't need added stress."

"You've been inconsistent at work because... you're seeing your girlfriend?" Vaggie reiterated, seemingly not even agitated at him anymore. More surprised and a little confused, than anything.

"Yes. I can't really sugar coat it. I'm usually with her when I'm not here."

"Where is she?" Charlie asked. "Is she okay?"

"She's home. She's fine." He said. Well, he wasn't completely lying to them.

"Why didn't-" she began to ask, but their conversation about Alastor's love life was cut short by the sound of somebody outside, banging loudly on the boarded up windows.

"Help me!! PLEASE!!" The demon called out. They sounded hysterical, frantic and terror-stricken. Desperately slamming their fists against the barricaded glass. "Let me in, please somebody let me in they're gonna fucking kill me!! Help me!! HELP ME!!!"

"Shit..." Vaggie huffed in concern. "We can't just take the barricades down."

"I don't want to just leave them out there, either."  She said, standing up on her toes to peak out through a small gap in the wood. There stood a mantis-like demon, looking to be very shaken up; still screaming and begging. Blood smeared and dripping down the side of his head but it was hard to see where the actual injury was. The look in his eyes was full of nothing but sheer panic and primal, survival instinct.

"Charlie I understand why you want to let him in, but that's opening ourselves to the greater chance of those angels flocking here." Alastor stated.

"DEAR GOD I BEG OF YOU SOMEONE HEL-!!!" The demon screamed. Only for his gurgling cries to be cut short by the steel of an angel spear piercing through the sinners head; shattering the glass window as the body fell against it and the blade of the spear bursting through the board of wood. Mere inches from Charlie's face, who squeaked in surprise as she suddenly jumped back. Startled by the occurrence.

She stared wide-eyed at the blade and rod just sticking out of panel, taking a few steps back. Alastor made the first step forward, watching it carefully while nobody else moved or made a sound. Waiting for any sign of further distress from right outside. Al reached for the spear, grasping the cool metal rod with the intent of pulling it through and keeping the weapon. Just as he begun to pull, however, the spear was yanked back harshly in the other direction. The edge of the blade just nicking his cheek and slicing through his palm; pulling a small chunk of the wood with it.

Alastor instinctively winced and retracted his hand muttering something unintelligible as the pain of his wounds. Not wanting to unclench his fist and look at the damage, he watched the blood begin to ooze and drip down from his hand. Looking back up through the break in the wood to see an exterminator angel on the other side. Its mask bearing a large, cheshire grin with two x's for eyes. Meeting Alastor's gaze, its grin widening. His heart sank a little further when he looked just behind the angels head and saw a few more several feet behind that one, all coming this way.