One week later:
She sleeps peacefully. He shows up once again, watching her silently. He liked this human. That is not normal for him. Weather or not she had his ring, he still felt connected to her in a way. He was to say less, attracted to the small girl. Vey attracted. The more the days went by, the more of these "visions" he began having.
These visions always included this little girl. A little girl with a bunny plush. He doesn't recall seeing her before and it dwelled on him. In the last few days, he has come to a conclusion that something happened when he came back from earth years ago. Something happened and the only person who knows is Lucifer.
Alastor sighs, deciding to enjoy this moment before getting too angry. He liked seeing her plush body placed against the bedding, her hair sprawled across the pillow. Her skin practically glistened in the morning sunlight, begging him to have a taste. Her sweet scent made him animalistic in a way. He could barely control himself around her.
Her soft snores soothed his lewd thoughts. On the other hand, he had become interested in the girl, as in wanting to know more about her and why she is alone in the middle of the woods with no one around. He wanted to know about her paints placed around the room. What she was really thinking about him and how this can entertain him for a while more.
For several days, he would follow her around. He was actually quite ashamed at first, watching her every minute of the day. But then it became an obsession. He needed to see her. He had to. He knew she went on walks to the pond three miles away from the cabin, sitting in the lush green grass doodling in her notebook. She picked wild flowers, pressing them between books. She cooked a lot, he noticed too.
One night she began to cook Jambalaya and it caught him by surprise. He didn't think humans of this era even knew how to make it. While he watched her, he waited for something unusual to happen, but no. She was simply a girl living alone.
He sits down on the edge of her bed, brushing the hair out of her face lightly. He leans down closer, eventually laying down beside her. She stirs in her sleep, but not waking up. He takes a deep breath slowly, pulling her close to him.
This is very ungentlemanly like him, but he can't help it. He needs to be close to her. She snuggles closer, not realizing what she's doing, or who she's with. She yawns quietly, smiling in her sleep. His heart beats faster.
"You are mine darling." He whispers to her, kissing her forehead.
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He Was Always There(Alastor)
Romance(Art not mine) Abandoned at a young age, she was taken in by a certain demon who had other intentions. Elizabeth felt as if she was missing a piece of her and her life after she was 12, but she could never figure it out. One night she was encountere...
