He Was Always There(Alastor)

Who are you

She wakes up hours later laying on top of something warm. She smiles, hugging her pillows in which in return they shift beneath her. Her eyes fling open to see red. Red and black. Looking further up the body she sees none other than Alastor himself. He smiles down at her. 

"Why good morning love!" He says, his radio-like voice deeper than usual.

Flustered, Elizabeth rolls off the bed, hitting the floor with a plop, causing the demon to chuckle as he sits up. 

"Are you alright darling?" He asks, holding back more laughs as she looks up at him with bewilderment and shock. 

"I uh, I'm sorry. Wait, what are you doing here?" She asks him. He ignores her question, gently picking her up, setting her back down on the bed like a child. 

"Umm-" Elizabeth mumbles, watching Alastor carefully as he brushes off his suit standing up. 

"Now, my darling Elizabeth. We need to have a talk about that ring of yours and why you are here." He says pacing around the room. She looks at him with confusion.

"Wh-what do you mean?" She stutters out. He sighs. He walks back over to her, grabbing her arms pulling her up unexpectedly. The sudden closeness flusters Elizabeth as she remembers what happened last time. 

"I shall fix you up a meal before we dive into your memories, sound alright with you? Alrighty then!" He says not letting her answer.

On his way to the kitchen with a confused Elizabeth following behind him he grins to himself. Yes, he remembers exactly what he did to the poor girl, not regretting a single second of the "fun". Her body would willingly give herself to him completely. He knew what buttons to push to make her whimper beneath him. He huffs to himself. Bad Alastor, no lewd thoughts.

He rummages through the fridge searching for the eggs. Though he doesn't fancy human food, he does appreciate cooking for a young lady from time to time. He sits her down at the table, using his magic to set the table, placing a napkin on her front and starts frying the eggs, toasting the toast, and cooking the bacon all at once. Within minutes, the two are sat with a plate of food in front of the awed girl as she watched his magic before her. 

"Now, eat up darling." He says, watching her take a bite. 

"Thank you, uh, Alastor." She thanks, swallowing her last bite. With a snap of his fingers they appear in the living room. 

"Alright, down to business now, Elizabeth." She gets nervous with him calling her her real name. 

"Look, I don't know what more you need to know. I don't exactly remember where I got the ring, but I'm sure it was from my parents before they died. And for living here, this is where I grew up." She says, confused as to why he's so curious at all. 

"Are you sure you don't remember anything from your past? How far back can you remember?" he asks, scooting closer next to her. She pulls her knees to her chest. With a bit of thought she shrugs.

"Twelve I think? I mean, I remember the day after my twelfth birthday. It was the day my parents died." She says not bothered.

Alastor sits and ponders his thoughts.

"How old are you?"

"Um, seventeen, why?" He holds back a cough. Well then. He's nearly a century older than her, and she's still a "child" in the human world. Now slightly uncomfortable with her age, he also realizes that he came back from the human world five years ago, which would have meant she was twelve, or turning twelve. The times match up.

Elizabeth watches him as he squints in the fire place. He leans back, taking a big, annoyed breath. 

"Alright. Only way I can do this is rummage through your memories. I need to find out what happened when you were twelve." He mumbles quietly, yet catching the attention of Elizabeth.  And with that, he pulls her close to him, laying her head down on his lap.

"Alastor, what are you doing?" She asks.

"Just relax. Close your eyes for me." He says, stroking her hair back. He notices her face turning pink. She closes her eyes as he places his hand over her forehead.