Wait For Me

Chapter 12 - The Devil is a Pot-Stirrer

CW: brief mention of Alastor's results from cutting himself in order to contact Lucifer.

March 26, 1930

3 days ago

Alastor didn't know where he was going, he just knew he needed to clear his head. The younger man, Angel, made him so frustrated and confused. He didn't know how to feel about the man. He kept thinking about that fight less than an hour ago, and the subsequent murder that followed. He never expected the younger man to act in such a way. It was exhilarating! The way his lithe body moved, the muscles in his arms rippling with the force he exerted, his dangerous flashing eyes, his panting mouth...

Angel was infuriating but charming. He had a really nice voice and Alastor liked seeing him laugh, but Angel was lying to him. And why was Alastor even having thoughts about being attracted to a man? These ideas were dangerous, unfathomable, and wrong! He didn't even know what he wanted. He wanted to be close to the man, but in what way? Surely, there was only one way that was appropriate, but did he really want that? Did he want more than a friendship or acquaintanceship? Or were all these thoughts so new and dangerous that he was entertaining them because they were entertaining him?

He was leaving in a few days anyway. Did it really even matter? The chances of them seeing each other again were probably pretty slim...right?

He walked along the sidewalk, hands behind his back, and clothes laying perfectly over his figure, not a wrinkle to be seen. Nothing revealed the chase he just partook in. He was the very picture of calm and collected. If only one could take a look inside his mind.

Eventually the wide streets of Brooklyn grew narrow and dark as the sun started sinking in the sky, behind the buildings, casting shadows along the alleyways.

Alastor looked up from his thoughts and quickly realized that he was very lost. He cursed to himself. He had never been to this borough before, what made him think he knew where he was going? He had to get back to the hotel, and prayed to Lucifer that there was a taxi service nearby. His mother and Rosie would not appreciate him remaining lost in the city forever.

Turning around and retracing his steps, he was able to come across a lone taxi sitting on the side of the street. With a sigh of relief, Alastor waved a hand to get the driver's attention, and got in.

Present Day

"My boy! You are doing fantastic," Lucifer exuberantly exclaimed, smile stretched ear to ear, showing pointed bright white teeth. "Lots of new subjects under my hand, and it's all fanks to you! Are you enjoying yourself? I must admit, I wasn't expec'ing you to go to some of the lengths you 'ave with the Mafia! You're craftiah than I originally gave you credit for." The Devil was proud. More than that, he was excited. Alastor was proving to him exactly what he had hoped to see. Lucifer could not wait to have him on the royal court!

Alastor was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, holding a cloth to his still bleeding wrist. While most of his blood powered the connection, and therefore was absorbed by the band on his wrist, some excess did still drip off into the sink. He didn't want the poor housekeepers and maids trying to get red stains out of the porcelain basin when he left.

This was one of the last meetings he was scheduled to have with Lucifer before he left to go back to New Orleans in a few days. Honestly, it was surreal. He couldn't believe how much faster time had passed once he met...Angel. He hadn't spoken to, or seen the blonde in three days, which he regretted a bit upon realizing how soon he was leaving. Alastor didn't know if they would ever get to see each other again. He didn't necessarily mean to avoid him, even though he didn't go out of his way to interact with the outside world either. He stayed locked away in his room when he could help it, pacing, and thinking. He still hadn't come to any solid conclusion about what happened that day at the park and how he felt about it, and it was irritating him to no end. And he couldn't even ask advice of the two people he trusted like no other, because he wasn't ready for their reaction.