What Once Was

Chapter 36: Say Yes To Me

~Alastor POV

October 1st 1920, New Orleans

I laid on Charlie's bed, with her sleeping body next to me. Her drunken self couldn't contain in her tiredness and immediately knocked out. I found it Hard to move as to not wake her up, even though I knew she probably she wouldn't wake up that easily. I was positioned in a way that my left arm was stretched out and she was on top of my arm. So I didn't really have many choices as to how to move. I could feel it falling asleep very slowly.

With the dim lighting of the room, and the softness of the mattress I couldn't help but also be under the spell of sleep. Which I found it hard to belief as I was someone who didn't exactly sleep.The only noise in the room was Charlie's soft breathing and that made me also want to fall asleep. But I couldn't and so I keep telling myself to not go to sleep, for there is still so much to be done. Night time was the best time to go ahead with my tasks.

As I slowly tried getting off the bed, I placed my right leg on the floor but the mattress creaked.
I turned to Charlie, who didn't open her eyes, but did grab my right arm and took it for herself. I suppose there was no getting out of this one. It was still awfully earlier, so u could spare a few more minutes.

As long as she was here, she would be fine. No harm would happen to her as long as she was here. That was made easier since she got drunk. Which was a bit rare of her as she normally could handle her liquor, but tonight she just drank and drank. And if we weren't we were dancing or talking she kept on drinking. Though she mostly spoke in mumbles, and when she did she clung onto me, telling me that everything she like be alright. Something was bothering her but I didn't want to ask, at least I should give her a chance to sober up.

I insisted on running her a bath, but she said no every time and told me to cuddle with her until she fell asleep. And I wouldn't trade this time in the world for anything. It was comforting to be with her, safe even, though she was the one more in danger.

I recalled meeting her, and how I was letting that intrusive shadow play over me as he wanted to get rid of her. But I couldn't bare myself to do so. Though her sleeping right now would be an easy kill. I blinked rapidly as o was trying to ignore how I could've thought of that possibility.

Perhaps it was all the different murders I've committed that make me go through this thought process and I hated myself for it.

He was sitting at the end of the bed, staring at us with bright big hollow red eyes. His long nails scratching at the bed frame. To a normal person they would grow scared and run for their lives, but I've been seeing him for as long as I can remember that his little tricks to scare me were nothing but annoying. I often found it harder to explain to my mom why his little pranks often caused small troubles back when I was growing up.

Charlie snuggled closer to me, holding my arm a bit more tighter. He noticed this and went to her side; I wasn't concerned since he couldn't do anything but I pulled her closer to me just in case. I caught myself thinking how Charlie was the only woman who I had let be this close to me. Yes there were others, but sometimes their touch gave me the ick, and made me want to be away from them.

"Do you need to leave already?" Charlie mumbled as she grabbed the blanket and placed it over her sloppily. She let go of my arm and I waited a few seconds to see if she would reach back for it. She didn't and I slowly pulled it back and started stretching it to get rid of the numbing feeling. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her so she would be warm, and comfy.

"I'm terribly sorry to say that yes I do My Sweetheart." She looked up at me with groggy eyes and pouted.

"I suppose... though I would love it if you stayed... but I understand.." She sighed as she snuggled closer.