Crossing the Thresholds: Alastor x reader love story

Part 37 ~ Harlan

After hours of trying to come up with a plan to get back to Hell, with no luck might I add, I finally collapsed on the couch that was in the hotel lobby. Everyone watched as I paced, ranting to myself, trying to come up with a plan. I grew tired and fell onto Alastor's lap. He chuckled, gently brushing his fingers through my hair.

Angel, along with everyone else, sensed how tired and worried I was, but no one said anything. Soon, something popped into Angel's head, and he decided to voice it.

"Hey, toots, didn't you teleport us here from Hell?"

"Oh my god! How could I have forgotten about that!" I gasped, but that little bit of hope soon disappeared as soon as I remembered something important. "But..."

"What? What is it?" Vaggie asked.

"There's so man factors to consider when traveling through time, let alone traveling through dimensions."

"But you did it before," Charlie pointed out.

"Yes, and we were lucky that nothing bad happened. I want to get you guys home, trust me, I do, but I don't think it's worth the risk. We'll figure something else out."

Vaggie stood up abruptly, very pissed off, but before she could say anything the Sparrows walked into the hotel. I rolled my eyes at their dramatic entrance, watching as Luther, Allison, Diego, and Viktor walked towards them, stopping just a few feet in front of them.

I walked to them, standing between Allison and Diego as Alastor and the others stood behind us. I rolled my eyes as guess staying in the hotel, took pictures, their cameras flashing every time they took a photo.

"Well, thanks for coming," Viktor spoke to the Sparrows.

"Oh, yeah, super glad to be here," the same bitch who spits out this venom type liquid spoke.

I rolled my eyes, " Does that mouth get you in trouble often?"

I could tell she was about to say something but Ben beat her to the punch.

"Where are the rest of you?"

"Are you taking attendance?" Diego asked. "They'll be here."

"Where's the briefcase?" Allison asked, seeming to be done with everyone's shit, which who could blame her.

"Where's our brother?"

"Maybe we should try this again before I lose my temper."

"Allison-"

"I got this."

"No, Viktor, let her do her thing. I wouldn't mind letting out some steam onto these fuckheads," I smirked, thinking about what it would look like to have their heads on a stick.

"Hand over the briefcase or no deal," Allison threatened.

"Yeah, one tiny problem," Ben spit out, venom lacing his voice. Allison and I squinted our eyes at him, trying to figure out what he was getting at. "Deal's off."

"Oh, run!" Luther yelled, causing me to look at him like he was insane. What the hell did I miss?

Before anything else could happen, Stanley came running into the lobby with something that was on fire in his hand.

"Molotov this, bitches!"

"Stanley! Not now," Diego stopped Stanley from coming any further, causing him to drop whatever he was holding, the banner next to him now on fire.

I mentally facepalmed at his stupidity. The fire alarm sounded throughout the hotel, guests screaming and yelling, evacuating the building.

"Power up!" Ben yelled, catching my attention once again.