The Games of Alastor

Chapter Eighteen

Saskias POV

"Bye, loser," I said to my brother in a joking manner as I walked out of his house. After a day I feel fine to go back to my house. I still have no idea what caused it but whatever did I hope is gone.

I pulled up and went inside. Expecting to have to clean up a huge mess everything was how I left it. I sighed in relief and walked in and shut the door, and put my dagger on the counter.

Cutting up fruit for a snack I was able to do my work without distractions. After a couple hours my work is done and I can actually rest without stressing. Trying to find an affordable college has been hell with just Alastor and I. To no one's surprise, our parents left use with nothing besides my house and demanded in their will to have everything, including themselves, burned.

People outside our family thought they wanted a normal cremation and their stuff to be with them in the after life but my brother and I knew it was to be a sacrifice Satan.

Turning on Grey's Anatomy and Supernatural I made popcorn and just binged for the rest of the evening.

I didn't realize that I fell asleep until I felt someone or something staring. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked around. My heart jumped when I saw a figure in the corner. Fuck.

Fight or flight mode went on in my head. My blood pressure felt like it went up. I pretended that I didn't see him.

Alastor's words played back in my head, "Make sure to lock the doors." I don't think I've ever hated myself more than this. It was dark out, I'm not sure what time but my kitchen light was on. I'd sell a kidney for Alastor to be here. If I just stayed one more night with him I wouldn't be in this situation.

Pretending to yawn and stretch to look around for something to use, I spotted my dagger. I got up and grabbed my water and bowl to make it look like I was just going to put them away. My heart was racing and I was trying not to cry.

I did have one advantage. I know the mind of a killer. Most of them learn patience and will wait for the perfect time to strike. They always think before even the slightest movement. Most of them will watch you for at least a month to know your routine. Something tells me it's the same with the guy in my house.

I "did the dishes" so I had time to think what to do. I know Alastor would full on attack without hesitation. I had a better idea. After having a plan I took a deep breath, grabbed my dagger from a point the man couldn't see what I grabbed. I snuck into it in my hoodie sleeve andI went upstairs.

I know he'd wait at least 30 minutes or an hour before he'd come up here. My room is at the end of the hallway at, thankfully my floors are loud so I'll be able to hear him come up.

I took off my hoodie and tried to make it sound like I was lying down and I made my pillows look like a person laying on their side. What I actually did was put my hair up, turn off my bedroom light,unsheathed my dagger, and stood on the side of the door breathing as quietly as I could and waited. I held my dagger the way Alastor showed me and stood in a way where he couldn't push me if he wanted.

I was right, 45 minutes later we walked up the stairs. I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the absolute worst.

I could hear him check my bathroom for me. After realizing that I wasn't in there, he walked to my room. Thank the gods he walked past me and to my bed. What I could make out with the low light was that he had a butcher knife and his hair was a light brown.

He was 5 feet from my bed and that's when I decided to strike. As slow and steady as I could. He was now a foot away and I stabbed the blade in his left abdomen.

He let out a yell, spun around, swung the knife at my arm. I tried to move but it still got all layers of skin. He faced me and held his side with his right arm. This time I didn't plan on leaving the house. I stood straight up, and looked him right in his eyes.

He chuckled, "You and your family are all the same." He rose his knife and ran right at me. He stumbled as I tried my best to side step him. When he regained balance he didn't hesitate again. He dove straight for me and this time he aimed to tackle me.

He knew I was planning to move out of his way so his attack was successful. As I fell with his body weight on me my head hit the floor and I could feel warm liquid escape. I wasn't going out that easy. I brought up my knee to get him in the abdomen. It didn't affect him.

I acted like a child throwing a tantrum to get him off, it didn't work. He pinned my neck against the floor with the back of his forearm and started cutting my face with the tip of his blade. The world started spinning. I struggled and tried to reach my dagger. Tears ran down my face while he was still cutting my face. The smell and sight of blood came to my senses.

I somehow managed to grab my dagger. I knew I was to bleed out soon and he would just keep cutting till I stopped breathing. I knew what I had to do. I stopped struggling and looked him right in his blue eyes and with all the breath I had said, "I'm sorry, Alastor," and drove it right through my chest.

All the pain stopped.