Home Sweet Home (Alastor X OC love story)

Chapter 4 Bonding and Almost Kidnapping

More Alastor.

***Faith's POV***

Slowly waking up I stretch my limbs. That's when a thought hits me. When did I lay down? Shadow must have woken up before me and laid me down. He is such a sweetheart to me.

I lazily look at my clock for a second. Its 10 am. Suddenly my eyes widen as I realize what time I just saw. 10 AM! I look again and sure enough it's still on the same time.

I get up and rush to my bathroom to get ready. What in the hot fudge sundae is going on? Why didn't Shadow wake me? I am going to be late if I don't get moving.

"Shadow." I call out as soon as I am ready.

Nothing happens. He doesn't appear like he usually does when I call for him.

" Uh...Shadow?" I call out again.

Still nothing. What is going on? I head downstairs. Maybe he's down there somewhere. But then why wouldn't he come to me calling him? He always has before.

As I step into the kitchen, I see something I didn't expect. Alastor sitting at the table reading a paper with a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. His eyes move from the paper to me and his smile widens.

"Ah. Good morning, Faith darling. Finally awake I see. You slept in quite late. It's quite late in the morning dear. Maybe you should go to bed sooner." He says with that smile.

Snapping out of my momentary shock I walk into the kitchen.

"Yea well Shadow usually wakes me up. I'm guessing since you're here he's doing other things for you." I reply to his criticism.

"Yes. He is watching over my territories in Hell while I take a small vacation." He says after a sip of his coffee.

"Demons can take a vacation from Hell?" I ask as I grab a bag and start digging in the fridge.

"Only powerful ones like myself dear. Lesser demons only wish they could take a break from Hell." He says with a smirk in his voice.

I don't really need to see it when I can hear so clearly in his voice. As I am about to grab what I was looking for out of the fridge. A thought crosses my mind.

"Wait. You showed up last night, right?" I ask as I turn around to look at him.

He now has a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Yes, Why?"

"Where did you sleep last night?"

"In the guest bedroom Dear. Why do you ask?"

"So you slept on that small bed? With how tall you are? That can't have been comfortable."

The bed in the guest room is about a full size if I had to guess and Alastor is about 7 Ft. tall. Maybe a bit taller. Yea, there is no way he slept comfortably like that. This was his house a long time ago, so it makes sense that the bed in my room is at least queen size if not a king size.

As much as I like to think this is my house, this was his house first. Even though the papers can say the house is mine, He definitely would never see it that way. As much as a jerk he can be to me I still can't bring myself to allow him to be uncomfortable in his own home.

"It's fine dear. I-" He starts to say before I interrupt him.

"Why don't you take my room while you're here? The bed in that room would certainly be better for your height than the one in the guest room. I am sure I could sleep better on that bed than you." I say as I turn back to what I was doing.