Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

6. Blood

*** Trigger warning: Self harm, body harm 

*** Your POV ***

*knock knock*

You knocked on Alastor's door. No answer.

"Alastor I know you are in there. And I know something is wrong."

Still no answer.

"You either open this door, or I'm getting getting in there my self."

Still nothing.

"Alright, fine."

You took out your pocket knife - a small blade with an angelic steel edge, you carried it everywhere - and made a mark on he the side of your palm then slammed it into the lock, making some of your blood spill into the room, allowing you to teleport in inside. It was a niche ability you had, as you could only travel between your own fresh blood pools, but when being clever it could be useful.

The room was beautifully furnished, with one half reminding you of a rustic library with bones and candles - not unlike your own room - and the other looked like a forest was teleported there. The door to the bathroom was ajar, and you crept to it slowly, pushing the door open with your fingertips.

Alastor was on the floor groaning in pain, leaning on the cabinet below the sink, holding his chest, blood rapidly spreading across his suit. You went down on your knee a couple of feet away from him, softening your voice.

"You're hurt, let me help."

"Don't touch me." Alastor growled at you with an angry side glance, his eyes in the shape of radio dials glowed a menacing scarlet. You raised your hands up to your face in defense.

"I'm not." You sat for a moment in silence, "But if you let me I can - "

"Get away from me!" Alastor waved his hand and a large black tendril appeared slamming you into the wall with a loud crack, breaking tile.

"Ow. What the fuck man, if I was anyone else that could have sent me remanifesting." You coughed up blood, feeling the pain briefly before your internal organs started rapidly recovering. You sat down on the cold floor across from Alastor breathing heavily.

"I meant to, how the hell are you not dead?" Alastor hissed.

"Ok, alright, how about a deal?" You caught your breath, "You let me help with that wound, and in return I tell you how I am not dead. Good deal right?"

"You do nothing but help heal the wound, and you tell no one." Alastor growled, taking you a bit by surprise as you thought that was gonna be harder. He must be very desperate or that thing really hurt.

You looked him in the eyes, "Let me at least provide pain management as well, it wont heal instantly."  if he wanted to keep this secret he would need to not be in obvious pain like he was downstairs just now.

"Fine." Alastor pulled himself up and offered his hand. You tentatively shook it, green and red sparks flying between you briefly. It wasn't a large deal and you couldn't bind your soul to it due to not having possession of it so the reaction was small. Letting you breathe out in relief.

"Alright, take off your suit." You ordered but in a soft voice, earning a bit of a dirty glare from Alastor, "Look, I'd help, but I am not in a hurry to get thrown into a wall for second time in one day."

Reluctantly, Alastor obliged, wincing repeatedly as he pulled his arms out of his jacket and then unbuttoned his dress shirt. His chest was as beautifully sculpted as his face, with a few freckles and scars littering his velvety skin. You blushed briefly, but to your luck he was too concentrated on peeling off his clothes to notice. When he was done, you moved closer to him tentatively, not making any sudden movements as to not startle him. Once you were next to him, you pulled out your pocket knife, again showing him each movement, and made a deep gash from your wrist to your palm, spilling your blood on his chest starting from the bottom left side of the large gaping wound.

"The reason I am not dead, is because in life I was a... kind of apothecary. I lived in a temple, I would treat the ill and wounded, and in return they would pay me. With blood." You kept moving your hand over his chest, controlling the dripping, "So, now, here, I may not be much of a fighter but I can imbue my blood with powerful healing properties. And others, but mostly healing. Since its my own blood and it flows through me, it makes me pretty sturdy and I heal fast too." Alastor watched you, his gaze changing from wariness and anger to intrigue, his breathing evening out.

"That's quite the ability." He remarked.

"Has its perks." You admitted, finishing the last drops on his wounds. You shook out your hand, small blood splatters falling on the tile next to you. Then you cut your palm again and put it in front of Alastor's face. "Drink, it will help with the pain." He looked at you with narrowed eyes, but raised his hand to take yours and bring it to his mouth, his lips unexpectedly hot as they hit the cut. As he took the first sip of the dark red liquid, you could see him take a large breath and his eyes dilate before he took a much more indulgent gulp. Then another, pushing his tongue across your palm in a dazed caress. You watched him, your face growing red, breath going labored, you let him continue for almost a minute before you looked down and squealed out quietly "Alastor...?"

He stopped, observing your flushed face still holding on to your hand. "Apologies. Was thirsty it seems." He cooed in a teasing tone, his attitude doing a bit of a one-eighty. He barely let go of your hand letting you pull it away slowly. You still didn't look at him until you held your palm to your chest and glanced at him. Shaking your head as to get the light headedness out. "It's alright. How's the pain?"

"Barely any now. And I can feel the wound healing." Alastor stated, watching you closely.

"Good." You sat back, leaning on the wall again. "Where the fuck did you get that wound anyway?"

"You don't need to know." Alastor, again became a bit defensive.

"Oh stop it, I am already sworn not to tell anyone." You folded your arms on to your knees, leaning back against the wall.

"The battle with Adam."

"Ah. I see, thats why the wound seems angelic." Alastor looked at you suspiciously. "Would you relax? As I said, I'm already sworn not to tell anyone and I heal as a specialty of course I could tell. Wounds from angelic steel behave similarly." He relaxed slightly. "Do you need me to help bandage it back up again?"

"No." He replied with a slight static crackle.

"Alright, then come find me tomorrow night, it will likely need another doze." You stood up, looking down at Alastor who was still holding his chest. You gave him a good doze of painkillers, the wound must be very deep if it still so much as prickled now. You reached your hand out as to help him up, but he shook is head in refusal. So you walked out of his room, relocking the door as you went.