*** Your POV ***
The V's were coming to the hotel for a little meeting about "working together" which was news to both you and Alastor, brought to you by Charlie just earlier today. Nobody was happy about this.
"Are you fuckin' high?" Husker asked her.
"Are you kidding?" Angel protested. "You want to let Valentino into the walls of this hotel? Half the people here are his victims!"
"I have to agree with the bubble gum spider, this is supposed to be a safe space." You chimed in, it didn't seem right. They came here to get away from him, and Charlie had just invited him right in.
"Anybody who is involved with Valentino will be notified and told to stay in their rooms, they are only coming to look at the hotel and talk." Charlie tried to please everyone, "I don't like it either okay? But they haven't given us a choice with all of their campaigning."
There was still a lot of arguing but there really wasn't much to be done about it. Later that evening, the three walked in through the doors like they own the place. Vox in his regular blue suit, wearing a smug expression, his eyes immediately trained on Alastor. Velvette was wearing a fashionable outfit with a short skirt and long sleeved shirt, her hair up in adorable space buns. But she was mostly looking at her phone, like she had better things to do. Valentino was wearing a grey suit with a bunch of over bedazzled gold accents, puffing on his noxious cigar.
Vox certainty thought he was being a big shot walking up into the hotel, but his smug smile didn't last long when he noticed you. You had a serious pensive look with furrowed brows and one hand squishing your cheeks.
"What?" He asked begrudgingly after a long silence that rolled through the hotel entrance way as they waltzed in.
"I'm just..... is there a skull in there?" You asked pointing at Vox's TV head, twitching your finger in a circling motion. Alastor who was standing a few feet away from you, holding a glass of whiskey in his fingers, burst out laughing only souring Vox's expression further. "And if there is no skull then is there even a brain?"
"Hah," The stag scoffed, "I truly haven't thought about that."
"Really?" You asked wide eyed, "You're the cannibal and you haven't thought about this? I mean really, does he even have veins? Or is it just wiring? And if its just wiring does he not have blood? But can there be meat if there is not blood? What the hell makes up his skeleton then? Maybe -"
The line of questioning just kept spiraling further out of control, each one turning Alastor's laughter more psychotic until he went as far as to put a palm up onto his forehead wrapping his fingers in the fringes of his hair, doubling over slightly. After almost a minute of laughter since your last question he finally put a hand on his abdomen a with a hearty "Hahahha ha ooohhh hoooooooo" and a large exhale he straightened out, his eyes glaring Vox down.
"You know, there is one good way to find out, care to join me?" He asked, keeping his eyes on Vox until his last words when he turned to you, raising one hand off his microphone cane and brandishing his claws. His smile now a mix of malice, excitement and a little bit of adoration that he would neither admit to or recognize at the moment. There was something endearing to him about the prospect of having a meal and sharing a drink of a fresh victim with you. Especially that filthy flat face. You did share a drink of the bull, but hells you two could make a whole dinner out of it!
"No! Noooooo! No!" Charlie cut in between. "We are here for a peaceful talk about how to work together. Not... find out if a TV has a skull."
Behind her Husker and Lucifer, couldn't help but giggle at Charlie's sheepish expression, because even she seems to be pondering the question mildly.
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Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom
FanfictionAnother century, another master. Another day, another transfer. You have been in hell long enough to remember a time when it was beautiful. But your stay has not been pleasant due a very coveted ability you possess. After centuries under the thumb...