Alastor X Reader: Blood For Freedom

51. Poison

*** Your POV ***

You were sitting at the bar sipping on a bit of expensive whiskey. It couldn't get you drunk, but the taste was going down well with the evening. Alastor and the others had just finished a meeting with the V's and he was still talking to Charlie by the doors of the conference room as the others dispersed. You felt a heavy body plop down on the seat next to you and looked over to see Valentino.

"I am not doing this, go away please." You said straight out. There was nothing that could get you to be friendly with the moth man, and to top it off he was already liable to cause trouble by sitting there as if Alastor thought even for a second he meant harm he would be dead. Putting quite a bit of a strain on the current cooperation effort.

"My, so hostile. I really don't see what Vox and Velvette see in you."

"That's because I'm a bat and you are still more blind than I am. Now fuck off Val."

"Ohhooohooo I do like that bratty tongue of yours, I would love to take it right out of you." You slammed your drink down on the table, aggravated and really frustrated that Husker or Alastor haven't come back yet.

"The only tongue you would be taking is yours, up your own fucking ass, once Alastor rips it out your face and shoves it up there. Fuck. Off."

Valentino laughed at your threat, pretending not to take it seriously. But you didn't miss the little twitch of his smile indicating that he knew you were only partly joking. "Alright, alright, I can take a hint sugar plum." He raised his hands as if in defeat and walked away.

Relieved, you took a big breath massaging your temple a bit. You still haven't figured out why Velvette and Vox tolerate the bastard even if Velvette claimed he was different to them. The two other V's seemed to at least have some redeeming qualities, but Val just felt rotten through and through. Resolving to put the incident out of your mind and just wait for Alastor you picked up your drink again, taking a sip.

It tasted funny.

For a brief moment you felt a heat rise up in your core, and your head went fuzzy before your blood went into overdrive filtering whatever you just ingested. Oh this motherfucker had done it now.

"Hey Val." You called out not looking back, adding a mild sing song flare to your voice as to sound nonchalant. A large grin appeared across his face like he was expecting this.

"Yes sugar? Did you change your mind about being so mean to little ol' Val?" He coed turning around and spreading out his arms, causing other hotel residents to look between you two suspiciously, and catching Alastor's attention who was now watching out of the corner of his eye. Valentino sauntered back over to where he was sitting before, then leaned over looking at you expectantly until his face was within reach of your hands - which was his mistake.

You turned around, barely reaching to the top of his head with your glass then flipped it and put it on his head. Causing all of the liquid in it to spill onto his hat, face, glasses, cape, and suit. It was not a small glass of whiskey you were drinking as Husker had figured out your alcohol immunity and has began to pour with heart since a while back. The moth was practically drenched.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled angrily standing up and waving his arms as to fling the liquid off.

"Word of advice, if you are going to slip something into someone's drink, it has to actually be effective." You said with a dry voice.

"Val, what's going on?" Velvette saw the commotion and walked over, snapping her fingers to clean Val up. But he was still angry, throwing a tantrum like a petulant child.

"She spilled her entire drink on me, on purpose! Who pours over half a glass of beelzebub whiskey anyway?!"

"Drink that you spiked, asshole." You muttered giving Velvette a meaningful glance. She brought her phone to her forehead like a facepalm.