Infernal Rivalry - The Clash Of Vox And Alastor

Chapter 50: Moving On

(Vox's POV)

As I sit in my office chair, I can't shake the feeling of unease that has settled over me since our fight weeks ago. My screen has been replaced, and Val has finally gotten over the difference in my antennas. Yet, despite the physical repairs, the emotional wounds from our altercation still linger. I turn my attention to the surveillance cameras, scanning each feed meticulously. It's become a routine, a distraction from the turmoil within. But no matter how hard I try to focus on the screens, my mind keeps drifting back to that fateful encounter with Alastor.

Frustration wells up inside me when I think about how Alastor has seemingly vanished without a trace. Despite my efforts to locate him through surveillance cameras and even visiting his house from a distance, there's no sign of him anywhere. It's as if he's vanished into thin air, leaving behind only unanswered questions and unresolved feelings. I can't help but wonder why he's gone to such lengths to avoid me. Is he deliberately avoiding confrontation, or is there something else at play? The uncertainty gnaws at me, adding to the weight of regret and longing that already burdens my heart. With a heavy sigh, I lean back in my chair and close my eyes, trying to push aside the frustration and disappointment. But no matter how hard I try to focus on other tasks, thoughts of Alastor persist, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between us.

The memory of that day in the park lingers in my mind, a bitter reminder of how things didn't unfold as I had hoped. Despite the heated exchange and the violence that ensued, I can't shake the belief that deep down, Alastor still harbors feelings for me. The warmth of our shared moments, the laughter, and yes, even the kiss—all of it echoes in my thoughts, refusing to be dismissed. Yet, frustration simmers beneath the surface as I grapple with the complexity of our relationship. Why couldn't Alastor be honest about his feelings? Why did he push me away instead of acknowledging what we shared? These questions plague my mind, adding to the tumult of emotions that swirl within me. But despite the uncertainty and the pain of rejection, a flicker of hope remains. Perhaps, in time, Alastor will come to realize the depth of his feelings for me, just as I have for him. Until then, I cling to the memories of our moments together, searching for solace in the possibility of a future where love will  prevail.

Day after day, I find myself glued to the monitors, scanning every inch of the footage for a glimpse of Alastor's familiar figure. Each knock at the door sends a surge of anticipation coursing through me, hoping against hope that it's him, returning to me, ready to mend what's been broken. Deep down, I hold onto the certainty that Alastor will come back to me. Despite the silence and the absence, I refuse to believe that our connection has been severed for good. He's nursing his pride, I tell myself, too proud to admit the depth of his feelings or the truth of our bond. I replay our last encounter in my mind, dissecting every moment, every word exchanged between us. There's a stubbornness in him, a reluctance to confront the undeniable pull we have towards each other. But I won't give up hope. I'll keep watching, keep waiting, until the day he returns, ready to face the truth and embrace what we have together.

As I sit in my office, my gaze fixated on the image of Alastor, a rush of desire courses through me. The memory of our last encounter plays like a vivid reel in my mind, each frame fueling the flames of longing within me. I remember how he looked in the heat of battle, his visage smeared with blood, his once pristine appearance now disheveled and wild. It's not the picture-perfect image of him that ignites my passion, but rather the raw, untamed essence he exudes in those moments of intensity. His eyes, ablaze with determination and ferocity, draw me in like a moth to a flame, stirring a primal hunger within me. I find myself longing for that chaos, that raw energy that flows between us when we're locked in combat, both physically and emotionally. It's a twisted kind of arousal, fueled by the knowledge that even in our most heated clashes, there's an undeniable connection that binds us together. As I continue to stare at his image, my desire only grows stronger, aching for the day when we'll be reunited once more, consumed by the same fiery passion that now courses through my veins.

As I linger in the aftermath of our brutal confrontation, a primal yearning surges within me, fueled by the memories of our savage struggle. The image of Alastor pinning me down amid the chaos, his presence dominating and fierce, ignites a fiery arousal within me. My body responds eagerly, betraying my desires with a demanding hardness that throbs relentlessly. Groaning with need, I realize I can't endure this torment alone any longer. I must seek solace, seek release, seek the only one who can understand and provide the satisfaction I crave. With resolve coursing through my veins, I make the decision to seek out Val, knowing that he's the one who can offer the release I so desperately need. He's my confidant, my ally in matters of desire, and I trust him implicitly to ease the ache that consumes me.

I go to his office and open the door. Val's eyes narrow as he observes my state, a mixture of irritation and amusement evident in his expression. "Again, Vox? Really" he chides, his voice tinged with exasperation. "You're lucky you're good in bed, or I'd be getting really fed up with you constantly getting turned on by Alastor". I shrug off his reproach, my desire overriding any concerns about timing or propriety. "It's been weeks" he continues, a note of resignation creeping into his tone. "I don't care" I retort defiantly, my impatience bubbling to the surface. "Do you want to fuck or not? I can go elsewhere otherwise".The tension crackles between us, the air thick with unresolved desires and unspoken tensions. Despite his exasperation, I know Val won't refuse me. He's as drawn to the raw intensity of our encounters as I am, unable to resist the primal allure that binds us together in moments of passion.

Rolling his eyes once more, Val gestures for me to approach with an exasperated sigh. "Come here, you fuckhead" he mutters, his tone a mix of annoyance and amusement. I comply eagerly, hopping onto his lap without hesitation. As I settle into his embrace, he can't help but remark on my predicament. "You've got a serious problem, Vox" he chides, shaking his head. I scoff at his assessment, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's rich coming from you, a literal pimp" I shoot back, unable to resist the opportunity to throw his own profession back at him. Val chuckles at my retort, shaking his head in amusement. "Fair point," he concedes, his hands instinctively finding their way around me. "But at least my business doesn't revolve around obsessing over someone who clearly wants nothing to do with me". I stiffen slightly at his words, the truth in them hitting a nerve. "He does want me" I argue, my voice tinged with defiance. "He's just too stubborn to admit it". Val raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Sure. Keep telling yourself that" he says, his tone laced with skepticism. "But in the meantime, let's focus on something more enjoyable, shall we?".

As the years pass, I continue to search for Alastor relentlessly, my heart torn between love and fury. Each day without him deepens the wounds of abandonment, fueling the flames of resentment that smolder within me. Despite my best efforts, Alastor remains elusive, a phantom haunting the edges of my existence. My obsession with finding him consumes me, driving me to the brink of madness as I scour every corner of the world in search of closure. But with each passing day, the love I once held for him twists into a venomous hatred, fueled by the pain of his absence and the unanswered questions that linger in my mind. I am trapped in a cycle of longing and anger, unable to break free from the chains of my own emotions. In the end, I am left alone with my regrets and my rage, haunted by the memory of a love that was lost and a bitterness that consumes me from within. And as the years stretch on, I am forced to confront the harsh reality that some wounds may never heal, and some loves may never be forgotten.