Loyalty (!Yandere Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 15

Alastor POV

That night, I teleported myself back to the hotel and waited for her candles to light up. While I waited, I wrote a small note for her for my plans tomorrow. When I finished and sealed the envelope with a wax stamp, I turned to look back as see if she had gone to bed. Sure enough, the wicks had began to burn brightly.

With a smile, I lifted myself from my seat and walked in front of it. I placed one of the vials of my blood beside her doll and poured the contents of the other into her cup. These offerings would surely create an interesting occurrence if she were to take them.

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Y/N POV

The dream I had been having wasn't all that eventful until a familiar looking cup and a small vial appeared. This cup had been in my dreams before. Typically filled with some kind of wine or something of the sort. What I found more interesting was the fact that every night it appeared in my dreams, so did Alastor. I was never sure why, but I chalked it up to the fact that we always enjoyed lunch and coffee breaks together and my brain was simply connecting the two.

So as usual, he sat in front of me. The small table we sat at perfect for only two. I brought the cup up to my nose and sniffed the liquid inside. It was certainly interesting, though I couldn't place my finger on what it was. It smelled sweet, yet the smell of iron seeped through. I could try and ask Al, but he never responded to me in these kinds of dreams.

I brought the cup to my lips and look a small sip. Whatever meat my fangs had sunk into earlier that day in a dream like this one, had a similar taste. It was smooth going down my throat, but the liquid was thick. It was sweet and metallic, though it held a bitterness to it that balanced the taste well. Gulping down the rest of whatever was in the cup, I set it back down on the saucer and licked my teeth.

My eyes fell on the small bottle. It was a similar color to what had been in the cup. Taking it in my hand, I removed the cork and brought the opened vial to my nose. My nostrils were filled with the same delectable scent as before. I happily shot my head back, the liquid shooting down my throat as if I was taking a shot of alcohol. Again, I licked my teeth, cleaning them from the liquid that was surely showing in them.

My gave met Alastor, who was looking in my direction with glowing red eyes and that signature huge yellow smile of his. I simply began to ramble on about nonsense as he never talked back. As I talked, a dizzy feeling came to my head. This was certainly different. I closed my eyes and waited for the feeling to subside, only then did I open my eyes.

When I opened them, my eyes were met with the dim red light of the rising pentagram. It hadn't felt like I'd been asleep long, but when I looked at the small clock on the nightstand, it read 5:30 am. It was still early and I had closed my eyes to go back to sleep. I tried for an hour with no luck and eventually gave up, deciding that it was time to start the day.

I took a shower, brushed my teeth, dd my makeup, and got dressed. While I did all of it, my thoughts were filled of only Alastor. Sure I would think about him in the morning sometimes if my outfit mocked his color scheme, but my only thoughts were of him. How he smelt, how he looked, how he cared for me. My brain was overwhelmingly full of him and him alone.

There was a knock on my door and when I opened it, I was confused to find the halls practically empty. The only people walking about were some of the maids. I was about to close my door when I noticed a black envelope on the floor. Naturally, I picked it up and read the name on it, finding my own name written on the front in beautiful cursive handwriting. My name was written in a red that matched the wax seal on the back. Until I looked closer at that seal I was unsure of who'd left it for me.

The bright red of the wax was stepped down in an intricate design. Two very detailed antlers with an 'A' between them, similar to the cursive letters on the front. I carefully broke the seal as I walked back into my room and sat on the bed. Taking out the piece of paper, the same beautiful handwriting was all over the page.

To my dearest Y/N,

I simply could not wait any longer to give you this letter. Y/N, there is something very important I would like to discuss with you. If you would please meet me at the hotel tonight at 7:30, I will inform you then. Unfortunately as it will take long for me to prepare, I will not be seeing your beautiful self during the day. Wear something lovely, my dear. Though it will be easy as long as that gorgeous smile is on your face.

Until we meet my darling,
Alastor

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"Oooh toots he's definitely gonna tell you how he feels!" Angel squealed excitedly. "We gotta find you somethin' sexy to wear! Did ya bring any dresses with ya?! Nah forget it, I know just what to do! Stay right here, I'll be back in an hour!"

Before I could do or say anything Angel had booked it out of my room and was flying down the hall shouting form people to move. I had pulled him into my room after lunch to get some input on what I should wear tonight. I wasn't going to tell him what it was for anything, but he found the letter and red it before I could stop him.

I fell back into my bed and placed my hands over my face with a groan. I was excited that he might be telling me his feelings tonight with something special. And although I knew he was nothing like Daniel, I was still a bit apprehensive about relationships. But every time I thought of being with Alastor, my face would heat up and my tail would wag about crazily. 'Satan fucking help me...'

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Just a lil visual of the letter 🖤

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