{An Artist's Passion (Alastorxfem!Reader}

{CHAPTER 11: Where is Alastor}

Third POV

Y/n and the wolves decided to go home and start on dinner instead of going to Rosie's to hang out after the meeting. Upon arrival, y/n unlocked the 6 locks (paranoid much?) and opened the door.

Snow and Nightmare ran in and immediately went up to their room. Meanwhile, y/n walked into the kitchen to start dinner. Sadly, because the three demons ate completely different things, she had to make three different, corresponding dishes. For herself she made f/f and f/d for the drink, for Rosie, she made a nice pinky finger stew.

Alastor's was the easiest, all she had to do for his was walk into her walk-in fridge/freezer and grab a spare deer carcass (where she got it, no one knows and no one wants to know). Once finishing dinner, y/n let the wolves into the backyard as she sat down on the porch, pulled out a book, and started reading.

They stayed out there until the doorbell rang. So, y/n called Snow and Nightmare (Snow had to drag Nightmare inside because he was passed out), went inside and answered the door. 

"Hello, Darling!" Rosie exclaimed as she walked in and enveloped y/n in a bear hug. Y/n chuckled and hugged back "We just saw each other a few hours ago." "Well yes but still, it's always a joy to see you" Rosie retorted, bending down to pet the wolves as they ran to greet the guest.

Y/n looked around outside for a flash of red and black ears but saw nothing "Alastor's late" she commented, closing the door and leading Rosie to the living room.

"Oh yes, he told me he had a few things to take care of and that he was gonna be a bit late because of it."

Y/n nodded and sat down as Rosie began talking about her day.

Y/n POV

I sighed, staring off into space as Rosie droned on about Susan yet again.

As much as I love her, it gets annoying hearing basically the same thing over and over again. I sighed again letting my mind wander to Alastor. I was hoping he would get here first, this crush crap sucks.

Any time I let my brain wander it always ends up at the same destination, Alastor. I often wonder if he thinks about me as much as I do him.

'Probably not you idiot. And if he is, it's definitely not for any reason you want.' I pouted and sank farther into the plush couch. Rosie stopped talking and looked at me worriedly.

"Are you thinking of him again?" 'She always knows' I averted my gaze to the fireplace "Maybe, I know it's not something he wants, but I can't stop myself." Rosie sighed and held my hand, using the other to make me look at her.

"You should tell him love, keeping it bottled up isn't good for you." I bit my lip "I know" was all I said as I looked at the clock that read 10:25. It had been almost two hours since Rosie had arrived and there was no sign of Alastor so we decided to eat.

As we ate, Rosie thanked me for the food and we began talking. But, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I kept glancing towards the door and out the windows for any sign of Alastor.

It never came, instead in its place was a loud 'boom' that echoed throughout hell. Me and Rosie immediately jumped up and ran outside. Looking around, there was debris everywhere. Turned to Rosie in terror.

"Where is Alastor?"