Hauntingly Beautiful | Vox x Reader x Alastor

Chapter Nine

Vox begins pacing the floor of my living room as I sit on the couch and begin fiddling to the right station on my radio. He's silently seething, his steps heavy and forceful as he paces in front of the couch. After a few minutes, I manage to tune in to the broadcast station I'd set up to catch Alastor's broadcasts.

All that plays is a soft static as it's a few minutes before his broadcast starts. I glance towards Vox with a small huff. "Stop pacing." He stops in his tracks, turning to me with a frustrated expression. "How can I stop pacing? You know how much he pissed me off back there."

"Looks like you stopped pacing to me." I point towards his legs with a grin. He rolls his eyes, arms crossing over his chest. "Oh, ha ha. Very funny." The clock ticks closer to the start of the broadcast as the room falls quiet once again, filled only with static from the radio.

I lay on my back and put my legs in the air, crossing them at my ankles. "I can distract you if you want." I joke as I look up at him through my eyelashes.

He glances down at me with a smirk, clearly appreciating the view of my legs in the air. "Distract me, huh?" He moves to stand behind the couch, his gaze roaming over my body before coming back to my eyes. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

"I'd say I'm already doing it." I grin. He lets out a low chuckle, a smirk forming on his lips. "You certainly are, doll." His eyes rove over me once more, before finally settling on my face. "You're quite the distraction, I'll give you that. But I'm still pissed about that whole situation."

I place my legs back down on the couch before rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up with my arms. "I can tell." My voice gets a bit quieter. "Thanks for having my back. I appreciate it."

He huffs out a breath, his irritation slowly fading at my words. "I just couldn't stand how he was talking about you. You deserve better than that." His expression softens as he looks at me. "No one should ever speak about you like that. No one."

I nod my head in agreement. "You're right but you'd be surprised how common it is. At least it was more common when I was alive." I give him a small smile to stop myself from frowning.

He frowns at my comment. "It's bullshit that anyone would talk about you like that, alive or not. It's disrespectful and downright wrong." His expression softens as he looks at me, his gaze filled with a mixture of irritation and concern. "You didn't deserve any of that."

"That's life." I hum out as I readjust myself again sitting crossed-legged now. I tap the empty area next to me for him to sit. "Sit so you don't have a reason to pace."

He glances at the empty space next to me before letting out a relenting sigh and moving to sit next to me. His body sinks into the couch cushions next to mine. "You're really adamant about me not pacing, aren't you?"

"Pacing stresses me out." I admit. He raises an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "So me pacing around like a madman for the past fifteen minutes has been stressing you out?"

"Very much so." I nod my head. "Well, I guess I'll just have to stop pacing then, for your sake." He replies before smirking again. "Although, maybe you could find a way to distract me so I don't feel the need to pace in the first place."

I grin back, placing my legs into his lap as my back is against the arm rest. "This good enough for you? It also stops you from standing up." I chuckle.

His hands instinctively move to my legs as I place them in his lap. His touch is warm against my skin, sending a pleasant shiver up my spine. A smirk forms on his lips as he looks down at my legs in his lap. "This is much better than pacing, I'll give you that." He begins to chuckle as well.