The Forgotten Years

Hunting Trip

Vox and Alastor were walking the streets. Vox watched as Alastor was looking for a target.
"So what are you looking for?" Vox asked.
"I want something fun to kill," Alastor said. "It's been a while since we have gone killing together."
Fuck if that wasn't true, Vox thought.
"Anything in particular?" Vox asked.
"No just waiting, it's the fun part," Alastor said with a chuckle.
"Yeah fun," Vox said as he pulled out his phone.
"I see that device helps keep your short attention span in check," Alastor said.
"Why do you talk in riddles," Vox asked.
"Because of your small brain," Alastor answered.
"I'm smarter than you," Vox said.
"Whatever you have to say to yourself to make you feel important," Alastor mocked.
Vox rolled his eyes and then he saw a perfect new sinner that looked like they fell into Hell recently.
"What about that one?" Vox asked.
"Still a good eye as always," Alastor said placing a hand on Vox's back which made blush.

After dragging the meat back to the manor, Vox was filleting the meat into useable pieces. Alastor was watching as he was washing the blood off the knife's.
"It's like old times," Vox said with a chuckle.
"Hmm?" Alastor made a confused noise because he had no idea what Vox was talking about.
Fuck, Vox thought. He just had those words slipped out. He was reminiscing about old times and those words escaped.
"Hmm?" Vox asked back.
"You said it's like old times but what are you referring to?" Alastor asked.
"I didn't say anything," Vox lied.
"You did, I believe," Alastor said.
"I did not," Vox said.
Alastor sighed.
"You would tell me if something was wrong with me right?" Alastor asked.
"You are psychopath and sociopath and probably a lot of other disorders," Vox said.
"Vox I'm serious," Alastor said as he turned around and leaned against the counter placing his hands on the counter looking rather stressed. "I feel like I'm missing parts of my memory and even time and you are different more bold and you even look different. It's just is something wrong."
Vox had to think quick. Vox was panicking staring at the knife and the meat. Vox sighed and turned around. Vox walked over and placed his hands on Alastor's shoulders and looked at his face.
"You want the truth?" Vox asked.
"Yes," Alastor said meeting Vox's gaze.
"You were killed forty years ago," Vox said. "We thought it was with an angelic blade because it took forever but you just fell down to hell like a week ago. In that time I took your place in the media empire."
Vox was going to hope Alastor bought it.
"You've been forgetting things from the past week because I think it has something to do with being in limbo for so long," Vox added.
Alastor stared into Vox's eyes. Vox didn't show any weakness. Alastor knew if he was lying he would have folded instantly with the amount of eye contact he had given him.
"So you just dropped everything for me?" Alastor asked.
Vox blushed with that sentence but didn't give his act away.
"You want the real reason for that or the one that won't make you run away?" Vox asked.
Alastor thought.
"Let me hear both and I can choose which one I want to believe," Alastor said.
"Option one is that I want you officially gone to not ruin my empire and option two is that I love you," Vox felt his voice shake.
Vox didn't even know himself which was the truth anymore. He watched Alastor blush with the last part of the sentence. Alastor didn't know to respond as both were not something he wanted to deal with. Alastor shifted so Vox would let go of his shoulders and took a step away and cleared his throat.
"I'm going to clean myself up," Alastor said as he shuffled himself away out of the kitchen.
Vox looked around and sighed.

Alastor was in his room. Alastor was playing with his mic. If he had been gone for forty years where was the mic? That also explains why the manor was in disrepair. Why was he at that hotel? Alastor felt lost and confused and the only thing that was the same was that Vox loved him but this time he wasn't too scared to say it. He had gained power and confidence and that scared Alastor. Or maybe option one was correct and he was here to make sure Alastor could not interfere but then why wait and kiss him.
There was a knock at Alastor's door that snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Al you in there?" Vox called.
Alastor didn't answer but the shadow went to the door. The shadow stood right by the door but didn't open it.
"I uh made dinner and I have it in this tray if you want to eat alone," Vox said.
The shadow shook his head no and Alastor shook his head at the shadow.
"I will uh just uh leave it here," Vox said as he set down the tray.
The door rushed open and Alastor was standing there looking down at Vox.
"Uh hi," Vox said surprised that Alastor came out. "I can uh go."
"What happened to that confidence you had earlier?" Alastor asked as the shadow picked up the tray.
Alastor offered Vox his hand and Vox took it to help him up. Alastor dragged Vox into his room. Vox had only been in here a number of times the dark room with black and red bedding. The massive book case and desk. The old style side tables with a radio on it. The deer skulls that decorate the walls plus the self portrait. Vox saw the nice reading chair next to the book case. Vox looked at Alastor as the shadow closed the door behind them. Both stood in the room still holding hands. Alastor realized that they were still holding hands and dropped Vox's hand and walked over to the reading chair with the side table that had the food tray on it.
Vox watched as the shadow made another plate of food appeared and handed it Vox. Vox just held it.
"Are you going to join me?" Alastor asked as he summoned an identical reading chair.
"Yes," Vox said timid.
Vox sat in the newly summoned chair and stared at his food.
"So you're an overlord now," Alastor said.
"Yes," Vox said looking up.
"Was it everything you hoped for," Alastor asked.
"The power yes but the people by my side I'm missing one," Vox said looking directly at Alastor.
Alastor blushed.
"So who do you have by your side?" Alastor asked.
Vox choked in the piece of meat he was eating. Alastor looked confused.
"Do you remember Val?" Vox asked.
Alastor shook his head no.
"Good you hated him," Vox said.
Alastor chuckled.
"Then you probably shouldn't have him by your side," Alastor joked.
Vox laughed feeling like this was the chance to redo everything that went wrong in his life.