Strings of Fate

Chapter 9: Marionnette

Alastor POV:

   
   
    
    
   
   
   

After a good two hours walking and searching for Y/n, I found and entered an deep red, almost black building that had those big glowy sign. It was very close to the center of Pentagram City, just in between. She didn't search far for a name, or her ideas were all good for trash.

Arabelle's bistro... What a unique name.

Only one step inside this place made me understand how I'll hate this place with all my cold heart, like if I didn't already knew before. Tables of perverts and too reveal dressed ladies were everywhere on those two places tables, waiters and waitresses that wasn't much covered too. At this point, I'm not surprised. We're in Hell after all.

I politely refused the drink the waitress proposed to me in a flirtarious way as she went to serve the other clients as I looked around for Y/n's presence. They were not there, so they must were still preparing themselves. I headed off to a corner of the room where a bronze door was shown, where the last singer on stage exits what seemed like the backstage and artists VIP rooms. As I stray away from the door to see which room she could be, a honeyed and  familiar female's voice caught my attention, even if not Y/n's voice.
 

 
 

Not that I'll pay more attention to their voice, just it ain't as familiar as Y/n's.

-So you sing a few songs, let the public get hypnotize by your voice and bring me money. Sing, smile, stay neutral for the rest and the most important, don't fuck things up for me. Or you know I'll break you while controlling you without caring less if they all hear your screams.

The female's tone changed to one of control demanding, but no gasp of surprise was heard as heels was heard and nothing. Probably Arabelle talking, but she honestly doesn't seem scary at all if we hear her.

As I stepped back to see what was the one yelled at, I noticed the giant wings, showing who I was now sure it was before I needed to go back in the restaurant like room as the same raven's wings I learned to l-

Appreciate. The raven's wings I learned to appreciate. Appreciate and not something else.

I'll be honest. The clothes they had one was as revealing as the clients, but this time, it was like my eyes couldn't look away from them. Even a blind man could see how beautiful they were at the moment— as a friend, I should remember this— as they were about to sing.

-I've been watchin' you for some time

Their eyes looked up and saw me behind, our eyes getting locked together as I half listened when they continue with the next line.

-Can't stop starin' at those scarlet eyes

Oh, did she just changed the lyrics? From the look they give, I feel like they did. However, I feel concerned into this accidental lyrics change: a part of me wish I am.

-Burning cities and napalm flames

Fifteen flares inside those scarlet eyes

Your scarlet eyes

Their eyes were still in mine as I understood a few parts of the puzzle: as they wanted to sing that song, they accidentaly made it in some message for me. I'm not sure if I should assume what it is already.

-No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those scarlet eyes

It was what I thought. An accidental confession.

Y/n... I know I'll break your heart if I tell you this. If you knew why I act this way... But I know I won't look like I am, like just now.

-I'm scared

I am too, my darling. Scared for you. That is why I'm doing this.

-I've never fallen from quite this high

Fallin' into your scarlet eyes

Those scarlet eyes

I listen to her before she finished her song and left to the backstage again as I stepped back there and hear the sound of someone thrown in the wall. Indeed, when my eyes caught who was the unlucky person, it was Y/n.

-Stay there, my dear. I'll take care of this.

Their eyes looked at me as they didn't listen and stop at my height, while the other woman started what seem like a mix of flirt, manipulation and threatning.

-Alastor~! I didn't know you would come here tonight. So, what can I-

-Just let Y/n free from you and I won't use your voice as my radio's next shouting voice.

I won't start to break the ice with her, I have a job to do.

She scoffed, tried to insist to keep her cool and keep them here but the time she tried, me and Y/n were already outside. We walked a little to see a man smoking the cigar, then stopped to tell us something out of the blue:

-Ah, couples. Till their last breaths, they know they'll love each other.

-We're not a couple, sir.

I responded maybe a bit harsh as Y/n's eyes seem to change their glow when I said that, but it did hurt myself too.

-I know how to recognize one. Music used to help.

I nodded, not believing the man as our stroll continued and Y/n waved goodbye to the odd man. One question stood up in my mind as I asked myself:

 
 

 

Does it mean I should tell them my feelings are shared to hers?