You Won't Get Away Twice (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 8: You have one week.

Come around to the idea of being in a contract with Alastor for the remainder of my existence. That was his recommendation. It's a hard pill to swallow and I don't know if I'm capable of it. I've really tried to wrap my head around the idea since he's said it, but I just can't imagine this life. Did I really fuck up that bad when I was living to deserve this? Did I really defy fate by living that day and depriving Alastor from another kill?

I motion for Husk to pour me another drink as I stay lost in my thoughts. I haven't said much to him during my time sitting at the bar.

"You look like shit." Husk states as he makes me another vodka cranberry. "Wanna bitch and moan to the bartender?" He asks with a little smile. I know he's truly asking if I want to talk.

I smile a little, looking up at him. "No offense Husk, but if you ever make me moan, I'll set myself on fire." I grab the freshly poured drink and take a sip.

"Ouch, that hurts, sly vixen." Husk shakes his head as he takes my previously empty glass. "I'm not your type, huh? So then, what is?" Husk questions as he starts cleaning the empty glass.

I shrug. "Not really interested much in that type of thing to be honest. Never really was." That fact always made me feel broken, especially in my era. "I'd go on dates to keep friends and family happy. Try to enjoy the time. But it always felt like a chore." I look at my drink as I speak, not at Husk. "People kept telling me I just haven't found the right person. Who knows. Maybe they're right. Maybe they're wrong." I mention as I shrug my shoulders again.

"Huh, something you and him have in common." Husk mutters. The way he emphasizes the word 'him' I know exactly who he's talking about.

"Oh, don't put me in the same category as that monster." I groan, looking at Husk. "We're nothing alike." I argue.

Husk shrugs. "I wouldn't say nothing alike." He counters. "You're both manipulative, you both have small circles of people you choose to interact with, you both have no sexual desires, and aren't you both from the same era?" Husk questions.

"Okay, you can stop now. I'm going to throw up." I say dramatically as I lean over the bar, acting like I'm going to puke on his floor.

"And sometimes theatrical when you don't need to be." Husk throws in a final point, making me glare at him and twitch my tail in irritation. "Is that what has you drinking like a sailor in the middle of the day? Still frustrated with your circumstances?" Husk asks.

"You're not?" I question Husk, looking a bit angry. "How have you been so calm this whole time? I don't understand." I explain. "Alastor basically told me to accept my circumstances and I'm struggling. But you. You seem like you could care less. Have you just given up?" I continue.

Husk shrugs as he grabs a beer from behind the counter and pops the top off. "It's not that I've given up. I'm just letting things ride out as they need to right now." He explains calmly as he takes a drink. "Some days that's easier to do than others, sure. But if I get to see another day then that's a good day."

Maybe that's a mentality I can get behind right now. If I can't be happy about my current circumstances, I can at least try to keep surviving for the next day. Who knows what it'll bring, right?

"Thanks Husk. I needed that more than you know." I say with a smile as I finish up my drink. I sigh. "Speaking of boss man. I have to go find him and get my next assignment." I roll my eyes. Doesn't Alastor feel like he has me doing enough. Husk just manages this bar and Niffty cleans! Why am I running around like a mad woman?!

"See you on the other side, sly vixen." Husk gives a small salute as he continues drinking his beer.

I've never been in Alastor's room, but that's where he told me to meet him around this time. I thought some liquid courage from the vodka cranberries would help get rid of some of the nervousness, but I was wrong. After walking the hallway for a bit of time I finally found the door to his room. I stand in front of it for what feels like minutes. Why am I so hesitant to knock? If I'm late though, I worry I'm in for a much worse fate.

That thought finally gives me the courage I need to knock on the door. As I wait, I can feel my heart rate rising. I need to stop being so nervous.

My ear twitches as I hear the doorknob turn. I look up at him once he opens the door. That same grin on his face that's always there. I'm learning that because he's not very expressive with his facial expressions that there's a lot to be said when looking into his eyes. If he's impressed or upset his eyes will show it. Right now, he just looks, maybe happy?

"(y/n), darling. Right on time." Alastor says. He sounds pleased as he motions with his finger for me to follow him into the room.

I follow and take a look around. The front of the room is about what I expected, but it seems to be missing an actual bed. Where does he sleep then? As my eyes move further, I see that there's an entire forest in this room. How in Hell did he manage to do this? How far does it go? Is that where he hides his bed? I have so many questions.

"You've done a wonderful job getting information on the V's while I've been gone." Alastor mentions. I'll take that as a compliment, but I won't thank him for it. I don't interrupt him; I wait in silence for him to continue. "I want you to gather just a bit more from each of them. It will help me understand further what they've been up to while I've been away." He explains.

"Alright. What information do you want me to get?" I ask him.

Alastor shakes his finger at me, his other hand on his staff. "Items. They may hold information, but physical items." He clarifies. "A drone from Vox, a copy of the contract between Valentino and the King of Lust, and one of Velvette's love potions." He lists off.

These are not easy items to get! If I don't do this properly, I'll be executed by one of the V's for sure! My brain is trying to rapidly think through ideas of how I'm going to get these items. Where do I start?

"When can you get these items by?" Alastor asks, snapping me out of my internal spiral.

I look back at him, realizing I must have been looking around the room while I was thinking. "A... a month?" I ask. I don't sound confident at all. I'm not even positive if I'll be able to get this done in a month.

"A week." Alastor claims. "You have one week." Now I'm even less confident I'll survive.