Strings of Fate

Chapter 10: Familiar

Y/n's POV:

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

That's what I heard after had been pushed off by Arabelle's power and thrown violently in the wall. My eyes looked at the voice I recognized too much as the view of a strap red coat, the one I offered him at the tailor, was in my vision. Alastor.  I decided to not listen and stop at his height, so he could grab me enough quick if she attacks again, while this woman started what seem like a manipulative flirting and her threatning eyes looked in mine.

Is she trying to scare me?

-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.

That was loud and clear from Alastor. I knew he could had done it way sooner, I just don't know why he didn't.

Arabelle scoffed in response to him, trying to insist to keep a face and not look weak in front of some employees, or more like owned souls, but when she did, Alastor had already grabbed my arm and brought me outside.

Well that was fast.

Then, when I could look around, I noticed the name of Arabelle's place.

Arabelle's bistro.

Was it her best idea, so she probably didn't had other ideas, or just that she didn't wanted to take time for that?

We walked together for some time as a man smoking the cigar was seen. He also saw us as he stopped, telling 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.

Alastor quickly answered. It did hurt to hear that, because in a way, I did wish we were. But I know he's right and we're not.

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

Wait... It does feel familiar now that I hear this. Like if that man was dad... But dad went to Heaven right?

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

That was what dad told me when we sat at the park with our beignets. It was a sunny morning and it was dad and I's little Valentines's Day together. Like always, it started with a walk to the park, where all the couples decided to stroll in under the trees. And this time, it was a very young couple that was shyly discussing, not sure who'll do the first step. But you, suddenly questionning yourself, you asked:

-Dad? Do you think I could someone like those people here one day?

He only chuckled at my question as his eyes gets locked in mine's, the same way his hands intertwined with my small ones.

-Mon petit ange, I think you will surely fall in love one day, no matter who it'll be. Remember this, ma fille: you should love a man that treats you right. A man that will protect you from danger. A man who's also a gentleman. But the most important, you should love a man that loves you for who you are in your heart and soul, not for your looks.

I nodded, understanding what he said as he picked me up with the food and exclamed.

-So, who's up for your father's famous crawfish etouffee?

-Me!

We laughed as he walked out if the park with me sat on his shoulder as the shy couple both made the move to finally kissed each other.

Alastor didn't looked to believe the man and made me a little sign that we should continue our stroll. I waved to the man, knowing how familiar he is to my own father, but I reminded myself: dad is in Heaven for sure. He never did anything that could lead him in Hell, so he couldn't be here...

Right?

The last of the walk was forgot while I was lost in my thoughts. And all was in my thought was my past life, how many memories were like a fairytale...

-Let me go William!

-Y/n, I won't let you back there, you're hurt already!

-I need to help her! Let me go!

I continued to yell and fight back as my brother, William, was restraining me by holding my waist. The neighborhood was all where we were, looking at me like I was some animal in a circus. Dawn was already behind us and an autumnal palette was now making beautiful waves around the house.

And a few less magical, I thought while shaking the memory out of my mind.

We arrived to my house quicker than I thought. My first reflex was to thank him and wave goodbye, however, he immediately stopped me by holding my wrist gently.

-Y/n, before you go...

He looked like he was hesitating to say it. Even if his face was as stoic and smiling as usual, I felt like I could now know a little more how he was really feeling inside.

-I think we need to talk.

-Yes? What is to talk about Alastor?

-What happened in Arabelle's bistro. Your performance on stage.

Oh no.