Alastor's Vs

Chapter 11

Alastor's POV

I wake up feeling cold. I hate being cold. I grab my glasses and look at the alarm clock. It's 5:02 am. Why are they awake? Did Vox even come to bed? What has he been doing? I wobble out of bed and look down the hall. Everything is so much taller than before. I lose like a foot in height and now I'm only slightly taller than Lucifer. He's still a midget clown. I walk down the hallway, no destination in mind. I feel someone's hands lift me up by under my arms. Oop.

"Where are you going?" Valentino says.

"Where did you go? I got cold."

"I was getting Vox, he'll be in bed soon. Let's go back to sleep, it's early. You should wear something more comfy." He takes me back to Vox's room and tells me to stay here. He leaves and comes back with a shirt. "Wear this." I raise an eyebrow before changing into the purple shirt quickly. It's like a large dress on me. It goes past my knees and one of my shoulders is showing. Val takes my glasses off, making my vision go blurry, and sets them on the nightstand. Then I hear Vox come in.

"Well don't you look sexy," Vox says in a seductive tone. I don't like that tone. I can't even see his expression. All I see is a big bright blue rectangle. Stupid eyesight. He picks me up by my waist and drops me on the bed. They like picking me up. Why? Val joins me on the bed and wraps his lower arms around my waist. I hear some shuffling. What is Vox doing? After a few minutes, the bed dips on the other side of me. "Night, Al."

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I wake up and stretch. I feel someone holding me down. I blink and look around my blurry surroundings. I can't even reach my glasses on the nightstand. I keep trying to get them, as Vox-I think-holds me tighter. Dammit. I can't even read the time. Ugh.

"Can you let go of me?" I ask.

"Mmm. No," Vox says. He holds me even closer. "Go back to sleep. It's too early." Too early my ass. It's got to be at least past 10 am. He should've never stayed up so late. What was he doing anyway that kept him awake until five am? "Five more minutes."

"Five more minutes? Vox! It's time to get up." I flip over. I can see his eyes flickering open and his smile widening. It's faint, but I can see it.

"Today, you get to hang out with me."

"Oh goodie. I'm so excited," I say sarcastically.

"Don't be like that. Today is going to be the best day of your life." I roll my eyes. I'm sure it will be. "Come on." He lifts me up and takes me out of the bed. He switched moods fast. He places my glasses sloppily on my nose and drags me out of the room. I haven't even had my morning coffee. He then puts a blindfold on me without any warning.

"Vox what is thi-" he silences me with a quick kiss, leaving me flustered.

"Keep it on. I got something in mind for us." He grabs my hand again and drags me somewhere.

"Vox wher-" he gives me a quick kiss again.

"Shhh, sweetheart. Don't run your pretty little mouth." I feel shivers go down my spine. What is he doing to me? "Now, are you ready?" I nod hesitantly. "Good. You're going to paint me by memory and without vision."

"Really?" He puts a finger on my mouth.

"Are you up for the challenge?" I nod again. "Wonderful." He sits me down in a chair. "In front of you are 7 colors in order from red to pink. In front of that is your painting thingy."

"A canvas?"

"Yes that. That's what I said. A canvas. Oh and you have to use your fingers. No paintbrushes. I don't have any at the moment."

"Why don't you do the same thing? You paint me blindfolded and by memory. Or are you too chicken to do it yourself."

"I can do it. I'll show you I can do it. I'll do it better than you!" Whatever you say. I hear his footsteps walk away. A few minutes later, I hear him coming back shuffling around. He takes a few minutes setting up.

"You done?" I ask.

"Yes. Are you ready to be defeated?" I mentally roll my eyes.

"Ha! No."

"Okay. 3, 2, 1. Go!" I start by figuring out which can is filled with what color. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink. Vox said they're in order, but he's stupid so I don't know. I'm assuming it goes left to right. I dip my fingers in a can of paint and start drawing his rectangle head. I mixed a few paints in the palm of my hand, hoping I got the color I needed. There's no black, at least what I'm assuming, so I mix every color hoping the solution is the color black. It should be. I think.

"You done?" Vox asks.

"Almost. You?"

"Almost." I don't think he's telling the truth. I don't know. I finish up the last touches.

"Now I'm done."

"Take off the blindfolds!" Vox announces. I do just that and look at my painting. It's not bad. Could've done the eyes and smile differently. The black I was hoping to get is more of a brown. "How'd you get paint everywhere?" I look at myself. I really do have paint everywhere. It's all over my shirt, my arms, and my legs. "It's even on your face."

"Oop."

"Now, let's show our paintings." We show each other and I burst into laughter. "Really. It's not that bad. It just needs some work." He looks at my painting. "How the fuck did you do that? There's no way you made that blindfolded."

"So you admit mine is better than yours? And yes I did do this blindfolded."

"How'd you even get black?"

"I mixed the colors. And it's more brown than black." I show him my hand. My palm has a dark brown color. My fingers have an assortment of all the colors. This better wash off.

"Okay whatever." I scoop up a bit of pink paint and throw it at him. He gasps as it splatters all over his chest and neck. I laugh as he wipes it off of him, smearing it even more. He scoops up a bit of green paint and throws it at me. I duck, only making it hit the top of my head. 

"Hey!"

"You started this!"