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

Chapter 16: What brought you to Hell, darling?

"Hm. Interesting." Alastor says to my response as he takes another bite. I can't tell from that answer if he's pleased, upset, or truly doesn't care.

I eat in-between the awkward silence. As much as I'm not sure what to say, he wasn't lying when he said that this jambalaya was fucking delicious. But I don't know how much more of this silence I can take.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask Alastor. I'm still uncomfortable with how kind he's been this evening and I'm not sure if it's a front. He looks at me and shrugs.

"You can ask whatever you want. It doesn't mean I'll provide an answer though." Alastor goes back to eating. Okay, so at least that response wasn't hostile. Let's press my luck, I guess.

"Why did you attack me that night?" I ask. He doesn't say anything right away, finishing his bite. "Were you planning to attack me the minute you met me? Or did you decide that I would be your victim at some point during the date?" I ask for clarification.

Alastor takes his napkin and pats down his face before answering. "Let me ask you a counter question. What brought you to Hell, darling?" He questions me.

I don't get angry, but I am confused. "I don't see how that's relevant." I begin, taking a sip of my wine. "You should know better than most that I'm a thieving con artist. I stole and conned many people in my living time. I had to find a way to pay my own way, and working at a coffee shop during The Depression wasn't cutting it." I explain to Alastor.

"Having to provide for yourself in order to survive isn't exactly a sin in of itself." Alastor elaborates. "Sure, if you're selling or using drugs for money or providing your body as a service those could be terms for eternity in Hell. But taking a few extra dollars from the rich because you'd die if you didn't eat that night is different." He focuses back on me. "Did you steal more than what you needed?" He asked.

"Sometimes." I lie.

"That's a lie." Alastor catches on fast. Maybe I've been around him too long.

Now I'm getting a little nervous. I take another drink of my wine.

"I watched you for some time, darling. You could go days without stealing. You would only resort to the method if you were desperate. You needed to survive." Alastor takes another sip of wine. "What brought you to Hell, darling?" He asks again.

Does... does he know?

My eyes dart around the room for a few seconds, which I know is not a good sign. It shows that I'm panicking and not sure how to respond. It's probably exactly what he wants. I take another sip of wine, which finishes my glass. Alastor calmly takes my glass. I'm guessing he's going to fill it again, but I'm too busy looking around the room to notice. Do I tell him?

"I..." I start before second guessing my choice. I shake my head and look back at him. "It was an accident!" I yell out, both hands on the table.

"Accident or not, it's a sin." Alastor says calmly as he puts my now filled wine glass back on my side of the table. He puts both of his hands together, elbows on the table and fingers intertwined. "It was also my territory, darling." His eyes narrow at me.

I see now. I understand the confusion. I shake my head again. "I never wanted to, Alastor. He left me no choice! I wasn't trying to-"

"Oh, I understand that you were in quite the predicament." Alastor interrupts me, moving his hand back to his wine glass and twirling the drink. "I targeted you because you stole my kill. Beyond that, with the lustful look you had in your eyes that night, I couldn't risk you enjoying the thrill of the kill and taking my livestock." He states calmly.

"No..." I mutter. It was such a misunderstanding. I didn't enjoy it. He lies! I frantically take a bigger drink of the wine, trying to get my thoughts straight. Before I can get another word in, I hear a voice from the hallway.

"(y/n)? Alastor?" Angel questions as he walks by, his phone in hand. He looks like he had a rough night. Clothes torn up a bit and blood in his hair. "What exactly are you two up to?" He sounds suspicious.

"Oh, I made too much jambalaya and asked (y/n) to help me so that it didn't go bad! She's also celebrating a successful job well done, and there's no better way to celebrate than a nice bottle of wine!" Alastor laughs, playing off the setting.

Angel has this strange look on his face that I can't quite describe. He looks at the table and then straight at me. It's like he wants to say something but is struggling to find a way to say it out loud.

"Is everything alright, Angel?" Alastor asks, snapping Angel out of his daze. "You look worn down, my friend. Maybe you should go get some rest." He recommends, tilting his head to the side.

The concerned look I saw on Angel's face just a second ago has changed to fear. It's very interesting. "Y-yeah, you're probably right, Alastor. I just need a good night's sleep." He says uncomfortably. "Have a good night, (y/n)." He says as he waves and continues down the hallway.

What did he want to say?

I don't even remember what we were talking about before Angel interrupted. But my heart feels like it's trying to beat out of my chest. My face feels a little flushed and my hands are oddly clammy. What is happening to me? It must just be the nerves.

I take another gulp of my drink, finishing the glass and putting it back on the table with a sigh. My whole body feels like it's getting warm. I must be getting sick. I hope it's not the food. I shake my head and put my hand on my forehead. "What's going on?" I mutter, though apparently loud enough for Alastor to hear.

"Hm. Interesting. I didn't think it would take effect this quickly." Alastor mentions, quickly grabbing my attention. What is he talking about?

He pulls a partially filled glass bottle from his coat pocket. I recognize that bottle and the remaining pink liquid inside it. That's the same love potion I stole from Velvette and gave to Alastor!

"Wh-what did you do with that?!" I ask in a panic. I feel like my breathing has picked up a bit and I move my hand over my heart. It sure is beating fast.

"Silly girl. I put it in your drink." Alastor laughs as he stands up and puts it back in his coat. "I need to see how it works and I'm not going to drink it." I knew he was being too nice. The whole thing was a front. I need to get out of here!

I push my chair back to leave, but before I get very far Alastor is already standing next to me. He has one hand behind his back and one hand under my chin which forces me to look up at him. "Now, be a good little pet and show me exactly what this drug does."