Strings of Fate

Chapter 21: Jealousy

 
Alastor's POV:

Let go of them. 

You shouldn't touch them.

L̵̮̤̙̠͈̬̱̆ē̸̦̹̱͖͍̪̟̣͍̎͂͒̈́̂̉͐̕͠ͅt̴̬̩̭͓̙͌̀̐̿̈̿̇͛͝ ̵͚̖͚̱̞͇͍͋͛̾͊̄͘͝g̸̪̬̻̪̎̊̈o̴̱̮̻̖͎̘͗̿͛͋̓͠ ̴̣̟͎̯̗̀̅͂̑͗̍͋͜͝o̶̡̦̱̗̮͍̘̎̓̚f̵̨̳̮̰̃̋̑͋̏͆ ̵̧͙̺̥̝͎̪́̍̈̄̇̽̂̀̇͂t̷͇̩͐͊̓̅̋̀͗̕̚h̵̺̬̜̜̯̬̼̤͈͐̎͋̊̇̉̆̍̅͘ͅe̶̪̥̝̯̼̹̫̐̍͂͌̃̐̈́̕̕͜͜m̷͚͈͕͔̜̍̎̊͠

-Damn, for someone who sounded like a broken record, trying to convince that ain't in love with mon petit ange, you seem quite jealous of that bastard.

As Andrew kissed their hand before leaving the stage, the air around became more sufferable when the next song started. On top of that, this was the moment the old man chose to laugh his heart open.

-It's quite obvious you are, pal. At least to me. Even if you hide those emotions behind a smile, someone somewhere will always be able to know what you are truly feeling. And you know, a relationship doesn't need to be showed in public to be one.

I thought and debate with myself if I should indeed reveal this to them, enough that I almost not noticed the end of the show and them bowing out their stage's leaving. It was at that moment that I got that uneasy feeling, and I wasn't alone feeling this by looking at the old man's face. 

-Let's go.

We both quickly passed the employees' door to see closed door, a dance troup in flapper outfits and a few modest black feathers covering the floor to an artist's door. Slowly approaching it, a low and deep, but quite honeyed voice was talking, without both of us able to hear a word what seemed to be a man said.

But the next voice was more soft to the ear, the words clearer of who it is. 

-If that is a way to tell me you love me, then it's a no. I don't like you the same way you do. I never will.

As Y/n's father swung the door open, both of us could see how the grip on their jaw was harsh, and how a couple of inches were holding them off the ground. And when the shorter and plumper man push and pinned to the ground what seemed to be Andrew, all I did was staying behind Y/n in case something goes wrong. I am protective of them, that is a fact. But that because I have to accept my feelings for them and suck it up to tell them the truth.

-I don't know what you were trying to do here, but don't you dare touch my daughter, you bastard!

-Oh shut up Henry!

That's when Andrew shoved him on the wall, leaving him with a bloodied nose and a busted lip.

Henry. That's not so bad of a name for that old man.

As I felt Y/n froze in an anger that boiled inside of them, all I could do was getting annoyed from the situation, but the feeling of having to protect them came back like a slap to the face when he tried to touch them again, but backing away when I made it clear what I'll do if he does. All he did was to sigh and talk a second time in that irritating honeyed tone.

-You know what I can do Y/n. All you need to do is come with me and be mine, body and soul. But if you don't...

He let the dices in his hand fall to the ground, taking out a gun and one thing I knew was bad for them happened: he shooted inHenry's thigh who pathetically tried to not yell out the pain. Blood leaked to the ground to form a small carmine lake. As a wet and squishy octopus-like arms in Andrew's back suprisingly got fast enough to wrap around me as tight as a vice, I knew it wasn't the short, but sharp, pain around me that was more the problem: it was that my cane got kicked enough far that I couldn't grab it back, or that my arms were stuck in the tentacle.

I could feel my old, cold heart shatter a little when Y/n ran to their father, ripping the snow colored dress and wrap it tightly around his thigh, making sure it had a bit of pressure to stop it. Their eyes were holding back the tears I wished, deep inside of me, that I would never see, as their body hugged Henry like to protect him of that danger with 10 arms. Their voice sounded like a desperate plea, a desperate yell to take back Andrew's attention on them.

-That's enough! I accept to make a deal with you, but please, do not hurt them!

He shoved me to the closest wall and slapped me with one of his tentacles, before he walked to them and his honeyed, manipulative voice lowered to answer their words.

-I'm listening.

-You'll have no rights to hurt any of them from your hands or mines. In exchange...

They took a breath, like to make them accept their own decision.

-...I accept to give you my soul.

Their father immediately started to try to convince them not to do so. Their eyes locked into mine next, like to convince me they will be fine. But I knew it won't be when I could feel the sinister smile of who will now be their soul owner. And internally, I couldn't accept it.

-Seems fair. So... Do we have a deal, Y/n?

They took another breath, gettingup to their feet as they stop in front of the gambling Overlord and took him hand in theirs, a powerful vermillion hue envelopping them to confirm the deal.

-We have a deal... Andrew.

When their words got confirmed, the hue slowly fade away, replacing by a deep orange colored chain around their neck. The beginning of their, most likely, worse nightmare.

As their body got forced to move out of that short street to a black limousine, their eyes looked back at me with a forced, but still beautiful smile before being pushed inside and quickly disappear in those streets.

I'll find where he'll hide you, Y/n. And that day, I'll take the courage to ask for your love. That is my promise to you.

Y/n's POV:

The limousine stopped, hours later, in the parking lot of a Victorian Era styled estate, one with gorgeous gigantic gables. The orange collar pulled harshly on my neck, making me almost choke every time he pulled me towards him.

-You know I don't appreciate being like this, sugar, but it is for the best. I am sorry, I have no choice but to.

Yeah, yeah, like if you really were sorry.

Between hallways of sharks and fishes aquariums and immense rooms full of casino tables full with sinners, he grabbed my wrist to bring me in an elevator, where one click and we were going down to another set of the same hallways of aquarium. But this time, only sharks and exotic fishes of weird shapes were swimming around.

Rooms with doors just like in jail were on one side. Someone, who was obviously to be a bodyguard for Andrew, opened a door of a particular one, before the man took my wrist and swung me inside, letting me fall to the ground in a loud thud. The door closed and got locked, the key going in Andrew's pocket before they both left in a psycopathic laugh. And there I was, left alone in that cold room where time will flow slowly.

At least, that's what I thought.

A sound behind me had caught my attention, one like if someone got up and walked closer to me. Of course, I look behing my back to see who it was. However, when I looked closely, I could recognize that person without had seem her in my entire afterlife.

Sage skin, long midnight blue wavy hair, deep teal orbs and mermaid scales at a few spots of her skin. The blouse and trousers on her were as beautiful and fitting as her, not a single spot of dust anywhere.

That could only be one person.

𝓐𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭.