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

Chapter 30: Let's be spontaneous together.

Quick Note: Well folks, we're at the halfway point! That's right! I have the ending drafted, and if the plan sticks, the final chapter will be Chapter 60! 

I just want to send a quick thank you to everyone who has been invested in this story and looks forward to these weekend updates! I truly appreciate it! And seeing your comments throughout the week or weekend truly brighten my day, so thank you!

Now, onto the show! 

The celebratory night before a courageous final stand. Are we stupid or brave? I'm not quite sure, but I do know that we're as prepared as we can be. Charlie and Alastor did a great job recruiting extra hands in Cannibal Town and Vaggie was able to convince Carmilla to give our group more angelic weapons to fend off the attack. There's an air of relaxation and tension, a strange mixture for sure.

What is cute to see is the nervousness of Sir Pentious as he approaches Cherri. He's been a love-struck mess with that girl for some time now, and if he doesn't say something now there might not be another chance. The way he's holding his hat nervously in his hands is just adorable! Come on, man! You got this!

"Please don't die tomorrow, okay! Bye!" He yells before slithering off.

"No!" I accidentally yell, catching the attention of Angel and Husk who are close to me at the bar. They both look at me confused. "Come on! Like you weren't paying attention!" I mention like a mad woman, gesturing towards the now alone Cherri.

"None of my business." Husk says casually as he takes another sip of his drink. He starts pouring two glasses for Angel and Cherri.

I scoff. "Like that's stopped you before." I mutter. I've noticed a relationship of some sorts building between Husk and Angel as well. I'm not exactly sure what I'd call it, but there's definitely something there. With me sitting at the bar I just feel like a third wheel! "Whatever, I'm taking my drink with me." I make my exit so that I don't have to feel like I'm getting in the way.

Charlie and Vaggie are together, Husk and Angel are together, Sir Pentious and Cherri probably COULD be together if he just asked! Why do I have to be alone? I down the rest of my drink, trying to drown my thoughts in the alcohol instead of dealing with them. It's not enough to make me drunk or even buzzed, but even just the gesture of drinking helps me try to clear my mind.

As I walk towards the main entry way, I see Alastor and Niffty on the second-floor chatting. I can't hear what they are saying from where I'm standing. It looks like she put something on his head. I can't tell exactly what it is from here, but it looks like some sort of crown. The two of them begin laughing, making me clench my glass a bit too hard.

The glass shatters, the sharp pieces falling to the floor. I look at my hand and see that I cut my hand in a few places, bleeding slightly. "God damnit." I mutter, angry about it all. I'm angry that I broke the glass. I'm angry that I'm bleeding. I'm angry that I'm angry! Why can't I just have a minute to talk with him? Is he avoiding me?

I look back up and notice that Alastor is now focused on me. The shattering glass must have caught his attention. I can't help but glare at him, getting more frustrated by making eye contact with him. I break eye contact and walk down the hallway back to my hotel room, my tail swaying vigorously in irritation with every step.

Once I get to my room, I shut my door and turn on the light. I run my uninjured hand down my face and sigh, trying to get my shit together. "What are you doing to me?" I ask myself, knowing I'm referring to him.

"I asked you the same thing just a few days ago." I hear his voice behind me. It's funny. All I've wanted was time to talk to him. Now that I have it, I'm irritated by it.

I growl, clearly irritated. "Does a closed door not mean anything to you?" I angrily question him. As I ask him, he walks up to me and grabs my hand, looking at the cuts. He looks over my hand to make sure there are no shards of glass before snapping his fingers, materializing gauze and wrapping up the injured hand.

"Hm. So you don't want to see me?" Alastor asks. He doesn't sound hurt. He sounds like he always does. In control of the situation.

"I don't!" I bark, finally looking up at him. He looks confused, head tilted to the side. My face softens. I don't believe my words either. "...I do. Ugh! I don't know!" I confess. "Just... what the fuck was yesterday, Alastor?!" I yell, finally getting to the point.

"Exactly what I told you it was." Alastor finishes bandaging my hand. "A favor." Those two words hurt more than I thought they would.

"So, nothing then." I clarify. The hurt in my voice evident.

"Not entirely." Alastor mentions, looking back at me. "There's something about being the one who owns everything about you that I enjoy. I don't just own your soul." He leans low so that he's at eye level with me. "I own your mind, your body." The way he says it makes me feel like he's proud. "I like knowing I'm the only one who does, and I intend to keep it that way." He explains.

"Do you love me?" I ask. I know Alastor is not one for emotions or connection. Is this explanation his messy way of trying to say this?

"Love you?" He repeats my words as a question, standing back up tall. "No, dear. I don't love you." This makes me angry again. "But I adore you. Admire you. I want to do what I can to keep you, in every way I can." How can he adore me, but not love me? I'm so confused.

"Do you love me?" He questions me.

"No!" The word flies out of my mouth before I can even think through the answer. I don't regret it, it's true. I don't. He's proving to be the monster I've known him to be. Why did I ever think any different?

"Exactly. But you feel something for me. I know you do. Call it whatever you want, but you crave my attention. My approval. You search for me when I'm not around, I've seen it." Alastor brings up, hands behind his back with the confidence of a man who knows he's absolutely right.

And fuck, he is. I know the conflicting feelings can be seen in my eyes. I don't love him, but I like that he's around. He doesn't love me, but he wants to care for me. "Why is this so messy?" I mutter, but loud enough for him to hear. My wandering eyes are stuck in thought. "This isn't how I pictured a relationship. With anyone. Why... why am I okay with this?! Why am I okay with you?!" I sound angry again, but I'm not necessarily angry at him at this point. I'm angry at myself.

Alastor shrugs, holding his staff in his arm. "If it's crazy, live a little crazy, mon cher." He sounds so nonchalant. With the snap of his fingers, he has two glasses in his hand. One with a brown liquid that must be some sort of whiskey and the other a red liquid I can only hope is a vodka cranberry.

"Why does it have to be what everyone expects it to be? Who says it must be perfect? Who decided that? Why not spontaneous?" He questions as he hands me the red glass. I take a sip and confirm that it is a vodka cranberry. At least he knows my drink of choice.

"We have a busy day tomorrow. So, for tonight and the days moving forward..." Alastor moves his glass up towards me for a toast. "... let's be spontaneous together."