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

Chapter 34: I've moved on to a new story.

Something in me has changed. I feel different, inside and out. I don't feel the anger and hatred I used to hold onto. I remember being so frustrated about my circumstances. So upset about being on Alastor's leash, especially since it wasn't my choice. But slowly those feelings have been dissipating and turning into something new.

I feel powerful. I feel a little more in control, even though I still have to answer to him. I feel much more confident in many aspects of myself. I like how I carry myself and I like this relationship I've built in secret. It's nowhere near perfect, and I love that.

After Alastor asked his second favor, I didn't put up a fight. I knew there would be no point. I could shy away and argue, but then he could've rescinded his end of the bargain. Instead, I took the high road and played along. I may have played along a little too well.

I remember acting so confident, so in control. My inner dialogue felt anything besides in control during that moment. I wanted to throw up with the actions I was doing to the poor small demon. They seemed so enthralled by me. I could've done anything to them at that time, so I took their soul.

I didn't expect Alastor to teach me how to harness a demon soul. I also didn't expect how good it would feel. Like a drug. Since then, he's helped me collect more. We've kept these hunts a secret from others in the hotel, of course. I act the same with the others. It's interesting trying to act... weaker. Especially with all this new power I feel.

I'm not sure why Alastor is helping me become more powerful. He's taken Husk's and Niffty's power. So why work on building me up? Along with that, he's become much more demanding of having me near him when the others aren't around. How lovely and imperfect.

Knowing that the late hour has the rest of the hotel guests and staff asleep, Alastor and I have taken residency in the dim lit library. I'm glad they've added some extra seating since more demons have started checking in to the hotel. This allows Alastor to sit on the end of the plush couch and enjoy his book while I lay across the couch, resting my feet on his lap.

If anyone else were nearby we wouldn't be like this. But when we know we have some privacy it's nice to be close. I'm not much for reading a novel in the middle of the night like he is. However, looking at how relaxed Alastor is as he reads is a sight I could watch all night.

I see his eyes shift over to me for a split second before focusing back onto his book. He changes his grip so that one hand is holding the book, and his other hand is running up and down the top of one of my feet that's on his lap. The gentle motion feels nice.

"I can't focus very well when you're staring at me like that, darling." Alastor mentions as his eyes continue scanning the page.

I can't help but smirk. "I'm sorry." I say sarcastically. "Am I distracting you?" I ask him in a teasing tone. He doesn't entertain me with a response but continues lazily running his hand up and down my foot as he reads. I was hoping for some banter. He knows how to push my buttons for sure.

I shift so that I'm sitting up on the couch, his hand goes back to holding the book. I scoot closer to him and look over the page. Nothing I do seems to make him stop reading. Well, this is no fun.

Now might be a fun time to test how strong my power has become. I move my hand and think of the book he's reading. With a light blue harmless foxfire, I launch the book across the room and out of his hands. Before he even has time to look irritated, I move so that both of my legs are on both sides of him, straddling his lap and looking down at him.

The light blue glow stays on my hands as I push Alastor's shoulders down so he can't get up from the couch. The thud against the back of the couch confirms that my strength is a force to be reckoned with. The irritated look of him being pinned under me is entertaining. I don't miss how one of his eyes has that bright green glow for a split second before disappearing, like he's unsure of what to do in this moment. I like this power a bit too much.

"Maybe I want some attention." I mention, moving my hand from his shoulder to his neck slowly. He's still stuck in my grasp. "You know that lately, I take what I want." I say playfully, tail swaying from the excitement of seeing how far I can take this.

I hear his breath shutter, and his look of irritation vanish. I see his eyes glow again before turning into black orbs with small red pupils. Alastor is quickly on his feet and holding me up by my neck, looking at my shocked face as his antlers grow. Shit! Was he just acting the entire time?!

Of course he was. I should know better. He'll always be stronger than me.

The lack of air has me in a panic. My hands move up to his grip around my throat, trying to pry his fingers off. My legs kick but only to kick air. I'm afraid if I say anything I'll lose precious air even quicker.

"Something we have in common, mon cher..." Alastor's dark tone states as he watches me struggle. I can barely process what he's saying as I gasp for air. I'm finally rewarded with a breath as I'm tossed onto the couch. The first few breaths are so deep, my lungs need air. The tables sure have turned, he's looking down at me now.

"You know I always take what I want." Alastor continues, calmly walking towards me. Though his form looks anything from calm. I should've known better than to try to play predator with a real predator.

Both of his arms trap me on the couch as he looks down at me, amused by my brave face but fearful eyes. Who am I kidding?

"Lucky for you, tonight, I want the same thing." Alastor's tone is much softer with that sentence. The confusion evident on my face before his lips crash onto mine. My wide eyes relax as I fall under his spell. I wrap my arms around his neck, and I feel him move closer, pressing his body into mine. The need between both of us is evident as we continue. This man knows how to play me like a fiddle. But at the same time, he's been more open about wanting me for more than just my soul.

It has been interesting. The first time Alastor expressed this need was out of desperation, an itch to scratch. But now? He's choosing to move forward.

My thoughts are interrupted as I let out a small yelp when I feel him pick me up. I instinctively wrap both my legs around his waist, finally breaking the kiss and looking at his calmer but still glowing red eyes. "Maybe I should've let you finish your book, huh?" I joke.

"Don't be silly. I've moved on to a new story." Alastor jokes as he kisses my neck. I tilt my head, allowing him more access, which I know he loves. "I plan to see how it ends before the night is over." He quips as I hear the door to the library lock with the flick of his wrist.