Siren Alternate Universe | Alastor X OC

Meeting Marie

Author's Note: This was a request featuring @Allura_887's OC (Marie), who is the granddaughter of Genevieve had she had lived.

It was your typical day at the hotel, Charlie was going through worksheets and planners with Vaggie in the lobby, yapping senselessly about her hopes for her mission. Her chirping provided Esme with the perfect backtrack as she poured herself a cup of coffee from the kitchen. She hummed to herself as she watched the hot liquid fill a perfect-sized ocean blue mug with the words 'Stay Salty' written in script across it. She turns her head to the right as the door opens and Alastor walks inside.

"Good Morning, my sweet siren~" He cooed as he ran his clawed hand through her hair, his fingers getting lost in the strands, "Good Morning, sweetheart~" She parroted back as she handed him his empty mug, "You slept soundly, which was a shocker."

"Ah, yes, well I was fairly exhausted." He shrugs, "And what can I say, having you here has been quite comforting."

"Mmmm, well, I-" Esme is cut off by the sound of lively chattering coming from the parlor, echoes of Charlie's enthusiastic voice flowing through the air. She raises an eyebrow and walks to the kitchen door, pushing it open a smidge and peaking through,

"And right over here, we have our bar, oh and to the right we have this great section where the guests really come together an...."

She continues to ramble on and Esme tenses up, feeling Alastor's body behind her. He peaks his head out on top of hers (well several inches above her) and she looks up at his quizzical expression, "Another guest?"

"It seems so..." Esme mumbles, analyzing the young demon's movements. Her eyes glow faintly, studying her, "I've never seen her in the ocean before..." She whispers, noting the demons dark blue features and fins. She had short blue hair in small tentacles and bright green eyes, "Strange..."

The two have a moment of silence in thought.

"Should we go introduce ourselves?" Esme questions. Alastor sighs, his eyes dropping in annoyance, "When I'm fully caffeinated, perha-"

"Oh, Alastor, Esme!" Charlie beams, "I'd like to introduce you to Marie, our newest guest for the hotel!" Esme clears her throat and steps out of the threshold, Alastor following behind her. Charlie turns to Marie with a bright smile, "Oh, I'm just so excited! You're so young, I bet you'll be redeemed in no time. I mean what bad could you have possibly done t-"

"Marie, is it?" Esme interrupts, sensing this may be headed to a sensitive subject, "A pleasure, dear." She holds out her hand and feels a strange pull when her damp skin makes connection with hers, "You know, I don't recognize you from the sea."

"I just got here!" Marie explains, "I didn't think I'd meet you so soon." Esme's fins stick up on the top of her head at this, taken back by the statement,

"Oh...were you looking for me?"

"Are you Esme Hartfelt?"

Esme's eyes widen and she turns to look at Alastor. The two had agreed never to share their human names with any of the sinners as a way to protect themselves. Neither the name Luciano, nor Hartfelt, was echoed in the ring by their mouths, as they didn't want past victims or characters of their past to recognize them. "I-I'm sorry? Perhaps you have the wrong sinner..."

"Oh, but didn't you say that was your name when we visited heaven?" Charlie asks, placing a finger on her chin and tilting her head, "I swear I remember that name."

There's a low radiostatic frequency and Esme smiles bashfully at Alastor.

Fuck.

"Oh my god!" Marie squeals, "It really is you!" Marie pulls her close, looking up at her with a gasp, "Wow, you look so different than those old photographs."

Esme bears her fangs, "I beg your pardon?"

"I'm Marie Fay, Genevieve Hartfelt's granddaughter!"

If the radiostatic was noticeable then, well now it practically engulfed the space. Alastor forcefully yanked Esme back towards him, to which Marie noticed and she started circling him, "Damn, you are tall. I know grandma always said you were, but you're even bigger than I imagined."

"I'm terribly sorry, but we must go." Alastor says sternly, "This little discussion was fun and all, but it's highly inappropriate and questionable." Alastor huffs, pulling his wife away despite her pleading eyes. She looks back at Marie as she follows him, her eyes glowing brightly, attempting to assess for danger.

"Alastor...I don't think she's lying...." She says softly, letting out a small gasp as he spins her in front of him,

"Even if this person is telling the truth, we do not know them. We do not know their intentions."

"But she's from Genny..."

"Blood means nothing, Esme, you should know better than that."

Esme scowls at him and pulls her arm back, "We raised our girl better than that, surely she would have passed down the same values."

"Ahh yes, the values of a mafia princess and a serial killer how admirable~"

"You know, if you don't wish to know her, that's fine, but I have my own rights."

He huffs and rolls her eyes, "Very well..." He leans down, "But I'm not cleaning up your mess when it backfires." He walks away, opening the doors to the hotel with a wave and exiting. Esme turns back to Marie and Charlie, chuckling nervously.

"Heh, well Alastor has never been one for new people...heh...." She walks over, "Now, where were we?" She takes the young sinner by the hands and walks off, "Oh, I want to hear everything! Tell me, how was our young daughter, my golly I can't believe she had a family of her own." She turns to Marie, brushing her dark blue tentacles behind her shoulder,

"I'm so happy to have found you." Marie continues, "I was a little worried, but when I heard of The Siren and saw your name with..." She looks to the door, "...his...I wondered if it'd be you."

Esme hummed, studying the young girl and her features, "Indeed we are, but I must ask why you're here. Come, let's chat."

She takes her by the hand and leads her to their shared room to continue this conversation...

In private. 

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