Trapped (Alastor x reader) (Slow Updates)

41: Snap (Alastor POV)

Couldn't think of a better title XD
As a friendly reminder, this chapter will have parts from the previous chapter but obviously, this is in Alastor's POV, it took longer to do because I wanted to add a little extra in so that you weren't just re-reading the same thing.

TRIGGER WARNING! Death threats, depressive/suicidal thoughts, mental breakdown, and insults for people with disabilities

(Past)

"Why don't you join in on some of the lessons? I think it would be good for you"

"I have work soon"

"Then we could do it when you come back"

"Charlie, I appreciate that you want me to feel involved, but I really am not comfortable being around this many people, period, I have a hard time as it is mingling with the people at work"

"Oh, okay, may I ask what you do in your spare time?"

".... I exist and drift until I am needed to leave the house again"

"Doesn't that get a little, lonely for you?"

"... Physically or mentally? Because physically I don't feel the need to cuddle up to someone, mentally though, I can't tell the difference in anything anymore"

(Present)

Alastor found himself being torn apart in many directions. He has no idea what he's been feeling exactly towards the human, but he found himself enjoying it more than the attention he's felt anywhere else, including Rosie and Mimzy.

And he ALWAYS enjoyed their company the most considering his, picky nature as some called it. HAH!

But now that he only had new entertainment in the form of Echo, things were different, more so than usual.

If you ignore how he had first heard/met them, then the first thing would be during the months of staying in the living world, he found himself enjoying the strange attacks on his chest, it felt like the same satisfaction after he killed someone. How could he hate something that he always felt on a regular basis?

Well, his question was answered when they started to ignore him, a lot, only answering questions if they were being directed to them and nothing else. It made him feel like Hell did indeed freeze over, their scent alone wasn't enough to keep him warm on a cold night, it felt like his own body was betraying him. Attacking him from the inside.

The bullying and attacks on them also sent him into an almost unstable rage mode that not even Charlie would have been able to get him out of, and he did not like his emotions taking control of him. He controlled them, not the other way around.

Then the recent one when he found Angel and Echo cuddling on their bed without a care in the world. At first, he thought it was unsightly, they weren't married after all so why should they be together on a bed like that? He felt worse when he saw Echo looking at Angel with a similar look of affection he only ever willingly showed to his mother, and even that was rare.

Alastor paused his walk and looked up at the night sky as if it held the answer to his predicament. Was this what his mother meant by 'finding the one?' He was certain he was showing the very symptoms his mother told him about from 18 onward. He always brushed it off as nonsense, mainly because, in a way, he was 'married to his job', he could not think of any other reason, if you didn't include murder anyway.

Echo. No. Y/n derailed that thought completely when he met them for the first time, it didn't feel like love though, it felt like something else entirely.