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

Chapter 52: Them?

Synopsis of Chapter 50 and Chapter 51: Alastor stayed the night in your room with you. He showered you with affection and was overall much more attentive and gentler in his demeanor with you than he had ever been. Much more vulnerable with you than he had ever been in the past.

The two of you got onto the topic of kids. Sinners can't have kids but talked about if either of you ever wanted kids. You confessed that you had thought about it back when you were alive but believe that life takes you on the path you're supposed to be on. You weren't upset. Alastor was the opposite. He never thought about it when he was alive, but wished it were possible after meeting you.

Now, onto the show!

I slept like a rock last night. I don't know if it was the comfort of having him nearby and feeling safe, or if it was the exhaustion from our activities the night before. But I feel rested and ready for the rest of the day! I haven't even opened my eyes yet, but I feel so relaxed and happy. I feel like things are going to finally begin turning around in a positive direction. I know that's a strange thing to think when you're in Hell, but there's nothing wrong with wanting something better.

His intoxicating and wonderful scent is still all over the covers and sheets. I love taking deep breaths and surrounding myself in more of all this. This warmth, this feeling, this scent, this happiness, all of it.

I roll over to wrap my arm around him, but there's nothing there. I finally open my eyes and blink a few times to adjust to the light. The covers are pulled up a little haphazardly, but he's definitely not in bed anymore. I look around the room and notice he's not even in the room. My ear twitches, listening closely. There's no water running or the sound of footsteps. He's not in the bathroom either. Where did he go?

As much as I don't want to leave the warmth of my bed, I should really start getting up to find him and figure out what I'm doing with the rest of my day. I don't rush and I don't feel panicked. He's probably fine. A nice morning shower and a change of clothes helps me start my day.

I first start my search for him back towards the entrance. I look around the lobby and bar but don't see any sign of him.

I check the kitchen and dining room. He did make me breakfast before, I thought maybe he was doing that again. But he's not here either.

I walk up to his room in the hotel. I knock first and wait patiently, getting no response. I put my ear up to the door, listening for any hints that he could be hiding behind there. I don't hear any movement.

I can only think of one more place to look.

Once I make it to the door to his radio tower, I notice a light on next to the door that states, 'on air.' I don't even knock, worried that it could be distracting. I put my ear up to the door, just to make sure. I can't hear exactly what he's saying, but I do hear his voice. Good, he's safe. My mind can rest easily.

Now that I know where he is, I catch the sound of my stomach growling. I should really make something for breakfast. I calmly make my way back to the kitchen as I debate how I want my eggs.

*Alastor's POV*

I hate this feeling. It's been years since I've felt this. The cold heavy metal around my neck. This feeling of helplessness and powerlessness. I should've known things were going too well. I never thought this would be a problem. It was only a deal between me and her. But now I have (y/n). I don't want to hurt her.

"Alastor..." I hate how my name sounds coming from her lips. I know the smile is plastered on my face, but it's not hard to miss how unhappy I am at this moment. I feel her tug, forcing me to take another step closer. The harder I fight to stay five feet away from her, the more it hurts.

"Why do you insist on making things more difficult for yourself?" She asks me. I finally look at her, the disdain still in my eyes.

"Your job, Alastor, is to protect Charlie." She states clearly. I can see that even though she looks confident, she's angry. "Whatever project or endeavor she pursues, you support her." She continues. "I don't care if you believe in her cause, but you will make sure she's safe."

She finally stands up and walks towards me. As much as I want to, I know better than to back away. My ears instinctively fall back against my head, I'm obviously very unhappy.

"I chose you because you're powerful. Not easily swayed by those around you. A confident and secure man. A wise choice." As much as her words sound like a compliment, I don't want to hear them.

She's finally close enough to touch me, and I know she will. I feel her fingers grip my chin and my body jerks away like it was burnt on a stove. This doesn't sit well with her. The sharp yank on my neck forces me to stumble and catch my balance, an imperfect moment. She again grabs my face in her hand.

"What happened, Alastor?" She asks me. I don't answer her. She already knows the answer to her own question. "Since when do you truly care about anyone other than yourself?" She asks.

I still haven't answered. I don't look away from her either. The fact that she's aware of my relationship with (y/n) has me on edge. I need to make sure she doesn't hurt her. I think she can see the spark in me. If she's not careful, she'll start a fire.

"Your little... pet, is becoming quite the distraction, wouldn't you say?" She finally removes her grip on me, walking past me slowly. My eyes follow her closely. "We just can't afford you having any distractions, Alastor." I don't like where this is going.

My demonic form is slipping out before I can even think of it. The black tendrils surrounding me as my claws extend and the smile on my face is plastered with sharpened teeth.

This causes her to look back at me, unamused. "Wow, Alastor, are you actually in love with the girl?" She laughs. She's not threatened by me at all. This just makes me angrier. "This will be entertaining." She says lowly, but loud enough for me to hear.

"I've got quite the test for you downstairs, Alastor." She begins. I'm confused, but I don't show it. "Can you keep them safe while not jeopardizing my little girl's safety? If they prove to be too much of a distraction for you, I'll dispose of them easily." She explains coldly. She laughs one more time, disappearing in the shadows. "Have fun playing pretend." Are the last words I hear her say.

Them? The patrons at the hotel? I don't care about them, I care about (y/n) and (y/n) alone. If she's in danger...

I'm moving in the shadows before I can process the end of that thought. It's not hard for me to find her. I can recognize that wonderful scent anywhere in the hotel.

When I emerge in the kitchen, I look much more composed than I truly feel. My demonic form in-check as I approach her. She's not alone. Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, and even Niffty are all looking at her.

When (y/n) turns around I finally notice what everyone seems to be focused on. In her arms is a young female child. Beautiful and curious (e/c) eyes and flawless elegant skin tone just like (y/n)'s. But the shoulder length red, black-tipped hair and fluffy deerlike ears look just like mine. All the attention seems to have moved to me.

"Alastor?" (y/n)'s voice sounds confused and concerned.

Lilith... what did you do?