Nightmare Ranch | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Whiskey Bottles and Heart Beats

That night, Alastor and I sat across from each other, a bottle of whiskey and an unspoken name between us. Carl Bennington. That son of a bitch who had poisoned one of my Night Mares, and would have killed more if not for the men Alastor had hired. 

"I want to kill him." I confessed, half drunk. Alastor, still sober, peered at me intently. 

In my slurring state, I slammed my empty glass on the table, stating, "I'm GOING to kill him."

Taking the glass and bottle away, he replied, "As much as I sympathize, you can't kill Bennington in the state your're in now." Wordlessly, I glared at him for a long moment before pushing my chair back and standing to my feet. The world spun slightly and I gripped the edge of the table for support. 

When the room continued to spin, I closed my eyes. Only a second later was Alastor's hand on my arm, keeping me steady. 

"You've had too much to drink...again." He said with a dry chuckle. I just shook my head, worried that more than words would come out if I dared to say anything. When I didn't reply, I felt the floor fall away from under my feet. My eyes flickered open and I realized Alastor had picked me up in his arms. He was carrying me bridal style towards my small bedroom. 

Alastor laid me on my bed, covering me with a blanket. My head felt heavy when it rested back on my pillow. It was hard to keep my eyes open. 

"Will you stay?" I murmured as he turned his back to go. Alastor paused for a second, then turned back to me. He had a half smile, shadowed in the dark room. 

Then he slid into the bed beside me and lifted me gently, only to adjust me so that my head was lying on his chest. I closed my eyes, listening to the beating of his heart. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. And ever so slowly, I drifted off sleep as Alastor held me in his arms.