Like A Drug (Radiodust Oneshots)

Betrayal Often Comes From Those You Trust (Part 2)

Sorry this took forever...

Alastor looked over at the destruction he'd made, and turned back to his hostage, pinned by the neck against the wall. "Are you sure you don't want to end up like them?" he jerked his head to the bodies and blood.

 The guy shivered, but kept his mouth shut. Alastor squeezed his neck tighter. He choked, and clawed at the hands gripping his throat. "I don't..." he wheezed. "Know...where...they...are."

 "Then what do you know?" Alastor hissed, flecks of black liquid hitting the guy's face.

 "They...left...in a...truck..." the man choked. "They said...they'd be...back...in two...weeks. That's...all...I...know."

 Alastor felt like interrogating him further, but clearly the guy didn't know anything else. He saw a sparkle of metal in his pocket, and he reached in and yanked it out. It was a locket with a picture of the man with a woman and two children. "Is this your family?" he asked.

 The man nodded, and Alastor dropped him. "Tell anyone, and I will kill you," he warned. The man nodded, snatched the locket up and ran (well, stumbled) away from Alastor.

 Alastor sighed, and walked away, growling. Nobody knew where Arackniss and Angel's father had ran off to. He had a bone to pick with them, and well...let's just say they wouldn't need an extermination for a long, long time.

 He walked home, footsteps left on the ground in blood. He was fuming, to say the least. When he found Arackniss and Father...he would make it long, and painful.

 "Where have you been?" Angel cried, slamming into him as soon as he entered the hotel. He gently hugged Angel back.

 Angel had seemed to get over what happened quickly, but Alastor knew deep down he was traumatized, and felt betrayed. The main reason behind this thinking was that he always really badly reacted when Alastor was out for too long and he didn't know where he was.

 "I've been out," Alastor said. He glanced around quickly, and saw no one around. He grabbed Angel's wrist quickly. "I know you feel cooped up in here. Do you want to go out for a bit?"

 Angel smiled widely, and took Alastor's hand. "My hero."

 Despite the mass murder Alastor had caused, the restaurant owner let them in. There were hardly any guests except a pair of scorpions in the corner, chatting in low voices. They took a seat and held their hands. "I can't believe how many people you've killed, Al," Angel said. "Just to find my father and brother."

 Alastor shrugged, squeezing his hand. "I won't let them get away with what they did," he said. "Even if I have to kill everyone in Hell to find them, I will."

 Angel smiled, and looked down at the table, tracing his finger around a scratch in the wood. "They - " he broke off, and looked away, suddenly upset. "I'm fine." He squeezed Alastor's hand.

 One of the scorpions in the corner walked past them. There was an aura around him that was horribly familiar. Angel shuddered, and tightened his grip on Alastor's arm. Then he let go, and stood up, turning to face the scorpion.

 "Ari - " he said.

 The scorpion whirled, ripping off the cloak shielding his face. Arackniss grinned back, evilly and sickly. Alastor tried to get up, fast, only to find himself stabbed in the neck by a needle. A warmth spread throughout his neck, and he suddenly felt weak, floppy. In this state he wouldn't be able to show his Radio Demon. Clever cocks, he thought.

 Arackniss stepped closer to Angel. Angel didn't move, even as Arackniss walked around him. "Hello, little brother," he said, poking him in the chest. "Healed up?"

 Angel shrugged. "Sorry to disappoint, but yes, I have," he said, twisting a few strands of hair between his fingers. "Such a shame, really. Would've been much easier to overpower me if I hadn't."

 "Should we kill him?" a demon said. Angel turned. Three demons, big and beefy, were holding Alastor up. His hands were tied behind his back, and he was limp, but awake. One held a knife with a tip that looked like it could fall off at any moment.

 "Keep him alive," Father said. "He could be useful."

 Angel grinned wide, seemingly un-bothered, when really inside he wanted to rip off the three demons' head, and chomp off Arackniss's, and stomp on his father's neck.

 "Now we're just missing Molly and Mother for this big family get-together," he said, sitting on the tabletop, flinging one gorgeous, long leg over the other.

 "Don't play dumb," Father snarled, towering menacingly over him. "We know your games. We know what you've done. We know - " Father pressed a knife against Angel's stomach, digging it in slightly, growling as Angel winced slightly

 "FATHER!" a voice yelled.

 They turned. In the doorway was Molly. She had a look of shock on her face. "Father..." she whispered.

 "Mols, it isn't what it looks like!" Father said, dropping the blade, and rushing to her. She pulled back before he could touch her.

 "Yes, it is," she said, stepping back. In a fast movement, she yelled behind her, "NOW!" and Father, Arackniss and their minions were pinned to the ground.

 Angel grinned wide as they were dragged away, screaming, without a chance to say anything. "Thanks, Mols," he said.

 "Now we're even," she said, tapping her nose. He winked, and turned to his boyfriend, who was slowly getting to his feet.

 "Are you okay?"

 "Did you plan that?"

 Angel nodded, and linked his arm through Alastor's. "I'll tell you what station they're at," he whispered.

 Alastor grinned. He'd have a few words with them...

 Once he had his strength back.