(~Between Darkness is Fate~) {ON HOLD}

Her Room

This one will be focused mostly on Vaggie and Angel, but Charlie and Alastor's relationship development will appear here.

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"Oh please, it's not like I'm banging someone at the moment, that'd be rude. " Angel cackled, while lying upside down on his bed, holding a phone to his head and playing with his beloved pet pig in his third set of arms lovingly. His eyes lit up in surprise and turned upright while maneuvering his arms to feel much more comfortable as he sets Fat Nuggets down.

"Hold up, really??? Haha! Can't believe he'd be that dumb to do that! " The spider demon continues to laugh on the phone, ignoring Vaggie's knocking on the other side of his door, who is currently thinking of Charlie. The waiting and the sound of Angel laughing put the nail in the coffin for Vaggie and in anger, knocks the door down with a sharp spear in her hands.

"Hey slut! " She yelled directly at Angel, her spear pointing right at him waiting to be thrown at. Fat Nuggets, who was startled by the sudden outrage jumped in fear and waddles under Angel's bed. The spider demon sat up from his bed with his second and third set of arms gripped on the bed while the first ones held onto the phone.

Face scrunched, Angel sighed annoyed, "I'll uh, call you later Cher," He said before hanging up, getting off his bed with crossed arms, " What is it this time?" Asked Angel, with the intent of throwing Vaggie out of his room by force because by the looks of her face, she looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"You have noticed that you're disturbing the guests on the next floor right?? " Vaggie pointed out, her finger pointing up on the roof, her spear on her left hand still hold on to. Angel looked up where she's pointing at but scoffed, seemingly not caring at all about the guests comfort.

"So? Their loss, " He replied waving his hand, dismissive of Vaggie's concerns regarding his behaviour. Feeling as if though Angel had sealed his fate, Vaggie ran towards him spear first, but she was immediately carried by her back and onto Angel's shoulder,

"And did anybody tell you, that you look like a ghoul right now? " Angel chuckled at his own joke and walked out his room, carrying a now angered Vaggie on his shoulder who is now trying to squirm herself free. The spider demon kept his grip on Vaggie making sure she doesn't set herself loose, he knew she hasn't been getting any sleep in the past few days for unknown reasons.

It was unusual for Vaggie to be losing sleep since she's always on time at almost everything, although it may not seem to be a big deal to Angel but he knew that if things would get out of control a lot of people would be up in his business. He raised his head up in confusion, soon he chuckled to himself. "Jeez, when has it been since I went high? "

After a few minuets of yelling and kicking became useless for Vaggie, as her own strength had diminished in an instant and exhaustion set up in her whole body, next thing she knew she was falling asleep on Angel's shoulder. Just as he realized she finally gave in to her tiredness, it made it a lot easier for him to carry her across the hotel to her room.

He was bewildered of his actions, him carrying Vaggie to her room because she was sleep deprived. It almost made him wanna laugh, but Angel thought that this whole situation was supposed to be the other way around. Where he'd get high or drunk and Vaggie would carry him to his room, he didn't mind her doing that but he was slightly annoyed at the fact that Vaggie only did it cause she didn't want the guests seeing a drunken spider demon crying and laughing on the floor with a liquor bottle in hand.

Angel thought the idea was hilarious while Vaggie proceeded to insult him in Spanish, which Angel was a bit irritated of. Of course, their whole dynamic is what makes their relationship interesting. Nobody really took notice, at least not those who aren't close to the two of them. Charlie and Alastor, for almost a year now, have been aware of them but between Angel and Vaggie, the two demons were catching on.

Speaking of Charlie and Alastor, Angel has also noted how often they hung out with each other, even after working hours. Possibly even longer than how Charlie hangs out with Vaggie, he figured that maybe the moth demon on his shoulder was tired because of the thought alone. Angel doesn't really get it though, since he never had a real reason himself, let alone a boyfriend whom he truly loved with all his heart.

Just as he was about to turn right, he bumped into Charlie who was carrying a bunch of folders with uneven forms and papers stuffed in them. Something was unusual of Charlie though, her hair was a little ruffled, she was wearing nothing but her pajamas and slipper, and she was wearing reading glasses.

"Oh, hey Angel--? Wait, is that Vaggie on your shoulder?? " She asks hastily, seemingly in a hurry considering with all she's carrying, but she's also looking at Vaggie's unconscious body with concern.

Angel looked over at Vaggie's face and turned to Charlie, "She's fine, just tired is all. " He said, assuring to her that everything is under control.

Charlie sighed in relief and looked at her sleeping girlfriend with sympathy. "Thanks for carrying her to her room Angel, it's... Really nice of you. "

Nice

That one single word made Angel almost faint, he was nice? He never heard anyone say that about him since his twin sister, just the thought of his beloved twin however just made him much more sympathetic.

"Well, uh thanks, princess." He was then cut off when a groaning Vaggie started stirring around in her sleep, so he guessed he's gotta take her back to her room. "Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta take her back to her bed. "

Charlie nodded in response and walked away, waving goodbye to Angel. When she was finally out of range, Angel sighed and walked away to Vaggie's room. Once he was inside, it was eerily quiet. He we borderline confused, so he tried something. He opened the door slightly, Angel can hear the noise outside the room, a few voices and a drunk Husk just at the distance. Then he closed it, no longer hearing anything, his eyes widened and looked at Vaggie,

"You lucky slut, this is my dream room... " He said to himself as he walked over to Vaggie's rather gothic bed, placing her in her soft and smooth bed. When feeling the softness of the bed lingering on her skin, Vaggie moaned a little and cuddled around the silver blankets and yawned.

Angel leaned back and groaned, but instead of leaving already he decided to take a quick look around Vaggie's room. Nobody, and I mean nobody, has ever been to Vaggie's room, not even Charlie herself. When he first came to the hotel and met Vaggie, he always wondered what was like inside her room. Weird thing was that Vaggie keeps her door locked at all times, it took Angel by surprise by this but soon thought that maybe from losing that much sleep, Vaggie didn't even think of locking her door.

He walked around the room in quiet steps, finding a few boxes lying around, books littering on the floor and other furniture colored and decorated in shades of black and purple. At Vaggie's hairdresser, Angel spots a photo with something written on it. He knew that looking around Vaggie's things was rude, but it's Angel, he didn't exactly care.

So he took the photo and read the inscription, but was shocked at what was engraved,

To my favorite prostitute, love Howard.

Angel couldn't believe what he just read, Vaggie's a prostitute in her human life. It definitely took him by surprise, he didn't exactly expected Vaggie's past to be like that. He always thought she was a grumpy waitress or something, but not someone you can bang by finding them at the streets. His eyes then shifted to Vaggie's sleeping body, who was still sleeping soundly.

Then, at a much more nervous realization, he proceeded to turn the photo around and boy, did he wish he hadn't seen that.

He saw a young woman, probably in her early twenties, tied up in a chair wearing nothing but her undergarments, tears of pain and regret visible in her eyes and the look of fear she was showing. While men at the background seemed to be laughing and didn't care for her pain. What really shook Angel, was the girl's resemblance to Vaggie.

Angel gulped, his body was shaking in fear and anxiety, and placed the photo back on the hairdresser to its original position. A thought then crept itself to his head and raised his head up, what if he were in Vaggie's position. Being tied up like that, while others were sitting there, enjoying your pain was probably a horrifying experience. Never had Angel once thought that Vaggie would be a person who'd go through that.

But soon he snapped out of his thoughts and quietly, he snuck out Vaggie's room and walked away, still shocked at what he discovered.