The Demon Where Your Heart Should Be - Alastor x Reader Fanfic

~Part 3~

He chuckled deeply...then stared off into the distance, as if pondering some answer. His eyebrows knitted together, he was trying to think of something. He decided on an answer with a triumphant smile,

"Well you see, I used to be a radio announcer. Although, I wasn't very popular I did have a lot of people listening! Though, I ended that broadcast when I well...died."

I giggled lightly. He stirred the red wine in his glass, then took another sip. He continued,

"That's also how I got this....voice. When I got in hell I discovered I had powers and these-"

He motioned to his horns and ears.

"Things. So I decided to test my powers and take over most of Hell. I'm so damn close."

      I nervously chuckled and sipped my beer. He tapped his thigh two times and his cane suddenly appeared. His coat looked like it had a life of it's own, floating around and setting onto him. He fixed his monocle and chuckled at me.

     "Well it's been fun, we should do this again sometime. Instead of asking so many damn questions, we could actually talk to each other, dear."

     He waved goodbye and kissed my hand, my cheeks were starting to feel hot. He noticed and kissed it again, then off he went. To his room.

I sighed deeply, running my hands through my dark red hair. I felt a jab in my hands, and felt around. That's when I realized.

I still have horns, and I haven't looked in a mirror yet.

I practically sprinted upstairs, passing a pissed off Angel Dust because I almost ran him over.

I ran into my room, to which the door was still open. I opened up the bathroom door and turned on the light, the bright white hues of the light flickered.
The bathroom was a stain of pink, with red towels and a black tile floor. The sink was made of metal, a kind of steel.

I looked in the mirror, what I saw staring back at me horrified me.

A demon with dark red hair, piercing black pupils and bright white for the iris. My horns were turned, twisted like a goats. I had big red ears, fading to white at the top. I squealed a bit when I felt the ear to scratch it and my ear had a cut in it, like a little triangle!
     My clothes were nice, a nice 1940's esc blouse that had a leather jacket over it.
My lower half was nice, a nice black skirt and black dress boots. I turned my back around in the mirror, gasping at what I saw. My lower back had a tail, not any tail but a short, dog like like tail. Going close to the middle of my thigh.

*•*•Your outfit will look like this with a black leather jacket, my apologies if you don't like/wear skirts. Just please, change it however you want! I want you to enjoy this! Live yaaz*•*•

I slammed my head against the wall, turning my back around and sliding against the wall. I tucked my hair behind my ear and sighed.
I tapped my claw against the hard tile floor. My hands getting chills and I slammed my fist into the floor.

CRACK

The tile split in shards of shattered, broken pieces. I screamed loudly, but for the better judgement covered my mouth.
I checked my hand out, nothing was broken, fractured, or hanging off by a string.
Do I have.....powers? Jesus fucking Lucifer! How am I going to to tell the gang? What will Alastor say? What will Vaggi-

Knock

Knock

Knock

My ears swiveled to the sound. I shifted my position, so I was kneeling and listening. I've always had this talent to see who a person was by their breathing. I lean my ear up against the door, and listen.
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I can't tell.

I look at the shadow at the door, tall and thin. I stand up shakily, fixing my hair and my tail, it wags a bit. I put my finger over my mouth and shhh it. It stops immediately.

I put my hand over the knob, shaking violently. The cold metal sends shivers down my spine. I open the door, and see Alastor.

"Hel-"

I shut the door to see if I'm dreaming. I open it up again to see if he disappeared, which I wish he did.

"-lo!"

Despite not liking him right now, I giggled.

     Him seeing me like that clearly caught him by surprise. He looked a bit flustered and continued anyway,

"So uh Miss L/N!"

How in the seven fucking circles does he know my last name.

"I would like to know if you would care to join me tomorrow for lunch."

I sighed and thought for a second. He was clearly getting impatient because he was tapping his foot to a pace. 
I snapped out of my thoughts and answered him.

   "Uh-yeah, Al. Sure."

His grin widened so much, I felt like his face was going to split. His grin slowly turned into a smirk. He walked up nearer to me, and when our faces were a few inches apart, he stopped.

He chuckled lowly, thinking about something.
   

     His chuckle sent shivers down my spine, I tried to back up a bit, to give us space. He grabbed my arm and traced down to my hand, scratching along the way.
  
I let out a low whine, feeling the blood start to boil. He leaned closer and licked his lips, locking eye contact with me.
     I closed my eyes and leaned in, but felt no soft lips crashing onto mine.

     He grabbed my hand and bowed down, gently kissing it two times.

He leaned to go out of the door, I whispered 'damn it' to myself. Too. Damn. Close. Y/N.
I gulped nervously and clenched my hands. I whispered something, he couldn't hear because he was in the other room.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tømørrøw."