Charlastor One-Shots

Intruder

Bang!

          Charlie woke up to the sound of gun shots. She groaned, her muscles still sore from putting in the full day of fixing up the hotel lobby. She hadn't changed out of her day clothes so she quickly brushed out her hair and her teeth. She ran down the stairs, leaping over the broken step on the third floor. When she finally made it to the lobby she saw a bottle of booze had been broken on the wall and Angel was in a fistfight with Vaggie. 

          Vaggie pulled out her spear and Angel pulled out a machine gun. Charlie ran between her two friends and shouted, "Stop! Both of you." Angel pointed at Vaggie and exclaimed, "Then tell her to mind her own fuckin' business." Vaggie growled her grip on the spear tightening, "You can't just bring random people into the hotel just fix your so-called reputation. The hotel has a reputation as well you no good son of a-" 

          "Vaggie!" Charlie cut her off. Angel shot Vaggie a smirk practically overflowing with 'you lose'. Vaggie was fuming but one look from Charlie kept her from attacking the cocky spider again. Vaggie stomped away mumbling curses under her breath in Spanish. Charlie turned to Angel and gave him a disapproving look. He shrugged his shoulders, "What did I do? I thought you were on my side." 

           Charlie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just don't want anyone to be fighting and Vaggie was right. I'm not entirely sure what it is that you did but the hotel doesn't have a very good reputation as it is and we can't have anyone making it worse," Charlie reasoned. "Tsk" Angel scuffed and turned to walk over to Husk's bar. 

          "Hello My Dear," a filtered voice said from beside her. Charlie looked up at the radio demon and couldn't help the small smile that came on to her face when she saw him. It had been a week since Alastor had come to the hotel saying he wanted to help with Charlie's passion project. The two of them had hit it off pretty well, with their love for singing and dancing as well as their happy energetic personalities they fit together perfectly. 

          "Hey, Al. How are you feeling today?" Charlie asked. Alastor's chest warmed at her question. It had been doing this ever since he met her. He wasn't sure what it was but it was nice, he would even go as far as to say pleasant. He became more relaxed around her, his guard slipping whenever she smiled and it took him a second or two to regain himself. 

          His gaze softened and his smile became more genuine. " I'm feeling very well, thank you for asking," he said politely. "Really?" Charlie questioned, "I'm still sore from all of that lifting yesterday." She stretched out her arms for emphasis. Alastor chuckled, how did he miss her when he was away. His heart always ached with longing when he leaves the hotel each day for his hunts. 

          Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Alastor and Charlie shared a look of confusion and Charlie said excited, "Maybe it's a demon." With her hopes high she ran to the door and before opening the door she put on her best smile. She opened the door and behind it was a shy demon. He had dull yellow skin, horns, and Charlie could just make out the tail tucked behind his legs. His clothes were in very bad condition and Charlie couldn't help the pity that filled her heart. 

          "A-are you C-Charlotte M-Magne?" he stuttered. "That's me," Charlie said her happiness extremely present.  He fidgeted with his fingers and bit his lip. "I-I heard about y-your hotel a-and your idea for r-redemption and I-" "Of course come in, make yourself at home," Charlie interrupted. The demon walked in slowly and looked around. "Come on! I'll introduce you to everyone," Charlie said scaring the poor demon. Charlie grabbed the demon's arm and pulled him towards Alastor," This charming demon is Alastor or you probably know him as the Radio Demon but don't worry he won't harm you," she said.