Putting On A Show

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Once the sound of Angel's footsteps had faded from your hearing, the hold on you had eased slightly. You quickly looked down to see what had been keeping you so firmly in place, only to see that there was nothing there. This was very strange, and to be honest, a little disconcerting. Of course, Alastor still had you wrapped snugly in his embrace, and of course, he was still smiling down at you, which should have been comforting but had quite the opposite effect. You were trying to figure out a polite way to tell him that you needed to use the facilities when his eyebrow raised and he asked if there was something on your mind.

"I, ah, need to excuse myself for just a moment, if you don't mind." you said with a small squeak in your voice. You honestly didn't think there was anything for you to fear from him, but you had just realized that this was the first time that you had been completely alone with this powerful demon and that did carry with it a sense of danger, warranted or not. As the realization dawned on him, his face changed completely as he relaxed his hold on you.

"Oh my," he laughed, "My apologies, darling, of course." he saw your look of question and pointed to the opposite wall from where Angel had made his exit and you noticed a door that you hadn't seen previously. It led to a very tastefully appointed bath, all of the furnishings and accessories matching the same aesthetic as the room that it adjoined. It was obvious that Alastor was drawn to deep, rich reds and darker golds and burnished bronze. It was so beautiful, but not overly done and gaudy as red and gold sometimes tends to be.

Once you had finished your "morning business" and managed to freshen up a bit with some warm water and a wash cloth, you dried your hands and face and returned to the bedroom, your heart skipping a bit as you remembered the ominous statement regarding things to discuss with Alastor. What on earth could he possibly want to discuss? You hardly knew one another, other than the time spent at the pub and of course last night, whatever that could be considered?

You exited the room to see Alastor very comfortably seated in a gold trimmed victorian chair. He was already garbed in his signature coat and dress shirt with dark slacks, he had even managed to comb his hair and had shoes on. For such a fussy dresser, he was fast!

His eyes locked on yours almost immediately, and without a word, he uncrossed his long legs and patted his lap in invitation, his smile unreadable. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you wanted to be so close so soon. The time alone in the bath had given you a few moments to think, and things had been moving very fast. A night of frenzied physical touch was one thing, but serious relationships should be built over time, right? This feared demon had made such an impact on you, and so quickly, you were unsure if you wanted to be so close, or perhaps you could manage to just sit across from him on the matching chair. After a moment's deliberation, you opted for the latter option, although even that put you almost touching knees with him. His eyes questioned yours for an instant, his head tilting a bit to the side, then falling farther to the side as you became aware of the static in the air.

It was that same feeling again as it had been at the pub, the static made the air feel thicker, somehow, and the edges of your vision were becoming steadily more blurry, the only focus on those glowing red dials staring back into your eyes. The static was all around you, it didn't cause any pain, but it made you feel as if the air had become carbonated, you could feel the bubbles of the static as they rushed by, tickling your fingers, arms, even your face was assaulted with the sensation. You felt as if your eyes were both open and closed at the same time, your entire body had relaxed, and although you could tell from your line of vision that you were moving, you knew it wasn't you moving your body. It was propelled by some unseen force, and you knew that if you could only manage to move your head you might be able to catch sight of this unseen force, but you were incapable of moving any part of your body. You were no longer the master of your body, it was now being controlled by another force and although you didn't know how, you knew who. Those eyes were still boring into you, his head still lolling over to the side, his smile impossibly large and only growing, although you didn't see how that was possible. Not only could you see the eyes and the smile, but his teeth were impossibly large and flashy, which did not provide any comfort to you in the least. The most disconcerting bit of this entire scenario was that you somehow felt very calm about the entire thing. It was strange to know that you seemed to be in such impending danger and yet feel so *okay* about the whole situation.