By The Light Of The Blood Moon

Angel, Come Home!

Alastor knocked again, but there was no answer. It was strange for Angel to not answer the door, and Alastor could hear some movement inside, although it could be the pig, he supposed.

"Angel?" he called gently, not certain what Angel's mental state would be. Charlie had spilled the beans by now, he was sure. He wondered if Angel might have gone outside to sit and think? He knocked once more, just for good measure, but there was no response yet again. Alastor decided that if Angel hadn't answered yet it had to be that he wasn't in there. Alastor was feeling a deeply seated need to see Angel, and since they were both in the same boat, he was mostly sure that Angel had to be needing him as well.

At least looking around for Angel would give him some time to think a little more. He had been turning things over in his mind since he had left Valentino to the mercy of the people in the city. Alastor smiled a little wider thinking of all the ways they would find to torture him. He hoped at least a few of them would treat him the way that he has treated others. That would be poetic justice, after all. He wanted Val to hurt for what he had done to Angel, and although he might have been able to blame that feeling on the curse, deep down he already realized that he had felt the same way last night before the dance. Alastor couldn't understand how, or even why, but he knew in his heart that he had already begun to care for Angel long before last night. He just wasn't certain how Angel felt about things. He suspected that Angel cared for him a great deal, but then again, he also suspected that Angel was in some ways still afraid of him, and that would make any relationship a bit strained. Alastor supposed it didn't matter too much at this point, they were bound by this curse now, so regardless, they would have to be near to one another or they would be completely miserable forever, and since they were already dead, forever would be a mighty long time.

Alastor rounded the corner to pass through the kitchen on his way to the back garden. He knew that Angel liked to work in the "flower" garden when he was alone, so it was as good a place as any to see if he could be located. As he walked through the door and onto the back patio, he sighed. No Angel Dust in sight anywhere. Alastor hadn't realized just how much he had been counting on finding Angel in the back yard, but here he was, and here Angel wasn't.

He sat down at the patio table, leaning back in the chair a bit, deciding to just wait it out here and see if Angel shows up soon. If not, he could always track down Charlie and see if she knew where he went. Surely he would have to return home soon to take care of the piggy, right? He leaned his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, thinking about everything that had happened in the last day.

Last night had been a real highlight, up until Valentino burst in and sent it all off the rails, that is. Angel Dust had looked simply stunning last night, and who would have known that he was such a dancer? Alastor adored dancing, and the fact that Angel had that natural rhythm was so delightful! He tried to remember ever dancing when he had enjoyed it more, but there was nothing that could even come close to comparing to the grace of those beautiful moments he had shared with the spider demon. Alastor knew that part of his fondness for the dance might be the effect of the curse, but seeing Angel in that gorgeous ballgown had been long before the dance and even if Alastor didn't like admitting it, he was already head over heels at that point.

Like it or not, he would have fallen for Angel just as hard, given enough time. He knew that Angel was interested, but did Angel really want a relationship with him, the feared Radio Demon? Alastor had been a serial killer in his human life, then after he dropped into hell he had decimated so many demons and overlords that although he hadn't been on a killing spree in decades, demons still gave him a wide berth, even when he was just walking through the city. He acted as though he didn't, but he could always feel the stares and hear the guarded whispers wherever he went. He was still widely feared. Hell's bells, even the day he arrived here, at this hotel, Vaggie had been telling the regaled tales of his conquests to Angel Dust himself! What if Angel didn't want that baggage in his relationships? What if he wasn't interested in a relationship with a killer? Did he feel like he could trust Alastor, when by all accounts he was a bloodthirsty monster?

Alastor sat up, rubbing this forehead between his eyes. He just didn't know what to think, but he knew one thing for certain. He and Angel desperately needed to have a long talk and figure things out so that they had direction. He was still in awe of just how much he missed Angel and how much he simply needed to have him near, especially now. He sighed. Hopefully Angel Dust would arrive back soon from wherever he had gone. In the meantime, Alastor decided that he would just go to his room and try to calmly and patiently wait for his soul mate to return.