By The Light Of The Blood Moon

Inevitable

Angel managed to make it to his room before he completely lost his composure. Slamming his door shut behind him, he continued until he was in his bathroom, that door shut and locked as well before he allowed what he had heard to completely penetrate, feeling the far too familiar pain of rejection once again.

He should have known that things wouldn't be able to last. He was, after all, THE Angel Dust, the slut that always had a boyfriend, but never love. He beat two of his fists on the wall in frustration and hurt, part of him wishing that he had never heard what was just said, part of him knowing that it was inevitable and almost relieved that it had finally happened. At least now, he thought, he didn't have to sit around and wait for the shoe to drop. It had already happened and although his already cracked heart was shattered, he knew that given time, he would find some way to tape it back together until the next one broke it all over again. Maybe, eventually, someone would break it enough that it just disappeared, then at least he wouldn't have to live through it being broken over and over again.

"Damn It!" he cried, pounding his fists into the wall again, how could he have been so stupid? Why in the name of everything unholy did he allow himself to believe that someone like Alastor could fall in love with someone like him? Not fucking likely. People like Alastor fell in love with people like themselves, people that they had more in common with, not with loose sluts that never made it through high school, and certainly not with the town whore. Valentino was right. Angel was good at being a whore, and that was the only thing he was good at. He needed to stop setting his sights so high and just accept the cards he had been dealt.

Angel decided that it was time that he paid Val a visit. It was time for him to face reality and get back to where he belonged. At least he knew exactly where to find the bug, since Al had kept him stuck there. He wasn't going like this, though. He turned on the shower, peeling off the clothes he was wearing and stepped inside, letting the hot water run over him. At least here, in the water, nobody would see that he still had tears running down his face. He might have lost his heart, again, but he still had some pride and damned if he was going to let that snooty bastard know how deeply he'd been hurt.

Angel stepped out of the shower and decided that he had cried enough. It was time to be tough and do what had to be done. First, he needed to get some clothes on and get the hell outta here (pun fully intended!) before that damn deer man showed up. Angel made his way to the closet and picked out the first thing he found and slid it on, and in the meantime, he was using his other set of hands to put on the bare minimum of makeup. He ran his hands through his hair and smoothed it all out, and no sooner than he had his boots on he could hear someone knocking on his door. He sighed. He wouldn't be making an exit that way, for sure and he was on the third floor, so climbing out the window was a hard no.

Alastor might have broken his heart, but he still had that goddamn teleport power, and since he had it, he planned to use it. As the doorknob turned and the door began to open, Angel decided to teleport himself to the next block, making his escape very efficiently. At least he got something other than heartache from this whole sham! That teleport ability had come in handy twice already today. At least something had gone right.

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Alastor hadn't known that Angel Dust was behind him until after he had turned around, and before he could explain anything, Angel was gone. He turned to look at Charlie, whose look matched the way he felt inside. It was as if his own heart had been ripped out and thrown aside. Alastor, who had spent his entire afterlife torturing others, killing others, never feeling remorse for his actions, the same demon that enjoyed the prospect of watching others suffer and fail, Alastor, the great Radio Demon himself, was now on the receiving end of a heartbreak and it took him, quite literally, to his knees.

As soon as he had hit the floor, Charlie was there beside him, her arm thrown around his shoulders to calm him. Normally he would have protested and pushed her away, his aversion to unexpected touch being so very sensitive, but this was different. In this moment Alastor was convinced that if she had let go of him his entire body would have simply fallen into pieces. What had he done? He certainly hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, and he had to fix them, but what could he do or say that would or even could possibly undo the damage he'd just inflicted? Although Angel was not an intellectual, he also was not at all stupid. What the spider lacked in book knowledge, he more than compensated for in street smarts and emotional prowess. It was part of what made him as successful in the industry he'd worked in. How in hell was Alastor going to convince him that what he thought he heard was not by any stretch what he had meant?

Alastor was becoming aware that there were tears running down his face. He hadn't felt this since he had been alive, and even then, it had been a rare occurrence. Alastor had learned at an early age to distance himself from feeling, and mostly that had served him well. He had only realized the tears when he coughed up a massive sob and fell into Charlie, the tears freely running down his face and the sobs rumbling from his chest as a long overdue earthquake. He wanted to chase Angel Dust and make him listen, make him understand that this was a misunderstanding, but Charlie wisely pointed out that Angel, unlike Alastor, was a very emotional creature. Cornering him now, while the hurt is still fresh and deep could yield disastrous consequences. She suggested giving him a little while to calm, then approaching him to try to talk things out. As much as he didn't want to wait, he knew that her advice made sense. He decided to wait it out in her office. He didn't need anyone else seeing him in this shape.

A half hour later a very puffy-eyed deer demon was knocking on the door of his soulmate, but not getting an answer. Alastor could hear movement inside, he knew that Angel was there. He carefully turned the knob and was greeted by the sight of the disappearance of a portal, leaving behind a very empty room and a broken-hearted Radio Demon.