By The Light Of The Blood Moon

Epilogue

"Hey, Smiles!" called Angel from the kitchen. "You 'bout ready to go?" 

"Momentarily, my dear" Alastor answered, taking the last few stairs from the upper floors. 

Angel appeared from the kitchen, picnic basket packed up, and Alastor was carrying the blanket under his arm. 

"Waaaiiit!" called Charlie, chasing after the two with a camera. "I really want to get a picture of you two before you leave!" The princess was all but bouncing in place. Vaggie was even smiling, well, half smiling, at least. 

"Okay, scoot together and say Cheese!" 

"Don't forget to smile, Mon Ange" added Alastor, noticing Angel Dust's smile growing even wider. 

"You make me smile you big fool!" he said, giving a light punch to the upper part of Alastor's arm. 

The two turned and made a hasty exit from the front door before anyone else could want anything from them. Wednesday was their lunch date, and they wanted to start as soon as possible. 

"Aaaaaaw!" said Charlie, watching the whole scene unfold. "So sweet!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands in the middle of her chest.

"They need to just get a room already." Grumbled Husker, rolling his eyes and taking another gulp of his cheap booze.

"I still don't understand why they would need more rooms?!?" said Nifty, giving up on anyone answering her question.

As the happy couple walked arm in arm, they were reminiscing over the last few months. Who would have thought that they would have found their way back to love in such a short time, and this time, it was without the intervention of any celestial body. 

This time there had a been a completely different type of body that had been to blame. This time it had been Alastor himself, as he explained to Angel Dust over some very nice cheese and crusty french bread. 

"You see, mon ange" he began, "once I knew what the game was with Vox, I knew that we would both lose our memory of the dance and the love that followed. I simply made a journal entry. I wrote myself a nice long letter about you, about how much you mean to me and how much more robust my life has been since I had fallen for you. I wrote about how empty I felt when you were gone, and how much torture the days were when I wasn't near you. I wrote all of those things so that I would know that this was an opportunity that I didn't want to miss. 

I spoke to my shadows as well, hoping that they would remember, but sadly, their memories were wiped out along with mine, I suppose that was because they are a part of me. 

When I had made the plan with Charlie for her to arrive after we did, expecting Vox to not keep his word, I told her about the journal entry and I left the journal with her. When she had me leave the room, she handed me the journal, and I read every word. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but then again, part of me could believe it, because as I had told you many times, I was already in love with you before we ever danced. It was just a matter of us taking our time and paying attention to the signals that we were ignoring before." 

"So it was a journal entry, huh?" questioned Angel Dust. 

"Yes, darling, that is exactly right." answered Alastor. 

"May I read it?" he asked, one eyebrow raised.

"I thought you'd never ask." answered Alastor, handing the book to Angel Dust, followed by the sweetest embrace known to either demon.