A Deal Worth A Lifetime [ Alastor x Reader ]

Chapter 24: Memories Forgotten

Squealing with laughter as you felt a slobbery tongue against your cheek. It could only mean one thing.

"Papa!" Raising your arms in the air and being lifted by the man, tiny hands reaching for his face, "you're all scruffy again." Feeling his stubble and inspecting it as the mere presence was a rarity.

"I sure am pumpkin." Setting you back down onto the grass letting you pet the dogs, their tails wagged at your affection. Your father left without another word, you went back to picking out flowers. The roses were always the hardest.

Reaching out carefully and trying to pick the rose only to prick your fingers on its thorns. Pulling away with a soft 'ow' inspecting the pads of your fingers and finding blood. Hearing loud barking and turning just in time to see the two hunting dogs pounce. A scream ripping from your throat as they tackled your small frame to the grass.

Their sharp teeth bared as they went for your throat. Arms out in front of you to stop them from doing so, the canines maw's sinking into either appendage. Gripping onto the flesh and tearing into it, jerking their heads back and forth. You could see the malice in their eyes, the intent to kill in every move they made.

Until they got pulled off of you, getting their jaws forcefully opened. Your father and brother holding the mutts down. Getting scooped into your mother's arms she carried you away, not caring about the red that stained her clothes.

"It's okay sunshine, it's going to be okay." Pressing kisses to your head in an attempt to comfort you. A brisk pace as she made her way back to the house, heading upstairs and setting you onto the counter in the bathroom. Soaking a washcloth and wiping away the blood. The wounds were deep and no matter how much she tried the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Momma, I don't feel good." The last thing you remember seeing was red.

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"Y/n? Wake up Sunshine." Soft noises of protest left you as a hand shook you gently.

"Momma?" Opening your eyes to find her sitting by you.

"C'mon we have to change your bandages." Helping you out of the bed and bringing you into the bathroom. Lifting you up onto the counter, pulling out the drawer and finding what she needed. Taking your hand and raising a pair of scissors to the cloth wrapped around your arm. Snipping the tightly wrapped bandage, letting it fall to your lap.

Black thread weaved through your skin, holding it together in multiple places as it healed. Your mother taking the fresh roll and re-dressing the wounds. Doing the same to the other arm and tossing out the old bloodied bandages.

"Y/n you need to make sure you don't open the wound again." Nodding along with her words before she brought you back down to the floor. The cotton on your arms was itchy but you knew it would help.