You're Mine

All the misery I have been through

When Alastor and Charlie first entered the kitchen, one could say the two were almost impressed with the mess of broken glass and porcelain. Nifty had begun to clean, but the process was taking longer because she kept cutting herself.

"What the Hell happened?!" Charlie rushed in to help, tripping over a few whole cups. The tiny demoness pointed to the front door. "The grey girl and the pink girl were fighting, and Mr. Cat told them to 'take that shit outside'. So they did." Charlie laughed slightly.

Alastor snapped and the mess was instantly cleared. "If I were you, I would go make sure our friends haven't killed each other again." The girls nodded and ran to the door, Alastor following.

"Hijo de perra! All you ever do is fucking complain!" "At least I don't get a fucking migraine every time someone opens their mouth! And you complain way more than me, you know that damn well!" "You slutty, sex-stinking spider hoar!" "Anger issue, emotionle-"

Alastor cleared his throat, interrupting the brawl between the demons. "Excuse me, but this is no way to solve a conflict." He effortlessly pushed them apart, receiving an angry shove from Angel. "You ain't part of this, pimp! This is the only way to settle an argument."

"Hehe...hehe..." Alastor chuckled sinisterly. 'Yes...yes...rip them apart...' A deep voice within him urged. "If that is the case, then this will be over with very quickly." He felt power surge through every vein in his body. His pupils shrank and warped to form radio dials, the world around him burned away as he targeted the demon.

Alastor heard a voice calling him, it was almost familiar. All he could see was the horror on his victim's face, how it pulled four arms to cover it's face as he lunged. He didn't recognize the spider demon anymore, he was consumed by the hatred.

"Al, PLEASE!" A pair of arms pulled his midsection, Alastor snapped his head back to view the intruder. "And who are you?" He heard his own voice mingle with another, as if someone was talking with him. "...A-Alastor?" He did know this demoness. She was important...but how?

'She isn't important! Just rip her apart!' The voice commanded. Alastor's smile grew at the thought. "Alastor, it's me! Charlie! Snap out of it, I'm begging you!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. He stepped back, wondering why he knew that name. 'No! Just do it!' "PLEASE!" The girl screamed.

He knew a Charlie. Yes, he loved a girl named Charlie. Oh God, that was Charlie.