The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

Is It Dangerous?

   Angel sat on the old rugged sofa of the hotel lounge. The room was silent, renovations had paused for the night leaving only the lingering scent of dust and cleaner. The young male stared into his pale hands where he had felt the shatter of his previous pimps contract. How did things end up this way? He thought resting his head in those same hands. Molly had been just fine, when they returned to the hotel they had been given a warm welcome back. They all had a few drinks before Cherri returned home, she had done more than enough.

   Angel stirred over the images of the corpses he had seen. How far was this creature willing to go? What if he were to get into a simple spat with a friend, would they also be in danger? He couldn't even begin to comprehend what that deer was. He had never seen anything so powerful in his life, even his own father couldn't handle a job that quick. He wanted to be able to confront the deer, but he had no idea how he could possibly call it. He raised his face from his hands throwing his head back over the couch to let out a stressful sigh.

"Angel?" A familiar chilling voice spoke behind him.

"Alastor? You sure like creepin around on your own." The blond turned to see that the other male had been sitting at the bar reading over something.

"I prefer to do business at night, much more quiet, don't you agree?" He closed his book firmly. "And what about you? You've had a long day, shouldn't you be resting."

"I sleep when I wanna, I ain't got no where to be." He waved a passive hand.

"That would be a double negative my dear, which would imply you do in fact have some where to be." Alastor corrected removing his thin framed glasses.

   Angel crawled up onto the couch leaning against the back rest. "I'm so sorry teach. I've been a bad boy, I suppose you'll have to punish me." He spoke seductively.

"No thank you." The brunette held his smile.

"Well you're no fun." Angel deflated over the edge of the couch.

"No fun hm? Fun like the men you constantly throw yourself at? Fun like being forced into sexual acts you gave no permission to?" The grinning man stepped off the stool walking towards the lounge.

"Hey, that's none of your-" Angel began to fight.

"Business, you're completely correct. Although I am curious of how you keep getting yourself out of trouble these days." The male sat upon the tall back, arm chair infront of the sofa.

"Guess I'm just lucky." The blonde sat back down properly.

"Luck?" Alastor chuckled.

"Maybe a guardian angel." He played on.

"Angel? I don't think so. Perhaps a demon is more appropriate."

"How do you know about this shit anyways?" The male pointed a slender accusatory finger at him.

"Its a habit of mine to know everything I can, I suppose that would be the old radio announcer in me." He looked off dreamily as if remembering the good old days.

"You were a radio guy?"

"Radio star." He corrected.

"Heh, I thought video killed you all off." The pink eyed male snickered.

"Indeed." Alastor became quiet staring at the dying down fireplace.

   The two sat in silence for a few moments unsure if one or the other would leave. Angel sat stewing over what the man had said about the deer.

"Do you think..... That demons do exist?" He spoke up.

   Alastor looked back over to him raising a curious brow. "Do you think so?"

"I didn't use to...." He admitted. "But I've never seen anything like this shit before...... People are dying, and I think I'm worried about my friends." Angel softened.

"So you do see these people as your friends." Was all the mysterious man could say.

"Well, they're way more trust worthy than the dicks I've had to deal with in the past." He rolled his eyes.

"I think your friends will be just fine as long as they don't cause you any...... Problems."

   Angel raised a brow, he assumed the man was just going along with it but..... He seemed serious, as if he knew exactly what he was talking about. The things he had been seeing the last few days were so unreal it hadn't really clicked that they might be. His heart pounded in his chest making him more confused about what he was feeling.

"If they're fine then I've got nothing to worry about. Having a guardian Angel..... Or demon might be fun." He stretched out over the couch. "Hey. Why did you really decide to help this hotel?" The pale male suddenly brought up.

    Alastor stood from his seat still smiling as he began to leave the lounge. Angel watched him off about to say something when the other male answered him.

"Sheer Boredom."

   Angel pouted a little dissapointed by the answer he had given. He just ignored it laying back down upon the sofa. He reached for his phone and began scrolling through the apps. He had deleted a fair amount of them to stop himself from using social media and getting found. He guessed it didn't really matter anymore, though he did enjoy not having to deal with creeps sliding into his DM's. Now that he had a feeling of conformation that this entity helping him would not harm his friends he was becoming cocky. His mind planned out things he could do and get away with. Perhaps he'd even go tell his old man off. No he wanted to start small, get into a little trouble without fear of consequence. Something like, a party, with lots of blow and loose men. He opened the app store to re-download Instagram but he stopped. He had been clean for a bit now, he was finally able to somewhat control his withdrawal symptoms. If he dove back into it he might now come out for a few months. Though he had never really cared about others worrying over him he knew he'd lose his hide out. But..... Maybe just for one night.