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The next day you both acted like nothing happened. Alastor had the day off and with this he decided to sit you down and talk to you. About his entire plan. "Are you sure you want to spend your day off cooped up in here?",you question while bringing the cup it coffee to your lips.
He nods while sitting back on the couch aside from you. Your chair just aside you. He nods and runs a hand through his unusually tousled chestnut locks,"I actually had a proposition. Another deal if you would."
His grin is wide yet gentle as his gaze falls to you and your soft eyes. You raise a brow and lean across to place the mug on the coffee table,"What is it?"
He leans forward and grabs ahold of your hands, his almond eyes soft and loving,"I ask you one question and you must be completely honest with me. And I will do the same for you. You will ask first."
You narrow your eyes slightly.
You wonder why he wouldn't just ask you outright. In all honesty it seemed he knew a lot about you. Much more than you'd ever know. You knew next to nothing about him. It sounded like a good deal to you but you didn't exactly see what he could gain from it.
You grasp his hand firmly and shake it you both speak at the same time, with a sly smile,"Deal."
Pulling your hands away you sigh heavily and look down at your lap.
The pad of your thumb rests between your teeth and your brows pinch together in thought. With a gentle exhale the question pops into your mind. "Why did you kidnap me?",you ask your eyes remaining on your lap.
Alastor feels a bit confused at the question and he chuckles lightly,"I've already answered that my dear."
You shake your head and look up at him,"No, why me? Why do you...love me? We had one conversation together and I was practically a crying mess the entire time." You rub the nape of your neck sheepishly and your eyes gaze into his.
He looks tenser and looks a bit hesitant about answering the question.
Maybe he needs a little push.
Reaching up you cup his cheeks gently, the pad of your thumb runs over the apple of his cheek. You lean close,"We had a deal..."
Alastor feels his heart warm up and he places his larger hands over yours, bringing them down from his cheeks he holds them tenderly. "Of course...."
He looks down at your hands interlaced,"Do you remember the night we met? The ending of our encounter?"
You did. Vividly in fact.
A FEW MONTHS AGO
You laughed lightly as you gently nudged Alastor,”You’re quite the comedian, you know?”
Alastor indulges in your laughter with his own soft chuckle,”Oh no no!” He sighs gently and looks over your beautiful features illuminated by the moonlight.
Mascara stains your cheeks and before he can stop himself he reaches out and his thumb runs across the stains.
“Oh...”,you mutter out softly turning to him on the balcony. Your cheeks redden beneath his thumb and his cheshire like grin is now soft,”Your laughter sounds much better than your crying, my dear.”
You feel your cheeks warm up further out of embarrassment. With hesitation you reach up and place your hand over his. You lean against his touch. With soft eyes you lean close to him,”You’re a really good person, Alastor.”
Alastor felt his heart pound when you said this.
He quickly pulled his hand away and shook his head rapidly,”Oh no, you’re sorely mistaken, darling.” Your brows pinch together as he looks to be walking away.
Grabbing his wrist you look at him with confusion,”No I’m not? We may have just met today but with one encounter you’ve made an impact on me.” He looks at you with glittering eyes,”What do you mean?”
You blink and smile widely and warmly at him,”As embarrassing as it is you’ve made me the happiest I’ve been in weeks. I don’t think a bad person makes people feel better.” Alastor feels his heart pound and a blush bloom across his cheeks.
The door to the patio swings open and Valentino hurries towards you. “We’re leaving.”,his eyes fall to glare at Alastor before he roughly tugs you away.
“Yes I do.”,you respond and he smiles.
“You were the first woman who didn’t jump at me, didn’t make me uncomfortable. From the moment I found you on that balcony and the moment we met eyes I knew you were different...and you were.”,he starts off while letting go of your hands and cupping your cheeks. His hand sure to be gentle on the stitched one.
You’re expression is unreadable as he continues to speak,”You were so easy to talk with. You were so modest and shy...but outspoken and entertaining...You were you...I know we’re meant to be.”
He fell in love with me...because I was me...? But kidnapping me...disabling me...locking me away is not love. Its obsession...right?
You think back to the only type of “love” you’ve ever known. Abuse and toxic. Whether it be platonic or romantic.
What do I even know about love...?
“Now I ask.”,Alastors voice cuts through your racing thoughts and you look to him.
His hands still gentle on your cheeks. For once you can read his expression, his eyes. And they are fearful.
“Do you hate me?”,he asks while leaning in close to you.
Alastor knows what he’s doing is wrong. He’s imprisoned you and slit your ankles. But he had to have you all to himself, and he didn’t want to hurt you by murdering everyone you knew. You should hate him. Truth be told he wouldn’t blame you. But he asked this question with fear. Fear that you’ll say yes.
You found this question to be heavily weighted. Alastor has you imprisoned and disabled for gods sake.
But he’s been more loving to you than any man you’ve ever encountered. You felt terrible and crazy. You felt absolutely insane as you began to think over escaping. You were crazy to not want to anymore...But Alastor was so loving and gentle. He may have approached this wrong but...
Alastors eyes were fluttered shut as he leaned his forehead against yours and awaited your answer. His heart was tight and stomach in a knot. His eyes shot open when your hands rested on his chest and you planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.
“No.”,you said softly. And you meant it. Unknown to both of you that that simple response sealed your fate and completely bounded you and Alastor.
And boy was this not going to end well.
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“How the fuck did he go missing?!”,Valentino shouts while tossing the bottle of alcohol across the room. The corrupt officer jump and looked to a nonchalant Vox and Velvet who were currently going over the paper.
“My men are on it. We will find Baxter, trust me, sir.” Velvet and Vox looked over the newspaper and through the missing persons section. Both were thankful for your recent retiring from music, thanks to that no red flags were raised in the public.
Valentino shakes his head,”Leave.” The officer wastes no time in leaving the office. Valentino swallows hard and Vox stands up from the couch.
He sighs heavily and folds his hands behind his back,”I’d hate to say this Val...but maybe we should call up Molly, Angelo, and Arson. Aren’t they the only ones who (Y/N) ever confided in?”
Valentino curses while running a hand through his hair and swallowing hard,”They think she’s in a coma...”
Velvets eyes widened and she stifled a laugh,”Jesus fuck, Big V!”
Valentino had told your siblings this as a means to assure you never had anywhere to run. And it worked. You were torn up when they stopped sending letters and calling and he was there for you. Valentino pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Well this is our last resort its been damn near five days...call them up and schedule them a train here.”