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"Angelo! Put the fucking gun down!"
Arson shouts as Angel points the gun at Valentinos head. His eyes are wide and chest heaving up and down. Both Vox and Velvet have their own weapons trained on the tall white haired man.
It was two days later and Valentino just broke the news.
"I bet I can pull the trigger faster than these saps a' yours can.",Angelo says through gritted teeth. His hand was shaking with rage and he couldn't believe this. They mourned over you for months and they wondered if you'd ever wake up. If they'd ever hear your voice again.
Turns out Valentinos was just a slimeball.
Valentino simply scowls up at Angelo and Molly steps forward with her hands up. Placing a hand on her twin brothers shoulder her tone is soft,"Angie...if you get shot we won't see (Y/N) again...put the gun down and let him finish. There's a reason he called us here."
Angelo swallows hard and lowers the gun. He slides it back into the holster beneath his dark purple pinstriped jacket. Vox and Velvet lower their guns in disbelief that Angelo jumped so quickly.
Arson shakes his head in disbelief and pinches the bridge of his hooked nose,"So you knew we'd all want to kill you, why'd you call us here to tell us she's not actually in a coma instead of writing or calling?"
Angelo glared at Valentino as Molly held a comforting hand on his shoulder. Arson ran a hand through his slicked back raven hair, his dark eyes glancing between Valentino and his two accomplices.
Valentino stood up and crossed his arms over his chest attempting to be as cool as possible,"She's been abducted by someone."
Needless to say both Molly and Arson had to hold back and calm down their brother for a few more moments.
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Its been two days since you told Alastor you didn't hate him. And truth be told.
Things were going...good.
You and Alastor were getting along quite well and in fact you hadn't thought of escaping since that day. You began to grow a routine together.
He went to work, you woke up and picked up, he came home, you two talked, dinner, then sleep.
But today was going to be a little different. Apparently after work Alastor was going to have his associate Husk come over. Something about a broken pipe in the basement. You hadn't even known there was a basement.
He told you it was nothing to worry about and that Husk was skilled with messes like this. You were a bit wary by the strange way his eyes shifted when he told you about it but nevertheless you decided to leave it be.
That doesn't mean you weren't the slightest bit cautious. Especially when he refused to tell you where the basement was. He said it was due to the fact that you wouldn't be able to go down there anyway, but you held your reservations.
You got started on dinner earlier and with a lot of experience cooking for your younger siblings you decided to make your favorite dish. Roast beef with a side of veggies and greens.
"I can't believe I'm making dinner for the man who abducted me and I don't even mind..."
You honestly didn't. Sure being unable to walk was terrible as was the idea of being imprisoned. You were away from Valentino and didn't have to walk on eggshells anymore.
You were freer in entrapment than a marriage with Valentino.
If anything you'd just miss your siblings but they stopped talking to you long ago. So to not feel pain you put that thought of them away a while ago as well.
So you were content right now.
Is this Stockholm Syndrome?...Maybe.
Alastor opened the door while taking off his coat and hat. Husk walked in after and he inhaled deeply while looking around,"Smells fuckin' amazin' did you make something?" His gruff and husky voice rings out. Alastor shakes his head with that wide grin of his on his face,"(Y/N) is an excellent cook."
Alastor leads Husk down the familiar cabin hallways and to the kitchen. Upon walking in Husk notices you in the wheelchair.
He felt his cheeks grow red at the sight of you attempting to reach up and grab the bottle of wine pushed back on the counter. Without thinking he walked forward and grabbed the bottle handing it to you.
He couldn't believe he was here meeting you. Truth be told he was a huge fan of your songs and immaculate voice.
"Oh!",your eyes look up to meet a strangers, presumably Husks,"Thank you." You smile warmly at him. Husk is a tall and muscular fellow with bad posture.
His salt and pepper hair is slicked back and his thick sideburns develop into light stubble along his strong jaw and chin. He looks older than you by a good sum of years but the bags beneath his dark black eyes seem to make him more attractive.
You feel your own cheeks tinge pink.
Alastor steps forward with a jolly laugh while taking the wine bottle from you,"What an amazing meal you've cooked up, my dear." He leans down and plants a surprising kiss against the top of your head.
You blink back and give him a strange look. His smile is tighter than usual and knuckles turn white around the neck of the wine bottle.
He's never kissed me before...
"This is Husk and Husk this is (Y/N).",you blink back and turn to Husk with a polite smile. Alastor walks away to pour the wine into the wine glasses.
"It's nice to meet you.",Husk shakes your hand and feels his heart thump in his chest.
After pulling his hand away he rubs the nape of his neck sheepishly,"I'm not gon' lie to you. I'm a big fan of yours."
Alastor freezes as he's about to pour the wine into the glass. His smile widens and grows more thin.
You feel an embarrassed blush sprout on your cheeks. You were always a bit embarrassed when people called themselves fans, especially people you didn't expect.
You laugh a bit awkwardly and wave dismissively,"Oh thank you! That's very sweet of you to—" You jump when you hear a loud bang on the table. The dish ware clatters and both you and Husk turn to Alastor who is seated at the end of the table.
His eyes are shut as he grins widely,"Lets eat shall we? We still need to fix that pipe so we better get a hurry on this!"
You furrow your brows slightly but nevertheless wheel towards your plate, across from Husk. You're a bit nervous as the two men dig into their plates but feel satisfaction at their hums of pleasure. Alastor looks to you with a loving smile,"This is amazing!"
Husk nods in agreement,"You really are an amazing cook, (Y/N)." He praises you and you smile while nodding and beginning to eat your own food.
Husk looks between you and Alastor as you converse about your days. When Alastor told him he had kidnapped you he was in utter disbelief. You may have retired but you were one of the most famous singers around these parts. But due to his long history with Alastor he kept his mouth shut about it.
And he would keep his mouth shut about the man downstairs.
But he looked over your smiling face and felt pity. Especially when his eyes shifted to the wheelchair you sat in. You looked...happy...but were you really?
Husk couldn't help but smile as you laughed at one of Alastors jokes and brought the wine glass up to your lips to take a drink. You were stunning to say the least and Husk may have wanted nothing more than to hear you sing right now.
Husk looks to the record player across the hall and out of the door inside the living room,"(Y/N).",Husk said softly interrupting yours and Alastors conversation.
He placed down his knife and fork and gave you a lopsided grin,"Would you sing?"
Alastor once more felt his hand tighten around his glass. You blinked back and shook your head with more embarrassed blushing,"Oh my no no I—"
Husk runs a hand through his hair and then wipes at his lips with one of the napkins,"I've never had the pleasure of hearing you live. If you don't want to thats fine but...I'd prefer it if you sing for me."
Alastor felt his left eye twitch and he lifted up his oval rimmed cheaters.
"For me"?...
He looked to you and your eyes were on him. You were asking him if it was okay. Alastor had never heard you live before either, his boiling blood became a second concern and he nodded. You turned to Husk with a smile while wiping your lips,"Well of course. But excuse me if I sound strange. I get a bit nervous with live performances."
Alastor stands up as Husk does,"I'm sure you'll sound as beautiful as you always do." Husk compliments you much to Alastors dismay. Alastor gazes down at you as he pushes in his chair. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of the blush across your cheeks and shy look in your soft eyes.
"You're too sweet, Husk.",you respond back with a warm smile. You wheel towards the warm living room and Husk begins to push you, you show gratitude as he wheels you towards the record player.
But as you approach the record player your head begins to grow fuzzy. Blinking back you look up to Husk and grab ahold of his wrist.
Somethings not right...
Husk looks down at you when you grab his wrist. You are slowly rocking back and forth. Your eyes look up to him and they are glossy and a bit fuzzy looking. He gasps when your eyes roll back and your head falls back against the chair. Your entire person falling limp.
"Oh shit! Al something—",when Husk turns around his eyes widen when he runs into Alastor. Alastor grins as he hears Husk sputter up blood and he twists the knife deep in his abdomen.
Husks tastes metal on his tongue and he groans in pain. Falling to your feet Alastor holds up the bloody knife and twists the point on his finger. Husks eyes are wide as he covers the wound on his abdomen.
"A-Al...what the f-fuck...",Husks chokes out as blood spills down the corner of his lips. Alastor kneels down aside him and laughs maniacally,"She's mine...",Alastor brings the knife down into his abdomen again.
"Did you think you could come in here—"
Yanking the knife out he stabs him once more.
"—and be so improper with her—"
Another guttural and bloody stab.
"—in front of me!?"
Alastor laughs more hysterically and maniacally as he continues to rain down stabs to Husk's abdomen and chest. Husks face is splattered with blood as are the whites on his wide eyes.
Alastor breathes out heavily as he lands one stab into Husks eye. His hands and face are painted red as his wide cheshire grin is firm, his almond eyes wide and crazed.
"She's mine." He leans down and yanks out the knife with a squishing noise. He then stabs it into his other eye. "Not yours."