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Alastor wheeled you through the woods and couldn't believe he hadn't brought you outside sooner. Your eyes were wide and filled with joy along with your smile as you looked around. The air was chilly and the sky was an ugly gray color yet you still enjoyed it. Not to mention the white fog around offered some nice scenery.
You heard the soft crunching of leaves beneath your wheels and you tilted your head back to look up at Alastor.
"So is this your permanent home? Its a lovely place to live.",you compliment while being guided through a dirt path and he nods. With a soft smile he glances down at you before looking up. He contemplates for a moment before stopping just in front of a large tree. Its leaves long gone, leaving jagged and dry branches.
"Yes it is. I grew up here. I remember I'd climb this tree and my mother would always have to come back and get me down.",he laughs sheepishly while turning to you,"I was a very small child."
You smile softly as he says this. He leans his hand against the tree trunk with a soft cock of his head,"Some of my best memories occurred here."
"You ungrateful brat!"
You notice his nails dig into the bark as he seems to zone out for a few moments. With furrowed brows you tug on his sleeve,"Alastor?..." He blinks rapidly before laughing off whatever just happened,"Apologies my dear it seems I zoned out."
You knew that zoning out face. He was remembering something traumatic.
He looked to you when your grabbed his hand with your soft and warm one. Interlacing your fingers you look up at him, a soft frown rests on your lips,"And some of your worst?..."
Alastor sighs and nods while pushing up his cheaters with his free hand. Out of character for him he sits down in front of you. The cold winds brushes through his chestnut locks as he looks up at you.
"My father wasn't the best.",he starts while his eyes begin to gather that far away look,"He was a manipulative and abusive bastard. He loathed women...especially my mother it seemed."
You think to your own father and the feeling of him holding the gun to your head as your siblings plead for him to let you go. All because you asked to skip dinner for one night.
You feel Alastors hand tighten within yours,"My mother was the only light in my life. My life has always been broken...from bullying to a father who beat me...Then she died just after my fifteenth birthday. My world was broken once more."
His eyes have shifted from you at this point and they stare off into the far distance. Trees run for miles. His hand shakes within yours and his lips are in a thin and tight shaking grin.
"Then I became Alastor...the famous radio star”,he chuckles without humor,”I had everything...money, fame, power, things everyone spends their entire lives finding or craving.",he says softly as his voice begins to waver. You swallow hard, this sounding all too familiar to you.
"But it wasn't enough."
Alastors glossy eyes look up to you with slight surprise at your words. You smile sadly at him and your other hand reaches out to cup his cheek. A gesture that was gentle and soothing to him.
"I know exactly what you mean Alastor...no matter how much money or fame you got...something was missing. Wasn't it? The world was still dark and cold.",you speak softly as the winds pick up their pace and he looks at you. He looks at you with such an intense sense of love and adoration, it catches you off guard.
Especially when he turns his head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand,"Exactly, my dear. But...I found my light again. I found the only thing right in this broken world of mine."
You feel your heart thump at this. His hand squeezes yours in reassurance,”I love you, (Y/N)...”
For some reason his words didn’t scare you. They didn’t catch you off-guard. In fact, they gave you a warm and full feeling within your racing heart. Bringing up Alastors hand you plant a soft kiss against his knuckles with a smile.
“Alastor, I...”,you start with that warm smile but begin to trail off when you look further down the path and see two people walking down. Your brows pinch together and you cock your head,”Who are they?...”
Alastor blinks back as your hand falls from his cheek and you strangely clutch his hand tighter. Looking behind him he also takes notice of the two figures. By their build he can tell its two men. Alastor looks down at you in fear and reaches into his coat to pull out a weapon.
Yet he notices something strange with you.
You aren’t looking as if though you’re plotting something. You don’t look hopeful. In fact your hand grasps his tightly and your eyes are slightly wide. You’re scared.
You look up at Alastor and he blinks back,”It’ll be fine...” When he tries to pull his hand away you won’t let it go. His heart thumps but he slowly pulls his hand away,”I’ll be right here.”
He fixes your scarf to cover the lower portion of your face and basks in the fearful look in your eyes. Not fearful of him, but of the strangers.
“Hey!”,the man shouts as he approaches. You look up at the two people. The man has silvery hair and wears all black clothing, the other man looks just the same, they look like siblings.
Alastor stands and turns to them, his hand remains on your shoulder,”Hello! Do you need something?” Alastor has put on an entire personality in the span of a few seconds. He wears his usual polite smile and his voice is just as it sounds on the radio.
The man introduces himself as Morris and the other man says his name is Marcus. You find that a bit strange as does Alastor.
“We’re new to the area and stupidly decided to go for a walk in this unfamiliar neck of the woods. If its no trouble could you help us?”,Morris asks with a lopsided grin on his pale features.
Alastor has his guard up but yours has faltered slightly. Marcus keeps his eyes on you and he smiles softly before his brows pinch together.
“You look mighty familiar have—“
“Oh!”,Alastor interrupts him suddenly and loudly,”I have a map back at my home if you fellows would like that!”
With that you and Alastor make your way back to the cabin as Marcus and Morris seemingly chatter about nothing the short way there. Truth be told you felt uneasy the entire time. The second you saw their silhouettes in the fog you got a bad feeling in your stomach.
Alastor leads them to the cabin and when he pulls out his keys he makes the mistake of glancing to you. You look as if though you’re about to be sick and rightfully so.
Because as soon as Alastor pulls out his keys Marcus brings the grip of a gun down onto the back of Alastors head, knocking him out cold. Your eyes widen in horror as his body falls to the ground and you scream.
“What—“,you gasp softly when Morris presses the gun against your cheek. Your bottom lip quivers and you clench your eyes shut as he leans down to speak to you.
“Not a fucking word, or we’ll kill you and pretty boy.”,he warns with a sinister look across his features and you nod quickly. Marcus unlocks the door to the cabin and lifts up the lengthy Alastor with a bit of struggling. “Grab her.”,Morris heads his accomplices orders.
But not kindly.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off of the chair and you wince as he drags you into the cabin, slamming the door shut with his foot.
“P-Please don’t hurt him! Please what do you want!?”,you cry out as you watch Alastor be dragged away as Morris drags you into the room you’ve known as your own the past weeks.
Morris tosses you onto the bed and before you can scramble up and away from him he crawls on top of you. Your eyes widen at the dark and sadistic look in his silvery eyes. You gasp and shake your head as he forces your leg apart.
“No! No! Please get off of me! Please you don’t—“,tears have already begun to sting your eyes and he presses the gun up beneath your chin.
“Shut the fuck up.”,he growls into your ear and you whimper softly while feeling the cool steel against your skin. Chills run up your spine and across your skin. The sound of his voice hits you and you think back to this situation being all too familiar.
“I give you everything and you don’t want to have sex?”
“You know I always get what I want, (Y/N)”
Morris forces your legs apart and he’s pleased to notice you’ve frozen beneath him. His grip on the gun loosens beneath your chin as a slimy grin spreads across his stubbly face.
You zone out, take yourself away from the situation as you think of the many times you’ve been underneath Valentino just the same. Paralyzed with fear and denial. Him forcing himself on you, thinking you owe him something.
And truth be told you had begun to believe he was owed your body whenever he pleased. But looking to the open door you thought of Alastor.
He needed your help.
You feel the rapists calloused hand move up your thigh and looking down to him you notice his grip slipping on the gun. He’s too busy trying to tug down your shorts so you do what you never had the courage to do with Valentino. You fight back.
Grabbing his wrist you grab the gun and turning off the safety you press it against his forehead. His eyes widen and his hand stops between your thighs. Your breath is shaky and he narrows his eyes,”You’re not going to—“
A loud bang rings out through the room and your ears begin to ring. Your eyes are clenched shut as a warm liquid splatters against you and you shove him off of you with shaking hands and tears rolling down your bloodied face. Sitting up and pushing down your dress hurriedly you look up and see the other man run in.
Yet before he can pull his gun you put a bullet between his eyes. He collapses to the floor dead and you swallow hard. Your chest rises and falls as you take a breather with wide eyes and feel his blood drip down your features.
Then you gasp and look past the dead body by the doorframe. Tossing the gun aside you hurry to throw yourself off the bed and you crawl on your hands and knees towards the living room, where Alastor was taken off to.
More hot tears roll down your cheeks as you rush to his unconscious self,”Alastor?! Alastor!” You shake him with wide eyes and grip his dress shirt with your bloodied hands, staining the fabric. You breathe out in relief when his eyes slowly flutter open.
“Oh my god! Alastor!”,you breathe out in relief and throw your arms around him.
Alastor blinks back when you hug him tightly and by the blood on your face. Then he remembers.
“(Y/N)-“,he’s cut off when you bury your face into the crook of his neck and begin to sob heavily.
You sob because you finally fought back. Because you were almost raped and you killed for the first time in years.
But you sob mostly because you realize how fucked you were. You could have asked them for help before you knew their intentions, you could have shot Alastor, you could have made them shoot Alastor. But you didn’t.
You were scared for him and worried for him. You felt safe with him. You sobbed because you realized you held feelings for Alastor, but you didn’t have the mental capacity to decipher those feelings right now.
Right now you allowed Alastor to pull you onto his lap and hold you close, his hand soothingly stroking your back,”Its okay...you’re safe now.”
Alastor felt guilty for the immense joy in his heart. You came for him and protected him. And he was euphoric.
I am hopelessly in love with you, (Y/N).