A Mess
FLASHBACK
"People do long distance all the time, why can't we?",he sounds agitated as you pick up the dress with a soft sigh. You slowly begin to pull on the flowy dress, the mint green fabric conceals the love bruises along your breasts and collarbones.
"We aren't even official. And you expect me to stay loyal to you in an entirely different state?",you look at the mans reflection in the mirror. Your brows are furrowed and jaw clenched.
The shirtless man lets out a heavy sigh while getting off the bed. He rubs his scarred eye and runs a hand through his once neat chestnut locks.
He pouts gently and stops your hands before you button up the front,"We are official, my love...we just can't tell anyone..." His soft lips reach down to kiss along the curve of your neck.
You let out a shaky sigh while his hands cup your breasts. You let out a soft gasp when his hands squeeze your sore chest.
"You haven't even told me where you're off to...",his deep voice whines softly in your ear. His tongue runs up your burning skin and you feel your knees grow weak.
Yet common sense and dignity hits you and you turn, pushing him away from you. Your heart beats rapidly and you look at him with a quivering frown, your face flushed red.
"I can tell whoever, its not like I have anyone to tell but I could and WOULD. You choose not to, all because you're ashamed of me!",you hold your ground as you begin to button up your dress. You feel pain hit your heart. The taller man feels guilt stab at him while shaking his head gently. His face ridden with sadness and heartache.
"Thats not it, (Y/N)—"
You cut him off, already feeling tears begin to sting your eyes,"That is it! God forbid anyone finds out such a socialite is dating a middle class orphan. I'm leaving everything behind here to start fresh, to forget all the pain and heartache I've suffered through." Finishing with the buttons you bite your quivering lip gently, your eyes meet his heterochromatic ones.
"I love you, Vox. But I can't be some secret trollop. I want something real, something to show the world. I want a family.",Vox feels his heart grow heavy as a tear escapes your eye and rolls down your red cheek.
"Goodbye. I hope you find someone worthy of you.",your heart tightens and cracks as you go on your tippy toes and plant a gentle kiss against his cheek.
He watches you leave the large room with a breaking heart. Swallowing hard he shakes his head and lets his fist collide with the mirror. His frustration and hurt and guilt too much to bare.
"Fuck!"
I don't want anyone else...I want you, (Y/N)...
END OF FLASHBACK
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The entire car ride back to the building was uncomfortable and silent to say the least. You did feel a bit relieved when that feeling within your stomach and between your legs alleviated.
You internally refused to even acknowledge it.
Parking the car in the front of the building you couldn't wait to get out of the suffocating encasing. Stepping out of the car before Alastor can open the door for you your eyes look up to the beautiful sky.
The once baby blue sky is a melting pot of purples and oranges, the sun sets in the distance and for just a moment you forget everything. You feel peaceful and stress free.
Then Alastor speaks.
"I expect you in tomorrow at the same time. Not a second late, (Y/N).",he speaks in a professional manner while rounding the car to stand aside you. You exhale sharply through your nose before nodding.
"(Y/N).",you hear that familiar and friendly voice ring out. You look to the direction of the sound and notice Anthony rounding the corner, a cancer stick between his pink gloved fingers. A smile spreads across your face and you walk towards him with open arms.
"Heya Tony.",you greet him with a sigh of comfort and relief as your arms wrap around him. His familiar scent of vanilla and cigarettes wafts into your senses. Your shoulders which had been tense the entire time finally found relaxation in his presence. Pulling away his arm remains around your shoulder.
"Who's smiles?",Anthonys brow lowers and you follow his gaze to Alastor standing in front of the car. His composure still straight and confident and that ever lasting smile on his pink lips.
Alastor doesn't give you the opportunity to speak, he instead rushes forward and grabs ahold of Anthonys hand, giving it a firm and quick shake.
"I'm Alastor, my effeminate fellow! I'm (Y/N)'s boss.",he speaks in his usual friendly and enthusiastic tone. Anthony gives him a strange look before pulling his hand away and tossing the cigarette aside.
Anthony glances to you and a slightly wary feeling sinks in his stomach. He can feel the way your shoulders tensed up beneath his arm. Not to mention he saw the look of annoyance in your eyes and a soft pink bloom on your cheeks. He could smell something fishy going on here.
"I'm Anthony. Nice to meet ya.",the rest of the cancerous smoke is blown out of his mouth. Alastor ignores the disgusted feeling in his stomach at Anthonys arm tightening around your shoulder.
"Well I'll see you tomorrow, Alastor...",you say in a slightly nervous tone while clasping your hands in front of you. You make your way around Alastor and begin to leave with Anthony who offers him a small wave. Alastor gently pushes his glasses up his nose and he turns to face your backs.
"I'll come by to pick you up. I expect you outside when I get there.",you whip around, Anthonys arm falls from your shoulder. You laugh a bit nervously,"I-I have my own way of getting to work, sir."
Alastors smile grows more strained when he hears you say that.
Sir...
Anthony watched you carefully, that nervous laugh and smile was not assuring to him. Alastor shrugs nonchalantly,"I'm not asking my dear." Anthony steps in front of you with a cock of his head,"I take her to work. She's fine."
Alastor looks to Anthony, despite Alastors alarming height he was a few obvious inches shorter than Anthony. Yet Alastor didn't feel anything but amusement and slight disgust. He hid both emotions expertly.
His eyes lock on Angels but he speaks to you,"Be outside in time or you're fired." You feel your jaw tighten and fist ball up at your sides. Yet you keep your composure and place a hand atop Anthonys shoulder.
He was obviously getting worked up and seeing you upset would make matters worse. Alastors eyes break from Anthonys fiery gaze and he raises a brow,"Am I understood, miss?"
You glare daggers at him yet nod slowly,"Yes."
"Yes what?"
Anthony snorts while rolling his eyes yet his disbelief falters when he feels your fingers tighten on his shoulder slightly.
"Yes, sir."
You say in a soft and timid tone. Alastor slowly inhales to cool himself down, he gives a small nod,"Fantastic! It was a pleasure meeting you, Anthony."
Anthony was just about ready to give Alastor a good sock to the button had you not quickly pulled his hand and began walking away.
Alastor watched as the two of you walk away, your fingers interlaced with his and the adoring yet tired look in your eyes as you looked up at him.
That disgusting feeling was manifesting within Alastor, his grin fell and his eyes narrowed. With a snort he turned on his heel and made his way to the entrance. A few more things needed tending to.
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Alastor sighs softly as the pleading and sobbing finally comes to an end. He feels all of his pent up aggression and strange emotions swim down the drain along with the crimson blood.
His eyes fall to the beautiful woman with blonde curls and pale skin, her rosy cheeks splattered with blood. Her neck cut into so deeply her head seemed to be hanging on by just a few nerves and tendons.
Alastor was smiling wider than ever as he let his bloody hands reach up and run down his tired features. The scent of the blood and taste would usually be enough to satisfy him. But tonight he found it different.
Her blood and the sight of her screaming and sobbing did not hold a candle to the fearful look in your eyes when he had grabbed you aside his car.
Now that was something that brought him satisfaction. Although still wasn't enough.
Leaning against the steel table his brows furrowed and hands froze against his lips as his mind fell back to your face.
Your wide and unblinking eyes, your soft lips parted in surprise and a bit of distress. Although he just now realized a field of roses bloomed across your cheeks and nose. His hands ran up to grip his chestnut colored hair as he saw your eyes behind his eyelids.
Your pupils enlarged and he could see the distress and fear...but there was something else in those big and innocent eyes.
You stepped into the car and refused to even glance his way the entire ride. Your legs were so tightly crossed and a tinge of pink on the tips of your ears. He could see the chills along your dainty neck.
His eyes shot open as the realization hit him like a bus.
Desire.
No that couldn't be right...he has to have imagined that...
His heart began to race as he quickly whipped around to hunch over the table, his long and slender fingers gripped the table.
"Yes, sir..."
Whipping back around he looked down at the womans wounded and dead body. With every quick blink and short breath he began to see...you.
He envisioned you laying in that pool of blood. But no you weren't dead. The crimson color stained your button-up blouse and that tight black pencil skirt. The metallic tasting blood dripped down your round face, your innocent eyes looked up at him.
That warm smile he has had the honor to be on the receiving end of spread across your blood splattered full lips.
"Alastor..."
He could hear your soft and warm voice ringing in his ears. His hand clutches his chest as he watches you slowly begin to unbutton that blouse. Your dainty fingers are slow and innocent eyes begin to cloud with desire.
"Stop...",he breathed and shut his eyes, his hands held his face as he attempted to wipe away those visions of you. Chills ran up his spine and across his arms as he swallowed hard and felt your body against his.
"Let me thank you for saving me...sir."
He felt a stir below his belt. A feeling he has never felt before. He was overwhelmed and growing unhinged as your voice continued to ring in his ears.
"STOP!",he finally screamed while turning around and running his fist into the steel table. A loud bang rang out through the basement as he did this. His wide eyes stared down at his bleeding fist, his breathing was shallow and heavy.
The feeling of you, the sound of you, the sight of you...it was gone now. He then began to laugh slowly, it grew more maniacal as he raised his throbbing fist. His own fresh blood began to clear the dried blood.
"Oh what a mess I've gotten myself into...",he breathed through maniacal laughter while holding his fist to his chest,"What a mess you've gotten yourself into, (Y/N)."