Toxic Love
Vox watched you as you stared out of the dark tinted window of the limo.
You were off the entire ride here. Quiet and only making an effort to talk to him on occasion. Something was wrong with you.
Maybe you had grown to like it in New Orleans.
You’re greeted with the familiar sights of LA as you drive to Vox’s home. Your chin rested against the palm of your hand as your tired eyes watched the scenery pass by. Turning to Vox you furrowed your brows slightly.
“Is something wrong?”,you question having felt his eyes on you the entire time. He shook his head gently and gave a soft smile,”Just admiring you.”
You feel guilt prod at your stomach and your lean forward to grab ahold of his hand. Nothing stirs in your heart or stomach as you do this.
“I’m sorry if I’m being a bit of a downer I’m just tired.”,you lie straight through your teeth and force a smile. Vox relaxes slightly and he lifts your hand and plants a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
“Its okay, it is a long two day ride back here.”,he chuckles gently and you slowly pull your hand away when the limo comes to a stop. Vox clears his throat and the chauffeur opens the door for the two of you to step out.
Stepping out onto the pavement your white kitten heels click against the concrete. Looking to Voxs familiar mansion you feel his hand grab ahold of yours and you offer another fake smile while walking towards the home with him.
Once inside you look around and slide your heels off. The chauffeur is quick to bring in your luggage as you roam about the house that seems so different to when you were last here. It seemed like ages ago you were happily dancing with Vox, madly in love.
Now you were here, feeling as if though you were imprisoned.
Vox watches as you walk around and touch various knick knacks and trinkets he has adorning his home. Looking down at the glass table you feel a thought prod at you and you find yourself unable to withhold the question.
“Why did you destroy Alastors office?”
Vox stills while taking off his coat. With a soft sigh he hangs up his coat and pull his shoes off to rest aside yours. He watches as your manicured finger traces the shapes on the crystal ashtray.
“He had to be taught a lesson. He completely disrespected Velvet and Valentino when—when you ran out that night. Not to mention he was with you.”,Vox explained while crossing his arms firmly over his muscular chest.
You snort softly and turn to him with a “are you serious” expression,”They pointed a gun at him. I don’t think I’d be all too nice in that situation. And besides, who cares if I was there with him. We weren’t together.”
Vox looks to your soft eyes and his narrow slightly,”Why are you asking me about his office now? What does it matter now?” You walked towards a frame of flowers hanging on the wall. With a soft sigh you turn and lean against the white wall.
“It was completely immature and ridiculous of you. You let your petty jealousy fog your rationality. I could have very well been fired.” Vox rolls his eyes and walks towards you while loosening his tie.
“But why does it matter now? So what if I got a little jealous? Can you blame me? I saw the man I despise most in the world with my girlfriend.”,your gaze falls to the ground and you feel anger rise within you at the way he speaks of Alastor.
“Ex-girlfriend.”,you correct him while looking down at your twirling fingers. His soft fingers curl beneath your chin, lifting your gaze to his. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches.
“Were you on a date with him?”
You scoffed,”If I was it wouldn’t have mattered.”,you say with slight irritation and walked away from him. He grabs your wrist and pulls you back. Your back hits him and his other hand grabs your jaw.
In his hold you don’t feel how you use to. You don’t feel how Alastor made you feel. You feel guilt...sadness...and pain.
“It would have mattered.”,his voice is low in your ear and you feel chills run up your spine. Wriggling from his hold you turn to face him with a slight scowl on your soft features,”How so?”
He chuckles lowly and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, he pulls you close and you swallow hard while looking up at him. Your eyes challenge his.
This was your entire relationship with Vox. Constant petty arguments, constant challenging one another, jealousy, shame, sex.
From your years with Vox they were on the opposite spectrum of your weeks with Alastor.
With Alastor it had begun as tense, fearful, and forced. But it developed into mutual, soft, and loving.
Being with Vox had began healthy and wound up toxic.
Being with Alastor began toxic and wound up healthy.
As you stared up into Voxs eyes you realized this. You realized just how your relationship worked compared to how your short relationship with Alastor worked.
You wanted Alastor.
“It matters because...”
You wanted healthy.
“You belong to me.”
But you couldn’t have it.
“I belong to no one.”
All you had now was Vox.
“You wanna bet.”,his grip on your neck tightened.
You loved him once before.
“Yeah.”,your hand gripped his tie.
Maybe you could love him again.
Maybe you could forget about Alastor.
“It’s a bet.”,Vox muttered before connecting your lips roughly.
You pulled him close by his tie before your arms wrapped around his neck.
This is wrong.
He lifted you up and your legs wrapped around his waist. He slammed you against the wall and you let out a soft grunt against his familiar lips. Your hands wove through his hair.
I want Alastor...
Voxs lips began to move down your lips and you tilted your head back and sighed in pleasure. Yet a tear slowly rolled down your cheek as you felt his tongue against your warming skin. The marks of Alastor were now gone, Vox replacing them.
Maybe in another life...
You sigh shakily and your hands lightly tug on his hair as your body feels conflicted by his pleasurable touch.
This love would be toxic...but at least it would be love.
Wiping your mind and the tears from your cheeks you lifted Voxs face from the crook of your neck and you connected your lips yet again.
As your lips trailed down across his jaw and neck he sighed softly in pleasure. Your tongue trailed up the side of his neck and you felt your broken heart die.
“I love you, Vox...”,you mumbled softly in his ear.
Maybe if I say it enough...I’ll believe it.
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“You really fell in love with her?”,Anthony inquires while holding his knees to his chest. The scenery passed by quickly as the train speeds on to LA.
Alastors leg shakes and he nods,”I did.”
Anthony slowly nods and sighs,”Well shit.”
Anthonys gaze fall to Alastor. He notices just how distraught he was. His leg shaking, his brows furrowed, and most scarily was the lack of that stupid fucking smile on his lips.
“She loves you too, you know?”,Alastor looks to Anthony and he continues with a soft laugh,”She gets all flustered whenever she talks about you. Not to mention despite you being a cleaner and all you and her have got to be a whole less toxic than her and Vox.”
Alastor looks at Anthony with a questioning look. The crossdresser sighs with a gentle roll of his eyes,”Her and Vox are bad for each other. They met when she skipped two years and was in his class. Val told me they were fine at first, but they started fighting. Petty arguments and shit. She’d get mad about his business he was a jealous control freak.”
Alastor chewed on the inside of his cheek as he crossed one leg over the other. His voice was still stiff as his eyes burned a hole into the floor of the train.
“So she loved him?”
Anthony shook his head with a heavy sigh. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes,”No. Val said that she didn’t look at him with genuine love. Said some shit about her probably wanting that family experience she never got to have. What with her parents and all.”
Alastor felt both relieved and saddened to hear this. Relieved she hadn’t loved him, but saddened she forced herself to in order to have her shot at a good family.
Alastor and Anthony sat in worried and heavy silence the rest of the train ride.
I’m going to take you back, (Y/N).
And I’m going to have all their heads.