Red String of Death | Radiodust

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Chapter 24 ♥

"You can't go...!!"

Charlie's voice echoed through the corridor.

She was looking at Angel from his doorway as Angel packed his duffle bag.

"Tuts, I gotta go. I can't say no to the boss," Angel said. "But you just woke up yesterday. You need to heal," Charlie said. "I'm fine, toots. Stop worryin' about me," Angel said as he put his extra underclothes and perfume inside. "Vaggie can talk to Valentino and-" "Charlie!!!" Angel's voice cut Charlie off.

Charlie frowned, looking down.

Angel slowly walked up to Charlie, limping a little. He set his top set of hands-on Charlie's shoulders, making her hesitantly look up at him. "I'll be fine. It's just a few days of work then I'm off," Angel said in a softer tone. "I know... But your hip... It can dislocate again... And your ribs aren't fully healed... And I'm not even sure your organs..." Charlie trailed off, a faint blush on her cheeks.

Angel smiled warmly. He cupped her cheeks, squishing them a little. "I'm gonna be fine, promise. I'm gonna be there for just a few hours. Besides. Val promised extra pay, and I'll get the easy things tonight. I'll probably just be helping the new gals out," Angel said. Charlie set her hands on Angel's wrist and gave him a smile. "Okay... But if you get hurt or anything. Give me a call and I'll be there, okay?" Charlie said. Angel chuckled. "Okay princess," Angel said, taking his hands away. "Now get out. You're distracting me, I gotta finish getting ready," Angel said. "Okay...! See you later, Angel. Stay safe!!" Charlie said as she left Angel's bedroom.

Angel bit the inside of his cheek. He limped close to the door and shut it. He didn't let his hands leave the door as he teared up a little.

Angel knew Valentino wasn't going to let him off easy. He knew he wasn't going to get extra pay... Angel was supposed to be Valentino's perfect little doll... This was probably his punishment for not being good enough for the past weeks...

"Are you alright, dear?"

Angel jolted, letting out a yelp.
He whipped around, but before he saw who was in his room, he hunched over in pain before he collapsed.

Angel stayed silent as the pain in his hip- and now his chest waved around his body.

"I'm sorry, darling. I didn't mean to frighten you."

Angel saw Alastor kneel in front of him, taking one of his hands, and putting his other on Angel's waist. "I-It's- It's fine," Angel grunted, his teeth grinding together.

Alastor stood up, carefully helping Angel to his feet. "Thank you," Angel said, smiling warmly at Alastor. Alastor smiled back at the spider, then glanced at Angel's bag that was on his bed.

"I hope you're not going back to that... job of yours," Alastor said. Angel pulled away from Alastor and slowly made his way to his vanity. "Would if I was?" Angel said as he grabbed a few of his things on it, tossing them in his bag. "You have yet to heal. You're staying," Alastor said.

Angel was about to toss another bottle in the bag, but he stopped, looking at Alastor. Angel couldn't help his small laugh at Alastor's serious facial expression.

"Al, I have to go," Angel said. "You don't," Alastor said.

That made Angel laugh a little more. He thought it was... cute that Alastor didn't want him to leave.

"Al, you know I can't. I'm contracted. You're an overlord, you know about this," Angel reminded, making Alastor silent.

Angel grabbed a few more things from his vanity and went to his bag. He put everything inside and zipped his bag.

"Valentino is picking you up, yes?," Alastor asked. "He said he was busy..." Angel said a bit softly. "Then I assume you have a ride there?" Alastor asked. Angel nervously chuckled. "Well... It's not too far... So I can walk," Angel said. "No," Alastor said sternly. Angel looked at Alastor. "Come on. You're not my fuckin' mother. I'm a grown-ass demon. I don't need a damn monitor," Angel grumbled, looking at his bag and glaring at it.

Alastor was a little caught off guard with Angel's annoyed tone. Did he say something to piss him off? Alastor was sure the spider wouldn't be upset if Alastor just wanted Angel safe.

Alastor walked up to the spider, who looked at him.

"I'm aware... I still..." Alastor started. He looked at Angel, then shut his eyes. "I still wonder... if you'll be safe," Alastor said.

Angel's cheeks warmed up and he smirked. "Ya worried about me?" Angel said. "No," Alastor growled. "I don't worry about anyone," Alastor said. "Okay, don't get defensive," Angel said, snickering, but he stopped when Alastor gently curled his right index finger around Angel's chin. Alastor leaned in and pressed their noses together gently, which made Angel smile.

Alastor backed away. "I'll take you," he said. Angel's smiled widened. "Thanks, Al," Angel said, Alastor smiling back at him.

As Angel grabbed a few more things and fixed the room up, Alastor let out a soft sigh. He had a warm feeling in his chest, he could even feel something hitting against his chest.

But this time, Alastor smiled crookedly. Because even if it was the string or not...

Alastor... liked this unusual feeling.