Strings Of Fate

The End Part 3

 Alastor followed Charlie down the hall, away from the main room. He knew that he may never see any of the people in that room again. But he accepted it nonetheless.

Charlie, for once, wasn't smiling. She didn't appear chipper or happy in any way. Her demeanor was sad and gloomy. However, it was something he currently didn't care about, among many other things.

Angel was his only goal right now.

He didn't care for any other's feelings or input now.

She stopped at a door at the end of the hall. It was larger and grander than all the others, taking up most of that wall. With her lips turned down in a frown, she looked at Alastor. "Here it is.." She said grimly, as if presenting a dead body.

The door opened with a loud groan. Its rusted hinges sounded as if it hadn't been used for quite a few years, at the very least. There was a small indent in the carpet where the door had been previously moved. Most likely from when Charlie and Vaggie had gone to investigate moments prior.

The floors groaned under their weight as they stepped into the large library. A small fire was going in the corner as a light source, since none of the lights seemed to be working.

What in hell's name did she put the money towards that I gave her if not this horrible room?

It was a passing thought, nothing important.

Charlie walked over to a dining table cushioned between a sofa and the fire place. It was small compared to the rest of the large library. A single book sat on the coffee table. Alastor assumed that to be the one she had found.

He watched her movements with little care, simply biding his time and silently hoping that this worked. And if it had, then he hoped he would live long enough to have even a slight chance at saving Angel once he reached the other side.

As she cracked the book open, small bits of dust scattered from the other pages and cover. Clearly, this library and its containments hadn't been used for quite a long time.

All these small observations; they were pointless, Alastor realized. Yet he somehow focused on them in this moment as if they held some great importance. When in reality, he was simply trying to ignore the growing sensation in his chest. How his throat was tight, his heart pounding, palms sweaty and clammy. How goosebumps lined his arms underneath his sleeves, and how the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up.

Even his shadow had a similar feeling.

But it was not the high possibility of death he feared, nor the pain that would come with it. No, what scared him, what terrified Alastor down to his very core, was the one thing he'd fought so hard to keep; to achieve. Something so simple for humans, but himself? Only a dream.

A happy ending.

More specifically..

A happy ending with Angel.

To simply live out their lives as they pleased, living each day relishing in each other's company. Doing mundane things like cooking, watching a movie, or anything deemed as fun that came to mind. Why, even going clothes shopping or out to dinner he would settle for right now. To go on one more date, no matter how silly or absurd it may be.

To just..live, with Anthony.

With his soulmate.

To live as a human with his loving partner and grow old with him...to die with him.

That was his deepest truest desire.

And to have that stolen from him, to have it ripped away and seemingly having no hope of ever getting it back. To never see the man he loved again or worse, die without him.