「 Hell On Wheels! 」Alastor x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter XXV

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"Oh, you're still awake? Well that's okay after the whole catastrophe on the news! I remember seeing that boy with you earlier when I was summoned! As I was cleaning, I kept thinking of what was going down y'know? Like if you all were gonna handle it or leave it, or something else, I don't know! Just some thoughts!"

  Vaggie has never wanted to die more than she does now.

  Scowling to herself as she listens to Nifty blabber about Satan-knows-what, she paced back and forth in her room. The little devil had managed to slither into her personal quarters when she wasn't looking and immediately spoke so much all the words were suffocating the entire damn room.

  Despite the suffocating atmosphere, her mind was still clear enough to recognize she was paranoid about Charlie. She had changed out of her clothes into something more comfortable to wear in sleep, but it didn't succeed in relaxing her.

  Her nerves were jumpy. Charlie and she usually slept together in her own room because of the blonde's slight detachment to her quarters. But seeing as she most likely took Angel Dust there, she was downright worried.

  "Oh, oh, I forgot to ask you! Who was that girl who jumped out of the limo? She was real stupid for doing that, she jumped into the arms of second Hell!" Nifty laughed at her own joke. "She has great fashion sense though! Is she a friend? Ooo, does she have any other friends that are boys? This hotel seems to be drowning with girls after a-"

  "I'm going to Charlie's quarters." Vaggie stood up, feeling her stomach boil with rage. Any longer and she'll explode, literally.

  Nifty stopped in her dusting and looked at Vaggie with her single, wide, prying eye. "Awh, leaving so soon? Okay okay, have fun with your girlfriend! I'll be busy cleaning!" She cheered as the grey blue skinned demon exited.

  Finally, I can breathe. Vaggie let out a long sigh of relief once she closed the door. Why did Alastor conjure up that girl again? Ah right, he said something about needing more staff.

  She grimaced at the thought. Not the right time.

  She headed away from her room, ignoring Nifty's high pitched laughter and singing all the while. She didn't want to waste anymore time, so she took the elevator down to the first floor, the lobby.

  Charlie didn't exactly like heights nor did she like to be at the very top twenty four seven. When they first planned out the structure, it took days of Charlie persuading the ivory haired girl into letting an extra room be built into the lobby as her office, or room.

  The elevator dinged, showing she had reached the lobby. The doors slid open and she stepped out, before beginning her journey to Charlie's room.

  It was dead silent, unsurprisingly. What was there to expect? This entire day had been draped and overwhelmed with fiascos left and right. It goes without saying people would be exhausted.

  Charlie's quarters weren't too far away. A few seconds of walking and she'd probably reach it already. Maybe that's what's keeping her sane right now. If she walked just a little more, she'd already hear what it is Charlie and Angel Dust were talking about. That'd be one hell of a conversation she can tell already.

  So much had happened. The meet up to go to the interview, the actual interview, the rest at the hotel, eating out and roaming the streets, then eventually, the downfall: (Y/N) falling into a coma by getting involved in turf wars.

  The sight sickened her. It replayed over and over in her head, like a movie she couldn't pause. Those spikes rising from the ground, impaling her through the torso. Those spikes that went through the girl who held herself with steel and force. The same girl who didn't take shit in the few hours she had been here.

  Vaggie didn't like the aching of her heart as she indulged in the unpleasant memory. But the details were already emblazoned in her mind, every strand of her (H/C) hair and every droplet of inky blood was forever imprinted into her mind. There's no going back now.

  She willed her somewhat shaky legs to carry her to the quarters, noticing she had stopped in her walking while reliving the traumatic event that occurred. Now is not the time to relive that. There will never be a time to relive that.

  Before she could process it she had made it to the doors of Charlie's room. A strange emotion or hormone rushed through her system. Adrenaline? But why?

  Her hearing picked up the faint sound of Charlie's voice and in an instant, all her muscles relaxed while endorphins rush through her. She wasn't crying, nor was she exhibiting any sense of fear based on the muffled tones.

  Vaggie pressed a hand to the door. She had the undeniable urge to just push it open. One push, and you can have her in your arms. One push, and you can let her dissolve in warmth and forget this all happened. One push...

  And you'll shelter her like an overbearing mother.

  She sighed in frustration a little. What to do, what to do, she wondered to herself. Just this one action could change the outcome of everything, and to think of it like that, it's somewhat overwhelming.

  So, she put her ear against the door, inhaled, and focused on listening.

***

Alastor didn't want to admit it, but damn was he tired.

  His fingers echoed with familiar aches of fatigue and his body resonated in exhaustion. Mental or physical, he wasn't quite sure. Either way, it was a strange feeling. 

  He was seated atop the bed in the room he was assigned to, still dressed in the same attire he had worn for the day. The room was filled with dead air, everything stiff and indecipherably silent.

  His microphone he usually held was somewhere in time and space. It had been off and on, seeing as he felt bored every other minute and had no other mode of entertainment. The TV was on, muted, but it was on. And it had been on long enough for him to get the gist of the news blaring on the television.

  The two faces of the anchors, Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench, popped out against the plain background with the caption BREAKING NEWS sprayed across the top of the screen to catch attention. Their lips moved as they reported the latest Turf Wars, how Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb were involved in the orchestral, physical downfall of a certain demon.

  They luckily never mentioned said female demon's name. Good for them, Alastor thought with a small smirk as he thumbed his bottom lip, they get to live to see another day.

  Thinking about her name and her face didn't help the horrendous aching of his heart. When they first encountered in this hotel today, he'd been taken off guard. Those (E/C) eyes that lit up with confusion, frown that contorted every time she wasn't in the mood, and her expression of irritation when he sat beside her at the bar..

  He never imagined he'd meet her again under these circumstances.

  He didn't get a chance to continue thinking however as he was soon interrupted by Vaggie storming into his room. Alastor looked at her with a raised brow as she plowed towards him, and in the blink of an eye, held her harpoon right to his neck. Her pupils were small, dotted and expressed anger as her face was morphed into a pissed off scowl, as if she knew something she should have known before. And he had a pretty good idea of what it was.

  "We need to talk, Alastor."