Strings Of Fate

Chapter 7: Weak and strong

Hello my lovely readers......so uh, I hope you've all been enjoying the story. The truth is I've been on edge about this story because its no surprise that it's a slow burn (if you don't know what a slow burn is) it's basically me writing Alastor and Angel's relationship at a slower pace and building up their relationship. Not only that but Alastor is asexual in this fanfiction so I was worried that both of those things would be a turn away for you guys. (Even though I actually like writing an asexual Alastor.) I dunno, I just hope you guys aren't getting bored with the slow burn and otherwise character develop with not just our two main boys but with others as well and Angel/Alastor's interactions with other people besides just each other. Let me know, and I hope you enjoy the chapter!

                             Angel stared at the large brick building in front of him. It was only two stories high and looked similar to a school in terms of size and structure. It had a few windows on the front and one large one all the way at the top floor of the building just to let light in. The building itself looked in good condition with none of the bricks chipped or destroyed...the surrounding area was...well. The area was somewhat vacant, the building at the end of a rather empty street was well. It was fenced off from rest and stood alone in its own plot while neighboring houses or buildings on the streets across or over seemed abandoned judging by the chipped paint and overgrown grass. Angel frowned, he always hated going into this area...not because of how vacant it was, but what lies inside that building.

He took a moment to look down at his clothing...He hadn't had time to run home and change into the one other suit he had that made him look decent. He didn't like it at all.

He was still wearing the same outfit he had at the diner which, if you forgot from the last chapter already...was just a simple black long-sleeved shirt, ripped jeans, and his usual black knee-high boots. Basically not appropriate for this sort of thing and something that was going to get him at least a slap to the face. On the upside, he was actually feeling better. He'd downed the whole bag and now felt more awake which was good because...going out into a gunfight (like he likely would) while drowsy was a sure-fire way to get yourself killed...and believe it or not, Angel wasn't ready to die just yet.

He would have to shoot a text to Smiles later...oh wait, that's right his name was Alastor.

Angel smiled at the thought, 'Alastor'...it was a nice name. A strange one sure, and one he'd never heard of but it was still a nice name that strangely suited the brunette.