Vaggie woke up from her forceful slumber back in the bed where Alastor had placed her the day before. The room was the same except it now had a vanity against one wall and a wardrobe on the other.
Vaggie sat up confusedly and noticed she was wearing a red, long-sleeved silk nightgown. She was confused until she remembered what had happened the night before.
Upon that realization, Vaggie looked around the room for any sign of Angel but found nothing. Panic crossed her face as she remembered how Alastor had treated him the night before. Angel was probably in horrible shape and needed…Wait. Was she actually worried about Angel?
She sighed deeply and caught a whiff of something strange. Vaggie sniffed the air again and smelled the soap. She then smelled her hair and her skin. They both smelled fresh, like she had showered the night before.
"Did someone bathe me?" Vaggie asked herself confusedly.
"No need to thank me, dearie," Rosie replied popping up out of nowhere next to the door causing Vaggie to back up against the wall.
"Thank you?!" Vaggie exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Rosie said turning on the lights and walking over to the bed.
Vaggie backed up to the back corner of her bed and eyed Rosie suspiciously as she asked, "Did…? Did you actually bathe me?"
"Of course, I did, dear," Rosie replied disgustfully stopping right next to the bed. "I cleaned your teeth and changed you into clean clothes, too. Alastor didn't want you going to bed all dirty and smelly. But, as you know, he's too much of a gentleman to see you in nature before you two are properly married, so he asked me to prepare you for bed myself. Isn't he thoughtful?"
"Yeah, I'm so fucking grateful," Vaggie retorted. "Where is Angel?"
"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about him, dearie," Rosie said dismissively. "He's just fine. How about you? Are you hungry?"
"Does it matter?" Vaggie asked suspiciously.
"So full of questions," Rosie replied bemusedly. "Alastor has requested your presence for lunch."
Vaggie froze for a moment in brief shock. She had been asleep for over 12 hours…
"Oh, and dearie…" Rosie said crawling on the bed to get Vaggie's attention until she was close enough to brandish a knife in her face. "That's not a request. That's an order."
Rosie grabbed Vaggie's hand, pulled her off the bed, and shoved her in the bathroom.
"Hey!" Vaggie snapped.
"Do your business, clean your teeth, wash your face, put on deodorant, and do whatever it is you people do to get yourself looking more presentable," Rosie ordered. "I'll be waiting out here to assist you when you finish."
Vaggie tried jiggling the handle, but the door would not budge. So reluctantly, she turned around and began getting ready for the day while figuring out a better plan.
However, Vaggie soon began to realize she was not alone. It began when she flushed the toilet and thought she heard a moan in the room on the other side of the wall. Vaggie paused to listen as much as she could, but she couldn't hear over the sound of the plumbing.
Vaggie turned away to finish getting ready while waiting for the noise to die down. She washed her hands, washed her face, brushed her teeth, put on her deodorant, and brushed her hair as slowly as she could.
Eventually, her patience paid off.
As Vaggie finished brushing her hair, she heard a weak voice call out to her on the other side of the wall.
"Vaggie?" the voice loudly whispered. "Vaggie? Are you there?"
Vaggie froze in surprise as she realized that the tired voice was Angel's. He was usually so annoyingly energetic, but now, he sounded so exhausted. What had they been doing to him all night?
"Angel?" Vaggie loudly whispered back while placing her ear against the wall. "Angel? Is that you?"
"Yeah," Angel said in relief. "Thank God. Vaggie, we don't have much time. I can hear her coming back…Oh, no…"
A door in Angel's room slammed open and Vaggie could hear Angel struggling against chains.
"Oh, sweetie," Rosie's sickly-sweet voice bled through the wall as she walked briskly to Angel's bed. "Why are you making so much noise? Do you need to be changed again?"
"Do you want to change me, doll?" Angel asked playfully.
"Oh, Angel, you're so charming, but I can't let you bother your next-door neighbor," Rosie replied.
Vaggie heard Angel struggling against his restraints as Rosie seemed to climb on top of him and gag him.
"Mmph!" Angel tried yelled through his gag.
"There, that's better," Rosie said happily exiting the room. "I'll play with you later, handsome."
Angel continued thrashing around fruitlessly as Vaggie quickly realized where she was going.
The moth demon turned around just in time to see Rosie to fling open her bathroom door and say, "Alrighty, Vaggie, my dear, let's finish getting you ready…"
Vaggie gulped as Rosie stepped closer.
About an hour later, Rosie was leading a blindfolded Vaggie down to the dining room.
The moth demon was dressed in a light pink tea dress and slightly high heels. Her hair was French-braided and tied at the end with the ribbon that was previously her bow. The only other original part of her outfit was her eye patch.
Vaggie grumbled under her breath. The dress and shoes were old enough to belong to her great-grandmother. The whole ensemble made her feel like a doll.
"Are we there yet?" Vaggie complained trying to remove her blindfold. "How big is this damn house anyway?"
Rosie slapped her hand away and replied, "Impatient, are we, my little hoyden?"
"Hardly," Vaggie snapped. "I don't want to see Alastor. I want to see Angel!"
"I told you, dearie," Rosie said suddenly stopping. "You can see your friend after you dine with your future husband…"
"He is not my fucking husband!" Vaggie yelled back as she heard Rosie open a door. "You hear me? Alastor is not and will never be my husband!"
Rosie untied the blindfold from around Vaggie's eyes to reveal a large dining room with a table filled with Southern comfort food, large windows overlooking the woods, and Alastor sitting at the other end of the table.
"Good afternoon, Vaggie, my dear," Alastor said cheerfully. "Did you sleep well? You may leave now, Rosie."
Rosie pushed Vaggie into the room, winked at her friend, and quickly shut the door.
"Come, Vaggie," Alastor said gesturing towards the chair on the opposite side of the table. "You must be starving. You've been sleeping for the better part of the last few days after all. But I must warn you not to try anything foolish…"
Out of nowhere, Alastor's deer familiars made their presence known on the walls.
Vaggie sighed deeply and reluctantly made her way to her chair. She sat down in her seat and glared at Alastor for a few moments until her stomach growled.
"Oh, dear, you need to eat," Alastor said. "Don't worry about getting up. I'll take care of it."
Alastor snapped his fingers and instantly Vaggie's plate was filled with food and a glass of water showed up out of nowhere.
Vaggie didn't want to eat the food, but her hunger got the better of her and she dug into the collards and country- fried steak. Meanwhile, Alastor ate food from his own plate only occasionally looking up to see how Vaggie was doing. In no time at all, Vaggie had cleaned her plate and was downing her glass of water.
When Vaggie finally set her glass down, a pitcher of water instantly came and filled it up again. She looked up to see Alastor grinning from ear to ear.
"My, my, someone was hungry," Alastor chimed happily. "Do you have room for dessert?"
A slice of chocolate cake instantly appeared on Vaggie's plate from the cake on the table.
"Eat up," Alastor said. "And don't worry, dear. There's plenty more where that came from."
Vaggie looked at him suspiciously and finally spoke her mind.
"Alright, shitlord," Vaggie said before plunging her fork into her chocolate cake. "What do you want?"
"What are you talking about, darling?" Alastor asked confusedly. "I only want your company."
"Yeah, sure," Vaggie said rolling her eyes. "What do you really want?"
Alastor's expression twisted in confusion while Vaggie took a bite of cake as he said, "Vaggie, I'm not sure I know what you mean."
Vaggie sipped some water, rose an eyebrow, and said, "Cut the crap. What do you really want? I've been here long enough to know what there is to know about you. I know you never show interest in anyone or anything unless you're getting something out of it. So, what do you want? Why are you keeping me and Angel here?"
Alastor's face looked shocked as he replied, "You don't believe that I have finally felt the call to romance? Why not? I'd think you'd be honored. I could theoretically have any demoness I desired."
Vaggie swallowed the piece of cake she was chewing on, rolled her eyes, and said, "Gee, never heard that one before."
"What do you mean?" Alastor asked leaning forward on the table in amusement.
Vaggie finished her sip of water, slammed the glass back on the table, and said, "I was a prostitute. I'm used to old, rich guys hitting on me. I hated all of them, too. They were just vapid, insecure old men who wanted someone young and pretty to give them attention. I could understand if one of the other kingpins hit on me, but you're not those guys. You don't need that type of attention to stroke your ego..."
"I am significantly older than any of them," Alastor interrupted.
"Yeah, you could be my great-grandfather," Vaggie retorted.
"I hope that isn't what's repulsing you," Alastor said before taking a sip of his own water. "We're both dead, darling. Age is irrelevant now. Charlie is older than I am…"
"You're nothing like Charlie…" Vaggie said standing up in front of her seat.
"What are you saying?" Alastor said acting offended.
"I know you don't really care about me," Vaggie said glaring bullets into him. "There's something else you want. What is it?"
Alastor's face fell in absolute shock. It was an unusual expression for a face that was so used to smiling.
"I'm shocked," Alastor said dramatically leaning backwards. "You don't think I love you?! How can you accuse me so?"
"I'm not an idiot," Vaggie said narrowing her eye. "Besides, if you did, you would have proved it already."
When Alastor didn't respond, Vaggie took it as a victory. She sat back down and continued eating her cake and drinking her water in a silence that Vaggie welcomed.
Alastor sat there staring at his plate in contemplation. He didn't even lift his head when Vaggie stood up.
"The meal was nice, but now, Angel and I must be leaving," Vaggie said quietly. "I'd say it has been fun, but that would be a lie."
Vaggie quickly but quietly walked away from the table and looked back, but Alastor still wasn't looking up. By the time she had reached the door, Vaggie had begun to think she could possibly escape unscathed.
Unfortunately, when Vaggie reached for the door, she felt herself being turned around and held in a tight embrace. It was Alastor looking both more determined and more unsure than Vaggie had ever seen him in the time they knew each other.
"Alastor, what are you…?" Vaggie started to ask before Alastor put a finger on her lips to silence her, put one hand on her back and another one her head, leaned in, and locked his lips with hers.
Vaggie froze in absolute terror as Alastor made out with her. She tried pulling her head away, but he swiftly, picked her up, telekinetically cleared some place on the table, sat her on top of it, and continued his kissing while holding her hands.
When Vaggie tried to pull away again, Alastor only laid her down on the table, climbed on top of her, and moved on to sucking her neck while using his hands to hold her head in place.
Vaggie felt a chill run through her as she realized just how obsessed Alastor was with her. This situation was worse than she thought. She started feeling around for something she could use to get Alastor off her.
Vaggie let out an involuntary whimper as Alastor took a break from his kissing and said with his face less no more than an inch away from hers, "Women are made to bear, and so are you. Do you believe me now, Vaggie? You should. I may be no expert on lovemaking, but I do believe that hickeys are a man's way of marking what is his…"
Vaggie's wandering hand finally found just what it was looking for.
"If that's the case," Alastor said nuzzling his face against hers like a deer. "You're all mine…"
Vaggie took the opportunity to plunge the steak knife she was wielding straight into Alastor's skull. The Radio Demon was immediately visually disoriented. He backed off Vaggie and into the chair she was sitting in knocking the chair over and tripping backwards over it.
Vaggie took this opportunity to jump off the table and dash out of the room.
As soon as she left, Alastor pulled the knife out of his head, rubbed his healing head, and said to himself, "Oh, dear. I may have been a bit too forward…"