Vaggie woke up in the bed the next morning. She sat up and looked down at her blue silk night slip groggily. It took Vaggie a moment to remember what happened the night before, but when she did, she immediately dashed for the bathroom.
Vaggie banged on the wall and yelled, "Angel! Are you there?! Angel?!"
There was only silence as her answer.
In desperation, Vaggie ran out of the bathroom, across her room, and tried the door. To her surprise, it was unlocked. It opened immediately. Vaggie opened the door with a surprised expression on her face and dashed over to the room next door. To her surprise, that door was unlocked, too.
Vaggie opened the door and dashed in only to discover that the room was empty. Angel wasn't there. There was nothing in the room except for a bedside table with a lamp on top of it, an empty sitting area in an alcove by the window, and an empty bed backed up against the back wall.
Vaggie walked in and started looking around for any clues of Angel's whereabouts, but she had nothing to go on. She walked into the bathroom and checked the vent. Sure enough, it was empty. That meant there was hope.
Vaggie turned around and saw Alastor standing right there under the doorframe.
"Hello, darling," Alastor said with a pleasant smile. "You're up earlier than usual."
Vaggie narrowed her eyes into a glare and asked, "Where's Angel?"
"He's being prepared to be sold," the Radio Demon answered without hesitation. "The auction is tonight. Remember?"
"Where is he?!" Vaggie quickly replied.
"Being prepared," Alastor replied again, taking a step towards Vaggie and bending down until he was able to look her in the eyes.
Vaggie twitched her eye as she was starting to lose patience, "Where is he being prepared?"
Alastor smirked with a sadistic grin and said, "With Rosie."
Vaggie's face contorted in fear and in anger as she yelled, "WHERE?!"
Alastor playfully cocked his head to the side and replied, I believe that that is none of your concern. Now then..." He tapped his staff on the ground and his familiars appeared. "We must get you ready."
Vaggie pushed her way past Alastor and dashed through the room and into the hall.
Unfortunately, his familiars grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her back. Vaggie struggled to break free from Alastor's shadows, but once again, her efforts were fruitless.
"Let me go!" Vaggie screamed in between curses in Spanish.
Alastor walked up to Vaggie with his dominant and condescending smirk and said, "No, my dear. You are going to be dressed by my familiars and are expected to be well-behaved today. Now, let's get you into your bathroom so we can get you cleaned up."
Vaggie snarled like a wild animal and tried to lunge at Alastor, but the familiars pulled her back into her room with ease. Before she knew it, Vaggie was shoved into the bathroom and the door was locked behind her.
Realizing there was nothing she could do, Vaggie turned away to use the toilet, take a shower, and take care of all her other needs until the familiars finally let her out.
Once Vaggie emerged from the bathroom in her blue bathrobe and clean pair of underwear she found hanging on the doorknob, the familiars sat Vaggie down in the studio chair summoned in front of her vanity mirror and instantly got to work. One familiar took care of drying her long hair and began to style the long threads of hair. A couple of other familiars began to give Vaggie a manicure and pedicure, filing and painting the nails.
Yet another moved to the wardrobe and began sorting through dresses that Vaggie could wear before selecting one that was awfully familiar to Vaggie. It was that damn dress he made her wear when he sang his disgusting reprise of Charlie's song.
Vaggie instantly recognized the dress from its reflection in the mirror she was looking into, twisted her face into a scowl, and said, "No, not that one!"
The familiars looked disappointed until Alastor appeared behind them and replied, "Yes, that one!"
Vaggie glared angrily at Alastor as she remembered how he had pushed her around when he spoke to Charlie for the first time and how he had even slapped her butt when he was singing...Oh, God...
Just then, Vaggie came to a horrible realization.
"Oh, God," Vaggie said, feeling the bile rise in her throat. "All the times you messed with me were your way of flirting?!"
Alastor smiled happily as he leaned against the wall next to the vanity and said, "So sharp! That is what I love about you! Finding the dots that connect! Of course, I was in denial of my feelings back then…"
"Go fuck yourself," Vaggie interrupted, angrily staring at the wall on the opposite side of the vanity so she would not have to look at Alastor.
Unfortunately, Alastor teleported into Vaggie's line of vision and said, "So bold, my darling. That is another trait I love."
"If your familiars weren't restraining me…" Vaggie snarled.
Alastor chuckled and said, "Vaggie, my love, I only wanted to see how you were doing…"
"Great," Vaggie interrupted sarcastically with an eye roll. "Now, tell me where Angel is or go away."
"But then you wouldn't get breakfast or lunch," Alastor appeared next to the vanity and retorted.
"Okay," Vaggie huffed. "Where's the food then?"
Alastor disappeared again only to show up back in the doorway and replied, "It'll be waiting in the dining room with me. My familiars will escort you there when you're done being all made up."
"Fantastic," Vaggie muttered sarcastically.
"I'll be waiting in the dining room," Alastor sang out merrily before he walked back down the hall, leaving Vaggie to her "pampering."
After what felt like an eternity of preparing with the familiars, Vaggie was finally allowed to go downstairs to join Alastor for brunch. She threw open the doors to the dining room, stomped angrily into the room in her high heels, and waited for him to notice her.
The deer demon looked up from the plate of food he was eating and dropped his fork. His breath was taken away. Vaggie looked every bit as beautiful as she did when he dressed her for the reprise of Charlie's song.
"My dear Vaggie," Alastor said clapping his hands together and holding them against his face as his lips curled into a sweet smile. "You are absolutely breath-taking!"
Vaggie only responded with a scowl and sat down at her spot on the other side of the table.
"Oh, do try the tarts! They're delectable!" Alastor said gesturing to the banquet of food in front of them.
Vaggie was silent as she began serving herself from the various food sets in front of her on her side of the table. Meanwhile, Alastor verbally laid out his plans for the rest of the day.
Vaggie did not pay attention. As she ate, all she could think about was Angel and where Rosie could have taken him.
Alastor quickly caught on to the concerns occupying Vaggie's mind. She had not said a word since she entered the room.
Alastor began asking her questions, but Vaggie only continued to eat as if he hadn't said anything.
Alastor finally sighed in defeat and rang a bell that was sitting next to his plate.
Rosie immediately appeared in the room wearing a work dress with an apron over it.
Vaggie quickly perked up when she saw Rosie walk to the table. From the look of the overlord, she looked like she was busy, terribly busy with Angel.
"Yes, Alastor?" Rosie asked, stopping hallway between Vaggie and Alastor. "Is there something you need?"
Alastor gestured to Vaggie and said, "Vaggie here is quite worried about Angel. Could you tell us how he's doing?"
Vaggie looked at Rosie and listened intently now as she tightly gripped her glass of water.
"Oh, Vaggie. Angel is doing well," Rosie said looking back at Vaggie with a sadistic smile. "He's eating and drinking and using the bathroom as normal. Angel's fit as fiddle. His only problem is that he doesn't like his muzzle…or his straitjacket…"
Vaggie angrily squeezed her glass until it began to crack.
"Or his cage…"
Vaggie had enough. She broke the glass of water she was holding in her right hand causing it to cut through her glove into her hand and making it bleed. Vaggie then grabbed a shard of glass and sprung for Rosie.
Alastor snapped his fingers a a mass of black tentacles wrapped around Vaggie's arms, holding her securely but gently.
Alastor then bolted out of his seat and rushed towards his angry fiancée who was thrashing desperately to escape the tentacles' hold.
"Oh, my dear Vaggie, you're hurt!" Alastor said, his facial features softening in concern. "We must see to that wound right away. Please stay still. It's bleeding."
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Vaggie screamed as she angrily attempted to escape the tentacles that held her arms still.
Alastor summoned a container of an unknown substance and pulled Vaggie's glove off. Rosie rushed over behind him with hand sanitizer for his hands.
After cleaning his hands, Alastor picked up the container, twisted it open, and said, "It is alright, my love. Your hand will be better in no time."
Vaggie snarled and tried to yank her hand away, but the tentacle only moved her hand in front of her where Alastor could reach it.
Alastor chuckled as he dipped his hand into the container and said, ""Really, Vaggie, I am trying to help you. I don't want you to get hurt."
Vaggie glared at Alastor and said, "Unlike Angel…"
"The little blue nose is getting what he deserves," Alastor said while rubbing the container's contents on Vaggie's hand.
Vaggie growled at Alastor angrily as he finished his work.
Alastor smiled happily as he soon as he saw the cut on Vaggie's hand instantly heal and disappear without even leaving a scar.
"There we go," Alastor said, pulling a clean white glove over Vaggie's healed hand. "All better. Now, if we're done eating, let's take care of those last-minute preparations for the auction."
"Do you need me for anything else, Alastor?" Rosie asked.
"That will be all for now, Rosie," Alastor replied. "You can go back to assisting Angel. Don't work too hard. I wouldn't want you to run out of time to prepare yourself for the night."
"You know you don't need to worry for me, dear," Rosie replied merrily as she teleported away.
Alastor allowed Vaggie to pull her hand out of the tentacle's grip. She glared angrily in Alastor's direction as he took her arm and walked her out of the dining room.