Selena had only slept for a few hours. She got up and prepared for her day. As she went down to the kitchen, she steeled herself for her next encounter. Lately, her friend was pushing her patience and her generally laid back temper. He poked at Charlie's dream and insulted someone in front of her. She knew it was his true nature, but she couldn't help but want to punch him in the face. Yet, she also could understand him. He felt superior to everyone. She knew several people like that when she was alive. The first thing they did was insult everyone around them. However, as much as she understood narcissists, she still would stand up for herself and others. Today, she wouldn't let it stand. She rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen. "Hey, Alastor, do you need any help today?"
"All help will be welcome, my dear! I need someone to prepare a mix for French toast and to slice fruits!" He gave her the recipe for the batter and focused on cooking the eggs and bacon. Today the kitchen was awfully quiet.
"No music today, Alastor?" She mentioned.
"Would you like some music, mon cherie?" Selena nodded. He began to hum the lullaby she sang to Angel last night.
"What the hell. Do you think you are singing?" She grew angry. Her fangs grew longer, and her aura grew darker. "That song. It doesn't belong in the world you're from. So what the hell do you think you're doing humming it?" She tried to focus on the task at hand, but she was mad. He spied on her last night! "Do you get your rocks off spying on people?! On being a fucking stalker?! You son of a bitch!" She was whisking the French toast batter so fast it was flying everywhere.
"Did I not say that if anyone was to hear you sing first, it was to be me?" His aura increased, and his smile grew to abominable lengths.
"And did I not tell you that I'm not your fucking canary?" They both cooked breakfast, but the anger and hatred brewing became tangible. They kept with their tasks. But the kitchen at the Happy Hotel felt like it was a new, more evil ring of Hell. At some point, Selena looked down at the bowl of batter. There was none left. "Fucking dammit, Alastor! Now I have to remake the batter 'cause you fucking made me mad!" She began rewhisking the ingredients together.
The air around them began to darken. Voodoo symbols began to form. Selena's foxfire appeared on their own to protect her from the oncoming threat. The buzzing of static grew louder. Alastor turned off the stove pilots and moved the pans from the hot stove top. He stepped closer to her with his eerily large grin. "I'll tell you one very important thing, dearie: I always get what I want. And I don't take kindly to it when I don't." The static frequency increased. "I don't care if you're my friend, my toy, or my puppet. I didn't make it this far by accepting no for an answer."
"Well, you won't make it any further if you don't take no for an answer. Besides, I don't take kindly to being used or watching others being used against their will. I, also, can't stand bullies. So if you value my friendship in the slightest, BACK OFF. I don't give a flying fuck to what you do outside of the hotel, but if they're my friends, I will make your unlife unbearable." She made sure to keep her temper in check and had finished whisking the batter and slicing the fruits and vegetables. From what Alastor could see, it was a record time. He didn't see her pick up the knife or move the fruits and vegetables into sight, but there they were. Both cut and placed in their respective bowls.
The air around them remained tense, but in a way, had calmed. "You haven't been treating me as your friend, dearie. But as a stranger. You wound me by making such a claim and not keeping to it." Alastor had kept his teeth clenched into his grin. "What happened to Al? Or even your casual talk around me? You never treated me this way before we became friends. And now you gut me. I really can't stand it." He placed a clawed hand on her shoulder and dug into it. Blood began to seep into her clothes.
"Are you seriously being a dick because I distanced myself from you?" She ripped his hand away. His claws tore more into her flesh and left large gashes in her shoulder. Her clothes were ripped and her anger continued to flare. "Perhaps, if you would think before being selfish, I wouldn't have to worry about controlling my temper around you! Which in turn causes me to distance myself to keep me from doing something stupid! Just when I think I'm ready to warm up to you again, you pull some mean and stupid shit again!" She backed away when she felt the floor beneath her crack. "Fuck this!" She vanished in a whisp of violet smoke.
As Alastor finished the remains of breakfast, he couldn't help but find himself… sad? Sad? How pathetic! The great Radio Demon is upset because of a girl! Yet no matter how he tried to calm down and rationalize his behavior to himself, he couldn't help but feel something strange. Just what was it? He would have to talk to Husker later.