She doesn't know exactly where she is wandering off too. Not knowing the streets or turns. Not even paying that much attention. Cattaleya just needed to be outside for a while. To breathe. To be out of there. She hates to admit it, but those words, they had hurted more than the knife that had slid her throat.

Who said we are friends

Has she been a fool to actually consider them friends? Consider them family even? A part of her rational mind knows she should let it slide, ignore it, shake it off. Feelings like these are useless. But they cling to her anyway. Perhaps she should be even more rational and think about why Angel exploded after her protecting him. He did say something about repercussions…

She sighs, wondering if she did indeed push him down a shit hole. She had just reacted, the need to protect never had been this strong because… She never had anything to protect before. Never before had she given a rat's ass about anyone or anything. It didn't matter who died, who lived, if she helped or if she didn't. She never had cared. But she does now. She cares about this life. She cares about the people she has gotten to know. It feels… Terrifying to now have something to protect. And to lose.

She grips her jacket more closed. She doesn't want to lose this. She should head back. They might be worried, she thinks. Probably. Well, Husker at the least.

With some more trouble than she likes to admit, she finds her way back to the club, and luckily with a charming smile, the bouncer recognizes her and lets her back in so she wouldn't have to get in the back of the line. The club is still filled to the brim and she glides her way through where they had been sitting. Everyone gone. But their drinks are still there. Just like Angel's jacket. So she suppose they are still around somewhere. With an uncomfortable grimace she sits down, going to wait for them to return. That's okay. She should wait. They probably wouldn't leave without her. She thinks…

The longer it takes, the more anxious she becomes. Noticing stares once more all over her. This time, she is without a buffer. Perhaps she should just head back to the Hotel. It is big and visible enough for her to just navigate her way through the streets she believes. To calm her nerves, she grabs her glass of water that had still been there and downs it all in one go before leaving the club once more.

Cattaleya is only down two streets when her head begins to feel fuzzy. With a frown she shakes her head, thinking it might have just been the pressure and lights from the club giving her a headache. But it gets worse. Rapidly so. Her vision is spinning and her legs feel wobbly. She leans her hand against a wall and grabs her head. What in the- Her eyes widen. The water. Drugged. It had been drugged. No one had been there to watch the abandoned drinks. The possibility and opportunity obvious. For fuck's sake how stupid-

She grits her teeth and her own foolishness. And she forces herself to step forward. Step by step. Pushing through. She should have been more careful. She should not have let emotions guide her. She has been so stupid this entire time. Like a child. She shouldn't have gone in the first place. She-

Darkness takes her vision as she collapses to the ground.

Each minute that passes has his anxiousness increase as Alastor waits, impatiently, at the bar of the Hotel with a glass of whiskey in his claw. Nothing helps to calm his rattling nerves. Not knowing where she exactly is. How she is doing. What is going on. Fuck, he should have gone with her. Because this is maddening. He feels like tearing apart the Hotel brick by brick to blow off steam. She said she wouldn't be home late. But how late is not late for her? They should have discussed a time because this is killing him a second time around.

When the front door opens he practically jumps up. Arms behind his back as he grins widely, heart beating out of his chest out of pure anticipation.

Husker looks grumpy, Cherry annoyed, Sir pentious uncomfortable, Angel tired and Cattaleya…. Is not present.

It takes all of his restraint to not lash out immediately. Instead he slowly asks, radio static filling the room as his antlers ache to grow. "Where is Cattaleya?"

A dead cold silence fills the room as they all look at eachother, rising panic and surprise sizzling through the room. "Did she… Not return already?" Husker asks slowly. They all had suspected her to have gone back to the Hotel on her own as she had actually been gone for an hour before they decided to leave as well.

An ominous glow of green and shadows start filling the room as Alastor's eyes turn manic. "What do you mean with that, dear Husker?" It does not go unnoticed by the wired Radio Demon that everyone glances at Angel, whose arms are hugging himself with a guilt ridden expression on his face. "Or do you care to elaborate, Angel."

Angel flinches visibly in fear as he looks anywhere except for the Radio Demon. "I-It wasn't on purpose, alright. We got into an argument after she actually did some good shit but I was afraid Valentino would-" He actually yelps as he gets snatched off of the ground by his collar, luckily not his neck, terrified as he stares into Alastor's full Radio crazed face. His feet dangle high above the ground as Alastor had grown in size rapdily.

"Where is she?!"

"I don't know! She walked away! Out! We thought she was going back to the Hotel!" Angel screams out, hyperventilating as tears fill his eyes.

Horrific laughter that cracks with the radio filter, fills the room. "Oh Angel, are you truly telling me that my dear sweetheart is walking the streets of Hell alone in the dead of night when looking like a snack that could be ravished by any sinner that sets his eyes on her." Now, he does grab the arachnid's neck, choking him.

"Alastor, we're going out to find her! She can't be far, she might have gone back to the club." Husker jumps in to prevent the demon from snapping his neck. He regrets it the moment Alastor's eyes focus on him now instead.

With a simple flick of his wrist, Alastor throws Angel to the side against the ground. He leans down from his towering height to face Husker. "I do recall you ensuring me that you would keep an eye out for her, keep her out of trouble, hmn?" Husky visibly shakes as Alastor yanks on the now visible chain around his neck. "You are such an incapable useless lot. It is nearly hilarious!" He yanks again, throwing Husker against the wall with such force it makes the Hotel shake. "I'll go find her myself, and when I return, I will deal with all of you." He threatens before shadows engulf him and he disappears. Out for blood.

Cattaleya doesn't sputter, doesn't gasp for air or flinches in surprise as ice cold waters are dumped on her, waking her from her unconscious state. Slowly she opens her eyes and leers up through her eyelids. The filthy moth demon is grinning widely down at her, standing next to a man she has not seen in the flesh before. Neat blue suit with a tv for a head. She has never met the demon but he is well known through hell. Vox. An Overlord. He is grinning down at her as well, bouncing slightly in some sick ecstatic joy. She lifts her head as she narrows her eyes.

"For symbolic purposes I should have actually put you in a cage but this is also a sight to see!"

She raises one eyebrow at that stupid form of mockery as she flexes her hands and feet. Tied. Both legs, both hands. Robe. To a chair. Nothing around her waist or wings. Nothing to cover her mouth or eyes. They deem her harmless enough for it. But… She takes in her surroundings. Many demons with guns and weapons present. Armed to the teeth. She looks out the window to see them high up in a penthouse. They are prepared. But not for her.

"To believe Alastor would let his birdy fly so freely." Vox walks closer with his hands on his hips as he leans down, face to face with her. "How stupid of him! We easily snatched, you, up!" He stands back straight and laughs. "Oh, what should we do with you as we wait? I mean, I don't like waiting that much and each second that that prick takes to arrive annoys me so that should be punished!" Cattaleya tries to push back her grin as she shakes her head. It apparently ticks him off. "What are you grinning about?"

"It is adorable to see that you think 27 demons with guns can harm Alastor."

"Oh no darling." He actually has the nerve to put his filthy hand on her, caressing her cheek before squeezing them together. "He is going to succumb to my demands willingly or will see the life be beaten out of you. He is going to forsake all his powers, hand them to me, if he wants you to live. Let us find out what he cares more about! You or his status as an Overlord." Okay, that does it. Cattaleya actually begins to laugh, which has Vox take a step back. "What, are you missing a few screws up there or what?" He asks, a bit disturbed, put off by her loud laughter.

"No. Not at all. I'm just a bit amused that you think it will actually work."

"Oh, it will. I have finally found a weak spot in his armor. And you are it." Again, she raises an eyebrow and actually smiles. It ticks him the wrong way again. "You really are bold for someone tied to a chair, kidnapped, drugged, soon to be tortured."

"You are bold as well. To only tie me up with regular robes." She wiggles a bit to emphasize her point. "Really, I'll be home again before Alastor actually realizes in what kind of situation I have found myself in. But, I have had a long night already and I think I do want to give him the satisfaction of taking care of you himself."

Vox laughs as if she just told a joke, Cattaleya just keeps smiling as she looks around a bit more. It is a nice penthouse. With lots of loose stuff she could utilize as a makeshift weapon. She has never actually felt this relaxed before after being taken somewhere. Vox operates like a wanna be villain and if not for her own stupid mistake, he never would have gotten her. She can tell the difference between pitiful fights and actual lethal evil. Well, she can sit this out till Alastor arrives.

"Why wait, let's torture her already. Pluck those feathers. Make her scream and cry. I want to see her shaking and whining." Valentino moans impatiently.

"Are you upset that I threatened your small manhood?"

Valentino cusses in a language she doesn't recognize, European surely, as his face flares up and he moves to stand behind her. "I will fucking pluck you myself."

He tears a handful of feathers out of her wing. The robe snaps.

Alastor stands in front of the main building of the Vees, if looks could do harm, the whole building would have exploded already. But he should keep the construction intact. For now. He will see what he all will demolish after getting his darling to safety. He is going to make them suffer. Slowly. Painfully. For a very long time. And oh he is going to enjoy it. Revel in it. Aah how he will-

Sounds of glass breaking captures his attention as he looks all the way up to the highest floor, seeing shattered glass and a body falling towards demise. Alastor takes a single step to the left as the demon splatters flat on the ground, a few unfortunate drops of blood speckling his shoes and pants. "Hmn?" He raises an eyebrow. Tentacles of black materialized shadows appear out of his back and push him up towards the penthouse, stepping in through the freshly made hole in the window. What he witnesses thrills his inner killer.

She is like a flurry of white as she tears with her nails through the demons, who had stopped trying to defeat her minutes ago and now are desperately fleeing for their wretched lives. One desperately tries to shoot her but she dodges the bullets with ease and actually breaks off the nuzzle of the gun, jamming it into the demon's mouth before slamming him to the side with her wing, making him crash through a wall. She breaks the leg off a chair and throws it as a miniature javelin, hitting an other fleeing soul through the throat. One bravely foolish demon with a large hammer gets into her range, swinging his hammer high up. With a raised eyebrow, the tips of her feathers turn to steel and she takes a step forward, twirling on her spot and using her wings to slice his flesh to shreds. The demon falls to his knees in utter horror and pain till she grabs his head and snaps his neck. Shaking her wings to get the blood a bit off.

She hadn't even noticed Alastor's presence yet. But oh how he notices her. How he sees her. That entity that she had been hiding. That ferocious warrior with illuminating stone blue eyes. They shine with light. They actually shine. When the room is quiet, when everyone is either dead or managed to flee, is when Alastor speaks up. "Oh darling, you are a sight to see." It comes out as a pur.

This actually seems to pull her out of her murderous trance as Cattaleya blinks a few times, eyes normal once more, and looks around. She surely made a mess. Blood and gore decorating all the corners of the room. Normally she works cleaner… Her face distorts uncomfortably, wondering how much he had actually seen. Almost feeling a bit ashamed. But then she feels his hand on her cheek, forcing her to look up at his smile, nothing short of pure raw adoration in his eyes. "Are you unharmed?"

She opens her mouth to answer till she sees a leg sticking out from under the couch. Alastor follows her line of sight and grins. "Looks like we still have some roaches to exterminate." With a forceful flick of his wrist, a shadow tendril flings the couch out of the window, revealing the two cowering Overlords. "Not a very creative place to be hiding now is it? But I suppose I would expect nothing more intelligent from your lack of brain cells." He mocks as both Overlords actually shimmy over the ground backwards till their backs hit the wall. "Now tell me, my dear-" Alastor walks menacingly closer, the room slowly turns darker as his nails lengthen. "-, did one of these insignificant creatures dared lay a hand on you?"

"Both actually. Though that one plucked out some feathers." She says as she points at Valentino who pales to near white.

"Did he?" The Radio static overrides his voice completely as dials appear in his eyes, slowly growing in size as his antlers begin touching the roof. "Then I should probably teach them a lesson about what happens when anyone touches anything that is mine."

The two Overlords are frozen in fear and shock when suddenly Cattaleya moves to stand in between them and the raging Radio demon, holding out her wings to block him. "We're done here, Alastor."

His laughter hurts her ears but she stands her ground, even when he leans down into her face. "Why would you even assume something so delirious? They have not even whitered in excruciating pain yet."

A part of her, could let him do whatever he pleases. Tear through these demons like she had just done to many others mere minutes before. But this is different. This is an Overlord finishing two others. And she might not know much about demon politics yet but it might lead to some trouble in any way shape or form for him. So she is not going to allow it. "I am sure they have thoroughly learned their lesson." She glances back to the two men, clinging to each other, nodding furiously. "They are not worth getting into more trouble for."

"You are." Those two simple words carry such a deep layer of something more that it has her flushed. Softly she smiles and actually reaches out, and caresses his cheek, not even hesitating for a second or flinching away from his full nightmare fueling demonic form.

"Thank you. That makes me really happy to hear." His eyes immediately mellow down lightly, only for her to see or recognize. "But really, I am fine. I am tired and… I just want to go home."

The shadows vanish, and his demonic features withdraw back to the Alastor she knows, his hand covering the one she still holds on his cheek. "Then we go home." He says, but not without doing a little bit of harm, the cane appearing in his other hand as he stabs past Cattaleya to hit Vox in his screen, cracking it. Which has the tv glitching and cussing. "Just a friendly reminder to never ever dare do something like this again! You both should count your lucky stars that my dear Cattaleya is tremendously more forgiving than I am. Though next time, I will not listen to her~." He sings out as he wraps an arm around Cattaleya's waist and guides her to the window.

She frowns for a second but before she can ask a thing he suddenly lifts her up and jumps out, she yelps in utter shock and clings to him hard before he suddenly uses his shadows to slow down their descent, making them land nice and softly on the ground. She narrows her eyes a bit at him with a smile but he merely replies with a smirk. Insufferable bastard.

Alastor starts walking, not letting her go out of his bridal carry as they head towards the hotel. After some streets she gets fidgety though. "I can walk."

"I am sure you can."

"... Can I please walk myself?"

He looks down to see a look on her face that puzzles him, not sure what it means, and decides to listen instead of jab, putting her down.

She gives him one grateful smile but as soon as he looks away it drops. Pensive and… upset. This whole night has become a disaster. Instead of having a good time out she got aggressive towards Cherry, made a scene with Valentino, got into a fight with Angel because of that, stormed off, got drugged, kidnapped, slaughtered through 2 dozen demons and may have almost gotten Alastor into deep trouble. And it is not like she truly had enjoyed any of the night life in the club. All those stares roaming over her had made her feel filthy. The drink was nice. Husker had been kind. But that is literally the only few positive things of the evening. She shouldn't have gone. She should have been wiser. Sharper. Now, she finds herself being a fool for letting her guard down and pained by the words Angel had edged into her mind. Perhaps she should not let her guard down again. Perhaps that will stop her from getting emotional or irrational or anything at all. She could go back to that void if she wishes to. Having things to lose is…

"Dear-" She snaps her attention to Alastor, who's smile is tight and worried. "- are you truly alright?" He asks, having seen her face flitter with pained emotions.

She closes her eyes for a brief moment and takes a deep breath. "I have been so stupid, Alastor. This whole ordeal…It could have been prevented. I shouldn't have gone… I just made such a mess of things and I…" She laughs as she shakes her head. "I didn't even enjoy any of it. I only managed to get myself into uncomfortable situations and got myself hurt along the way." His eyes immediately flicker over her body. "Not in that way…"

"Angel did mention some arguing?"

She grimaces as he probed. "Yeah… I think it was my fault. I saw him get punched and I jumped in. I just… I thought I should go help a friend. Protect him. But I think in the end I only made things worse… It's really just so so stupid." She suddenly sits down on the curb of the street with her head in her hands. "I am normally not this unguarded. I don't make mistakes. And I…" She sighs deeply as she faces her head back up, hands running over her hair and ending in her neck. "I wonder if I should just return to who I was. She never got hurt. She blocked the world out. She never had anything to fear nor to lose…"

Alastor is quiet for a while, uncertain what to say or how to truly console her. So he hopes he does right when he holds out his hand for her. "It would be a shame to lose this Cattaleya. Why else do you think I made such theatrics to get you back?"

"Because a good assistant is hard to find?"

He laughs at the joke shortly before looking down at her with that same look he had given her before. Adoration. "Definitely! But I…" He swallows once before admitting to what had been fueling him. "Was really worried I might actually lose you." It has her eyes water for some reason. Instead of accepting his hand, she shoots up, flinging her arms around his neck in a tight embrace. He returns the sentiment fully. Neither knows how long they have been just standing there when Alastor slightly adjusts his hold and stands up straight making her feet dangle off the ground and he actually begins, albeit a bit clumsy, making his way down the streets while carrying her like that. Her giggling follows them the three blocks long before they decide that such a walk would take eternity. Not that they would have minded.

It is early in the morning hours when they step into the Hotel, all residents have been awake and anxiously waiting for their return. So when they enter they get almost swarmed, much to Alastor's annoyance. Eyes twitching and fingers cracking.

"Oh Catty I am so relieved to see you being alright!" Charlie chimes, actual tears of relief and worry in her eyes.

"Well, I wouldn't say alright." Alastor cuts through sharply. Simmering anger returns as he smiles tightly. He had not forgotten who had been the cause of all this. "I found her. Surely I did. But I found her in the hands of Vox and Valentino. In their penthouse. Drugged and taken there for her to be tortured." All their faces pale in shock and Charlie moves forward but Alastor holds out his cane, not letting anyone touch Cattaleya. "Thankfully, Cattaleya is a highly capable woman who, before my arrival, managed to release herself before any actual harm could be done and slaughtered a few here and there but she has been lucky, extremely lucky, that they had not decided to defile her in her drug induced state." He seethes out, eyes blazing on none other than Angeldust who cowers backwards in fear and shame. "All because you decided to take her to a disgusting club where the lowest of the filth reside. All because you had the need to dolly her up to a point even a sinner would feel shy. All because you decided to pick a fight after she protected you and left her to go wander off on her own." He flexes his claws in front of him as he takes a few steps forward, Vaggie and Husker on high alert, waiting to see if they would have to physically jump in.

Though Cattaleya diffuses the situation, actually intertwining her hand in his uphold claw. "It's not fair to put the blame on him.-" He opens his mouth to protest. "- It has been an unfortunate mixture of events. I could have acted and handled things differently as well. It just escalated."

"My dear, I am just making it extremely clear that something like this is never going to happen again. That there will be repercussions next time they put you in harm's way." He snarls towards the others but then she remembers his words.

She steps in front of him and cups his cheeks. Gently she guides his head down, his neck heating up, as she connects her forehead with his. Whispers for only him to hear. "I know you were scared. But that is no reason to act irrational against them now. They already feel bad enough."

Alastor visibly deflates, called out on the truth behind his lashing out. He wraps his arms around her and closes his eyes for a second to ground himself, telling himself that she is right. She is here. And she is safe.

When Cattaleya is confident enough he won't bite again, she takes a step back and turns towards the others, giving a short bow. "I am sorry though for how tonight turned out."

Angel shakes his head as he immediately steps in. "It wasn't your fault. I-I-I shouldn't have said what I did. I didn't even mean it! I just- When you-"

"Angel-" His face twists with worry but then she smiles, understanding. "I know. I understand. I might have rushed in too fast, not thinking about the consequences. But I only did it because I never had something I wished to protect so…" She takes a deep breath. "I will think next time. I am sorry. And I don't harbor any bad feelings towards you. I get it."

Angel tears up but refuses to let them drop. "You really are too good for this place, Feathers."

"And you sure you are not wounded?" Charlie asks cautiously, seeing all the blood covering her.

"Hmm? Oh, no. Nothing is mine."

"Damn Alastor, couldn't you have kept it a little bit less messy?" Husker asks while he folds his arms, immediately assuming it has been the splashes of his carnage that has her covered.

"I didn't kill a soul tonight. Not a speck of blood on my claws." They all deadpan and look at Cattaleya who grimaces in an uncomfortable busted way. "Like I said,-" He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her back flush against his chest. "- she is a highly capable woman and has defended herself just fine. If you would all excuse us, it has been quite the night and I am certain Cattaleya could use some rest and a day off. As do I. So I am certain you can all fend for yourself today." With that final say, Alastor gently ushers her to follow him, away for some well needed rest.

He waits patiently, listening to the shower run, for Cattaleya to finish cleaning herself. He had offered to just snap it away but she actually wanted to stand for a while under the warm waters. When she is finished and done though she steps out of the bathroom, wearing a light night gown and tired eyes.

With a soft smile, Alastor opens up the covers for her to crawl in, which she does with a slight groan, nuzzling into the comfort of her pillow. He was about to go back to his chair when she grabs a hold of his coat. "You said you needed some rest as well."

"Knowing and seeing you are safe is rest enough. Go sleep." He says as he tries to pry her hand away from him which only results in her now holding his hand instead of his coat.

"How about you sleep next to me then?" His face reddens at the suggestion. "I mean, I don't mind, we have done that before and… I actually would like it if you could… Hold me."

Oh how could one resist such big begging eyes. He snaps his finger, clothes changed to a cotton red long sleeved pajama, before he takes his place next to her under the sheets. She doesn't wait a second to crawl to him, and he doesn't hesitate to gather her comfortably in his arms. His hand automatically starts caressing her head. "Alastor."

"Hmmn?"

"Thank you for worrying about me."

"Don't make me do that again."