Ch 15

Scarlett was relaxing in her bed the next day. Five days left until the others returned and she was starting to try and come up with ideas on how to evade Angel's questions. She hasn't seen Alastor since last night at dinner. He told her that he would be going out today, so she took the opportunity to rest. She explored the hotel a little in the morning and decided to red the rest of the day. When evening came, she found herself staring in the kitchen refrigerator, looking for something to eat. She really wanted pasta, but she didn't know how to cook. So here she was, sitting on the kitchen counter reading the back of the pasta box to figure out how to cook spaghetti with meat sauce.

"The counter is for food fawn," Scarlett looked up as Alastor entered the kitchen, giving her a disapproving look. She rolled her eyes but hopped off the counter anyways. She walked up to him and held the box of spaghetti up to his face, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. It was a very childish thing to do, but it always worked with Jason.

"I want spaghetti with meat sauce." She said and Alastor placed a hand on the box and pushed it away from his face.

"Well my dear," he said, "you're a grown woman. Cook for yourself." Scarlett pressed her lips together as she looked down at the box. Alastor wasn't Jason, of course her puppy eyes wouldn't work on him.

"I don't know how." She muttered quietly, "I can't cook."

"Tell me how you survived this long fawn." Alastor asked and she huffed.

"I order take out," she admitted, "I'm also trained to go long periods without eating."

"Hm." She didn't look up at Alastor at the sound he made, "well I suppose I can help." He said and she smiled at him. He placed a finger under her chin and leaned closer to her.

"You will still do all the work fawn," he said making her pout a little.

"Fine." She muttered.

"My dear," Alastor scolded forty minutes later as he threw out burnt pasta, "I have never met someone who could set pasta on fire as it's in boiling water."

"Well, the flame from the stove it to blame!" Scarlett argued then quickly rushed over to the sauce that was bubbling and splattering everywhere.

"Ouch!" she hissed when a large drop landed on her arm before she managed to cover the pot. Alastor was behind her and turned down the flame under the pot while grabbing her arm in his free hand. He licked off the sauced from her arm and her heart fluttered a little.

"Did you put in the basil?" he asked, and she blinked at him.

"The what?" she asked and he sighed.

"An utter disaster." He muttered and moved away from her. Scarlett crossed her arms and leaned on the counter where he moved to. She watched as he started chopping up herbes and an onion. He put the ingredients in the pot before adding the meat and started a new batch of spaghetti.

"I have never seen someone fail so spectacularly in the kitchen before." Alastor said as he turned to look at her. Scarlett shrugged at his comment.

"Hey, I'm an assassin not a chef." She replied and he smiled while walking up to her.

"My little assassin," he placed a finger under her chin and leaned down to be closer to her, "I suppose I'll have to have you help me more in the kitchen to teach you how to survive."

"I'm surviving just fine." She replied.

"Hm." He pulled away, "for now."

"Well despite your chaos," Alastor said as he set her plate in front of her while she sat in the dining room, "I managed to salvage this meal."

"Thanks." She muttered and took a bite while he sat in the end chair, next to her. A book appeared in his hand and he leaned back in the set, crossing one leg over the other while his red coffee cup appeared in his free hand. They sat in silence at the dining room table while she ate and he read. When she was done, she went to the kitchen to clean up before heading back out into the lobby.

"Thank you for helping me cook," she said, "well actually, for cooking me dinner. It was good." She walked away then and went back to her room before he could respond. She really hated being venerable, especially around others. She took a long shower, trying to distract her racing thoughts. After patting her hair dry, she wrapped a towel around her and walked out into her bedroom. She paused when her eyes landed on Alastor who was lying on her bed on his back and playing with her hidden wrist blade.

"Stop that!" she hissed as she snatched the weapon from him, "you'll break it."

"It is a very intriguing weapon," he smiled as she placed it on her side table. He sat up then, moving to sit cross legged on her bed. He rested his elbow on one leg and his head against that hand.

"And it's fragile." She muttered as she adjusted the towel wrapped around her.

"Is this blade fragile as well?" he asked while holding her dagger in his free hand. She glared at him and moved onto the bed to grab it from him and he pulled it out of her reach, making her crawl further onto the bed.

"It's sharp!" she snapped, "I'm sure you remember that."

Alastor laughed as he moved to sit on his knees and hold the dagger up and further out of her reach. She moved to grab it, resisting the urge to touch him in the process. She let out a small yelp when her towel was pulled off her and she was suddenly lying on her back on the bed. She glared up at Alastor as he moved to rest his knees on either side of her waist while twirling the blade in his hand. She covered her breasts out of instinct as he chuckled a little.

"What?" she snapped, and her wrists were suddenly being restrained above her head. She froze when he moved the tip of the dagger up her body while moving to hover over her.

"I do remember how sharp your blade is fawn," he said, "don't think I am not still upset about you winning that game. I underestimated just how lethal and well trained you are, something I will not do again."

"Well," she shrugged, "if I were to give away my soul, at least I can say that the demon who got it earned it." Alastor chuckled as he put the dagger back on the side table before moving to nip at her neck.

"You will give me your soul," he said in her ear, "I always get what I want fawn."

"There's a first time for everything." She muttered as he pulled off his tie and covered her eyes.

"Your confidence is admirable," Alastor chuckled and she shivered as one of his hands moved down her body, his claws lightly gliding across her skin. She was going to respond, but his mouth on hers made it hard to.

"Little fawn," he pulled away and she could hear him removing his clothes, "I've had a rather irritating day and was unable to let off steam on my way back to the hotel. Unfortunately, demons avoided me so I could not kill anything on my way here." he muttered.

"Well I'm not volunteering." She huffed and he chuckled before nipping her neck.

"Of course not," he said, "but I do hope you can indulge me. Your pain tolerance is quite high."

"And?" she challenged while he moved a hand to her hip and she let out a small moan when he entered her.

"And I do wish to inflict some pain." He admitted with a small groan, "rest assured, that I will heal all your wounds." Scarlett gasped when he started to rock his hips into her.

"Do I have a choice?" she breathed out as he moved slowly.

"I would not be asking if you didn't fawn," he said, "you may say no." Scarlett pressed her lips together in thought. She remembered what Alastor had told her yesterday about his parents. He may be a killer, but it was clear to her that he did have a line he would not cross. Probably as a result of hearing what his father did to his mother.

"Do you expect me to scream?" she asked, "because screaming from pain has been beaten out of me." Alastor chuckled into her neck, and he gave an extra hard push that made her eyes roll back.

"I expect to get some reaction out of you fawn." He said and she sighed. She was really going to regret this later.

"I suppose I owe you for dinner." She muttered and felt his claws dig into her hip a little.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, clearly seeking absolute confirmation from her.

"Yes." She replied then gasped when his claws from the hand behind her back scratched down her back.

"Endure this for a couple hours fawn," Alastor nipped at her ear, "and I'll tell you more about my life." She didn't get a chance to respond thanks to his lips on hers. She inwardly flinched when his claws dug into her hips and he started moving at a ruthless pace.

"Ouch." Scarlett muttered as her blood dripped onto her bed while Alastor moved behind her. She was supported on her knees and arms while he hand one hand wrapped around her neck, his claws slightly piercing her skin. His free hand dug into her inner thigh as he moved her legs further apart. He sure did a good job at inflicting a lot of pain in the past hour and a half. It was almost as bad as when she was a child, but his occasional gentle touches and him licking at her wounds was the only thing that separated the experience.

"Your blood is everywhere fawn," Alastor groaned in her ear, "it's truly lovely." Scarlett huffed before gasping when she was flipped back onto her back. He was on her again, moving at a slow, but powerful pace.

"Very little cries of pain," Alastor said in her ear as his claws ran down her back again, making her gasp.

"Ah," he purred, "there's a response." Her eyes rolled back as he gave a harsh push and a cry left her lips when his claws dug into her thighs, she was pretty sure he got down to the bone this time.

"There it is." He chuckled and pushed again, the movement making his claws dig into her thighs more and this time she let out a whimper in pain, pulling at her restraints.

"Beautiful." He hummed before starting to move faster. Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut at the pain. Her body broke out into a sweat and she started to feel nauseous as the pain radiated from her thighs while his claws dug in deeper.

"Just a little longer fawn." He groaned into her ear before biting down on her shoulder.

"Please stop." she finally gasped out after another five minutes. She didn't expect him to listen, so she was completely shocked when he pulled his claws away, never breaking pace as he did so. He bit down a little harder on her neck while wrapping one arm around her back and massaging her waist with his thumb from his free hand. She let out a small cry when she finally came and he followed with a groan that vibrated in his chest. She breathed deeply while he licked at the wound on her neck in an almost soothing way.

"Satisfied?" she managed to ask when he pulled away from her to dress. Her wrists were freed and she blinked up at him when he removed his tie from her eyes. She watched as he draped the tie over his neck as he sat on the edge of the bed while moving to lick up her blood off the claws of his free hand.

"Dear fawn," he said as he looked down at her, blood smeared on his lips, "you are truly one of a kind. I can't wait to get my hands on your soul." She rolled her eyes as she tried to sit up, feeling nauseous again from the pain.

"I don't even have the energy to argue with you." She muttered and gasped when he pulled her out of bed and carried her into her bathroom.

"Shit." She muttered as she sat on the edge of the bathtub while Alastor cleaned off her blood and healed her wounds. His long jacket was off and he hand rolled up his sleeved past his elbows.

"Please refrain from such language dear," he scolded, and she huffed. Once all her wounds were healed and her blood was cleaned off, he filled the tub with hot water and bubbles. She sank down into the tub, too tired to argue with him. Alastor sat on the edge of the tub where her legs were, resting his back against the wall while he bent one leg and rested on the thick edge of the tub and the other dangled off the edge. She watched as he pulled a cigarette out of his vest pocked and used a gold lighter to lit it, even though he could probably do that with his powers.

"Inside, really?" she scolded, and he smiled while moving the cigarette to his lips, not looking over at her. She really hated how attractive he looked while smoking and she sank down into the water to hide her blush.

"My mother hated smoking," he said after a minute of silence, "so I kept the habit hidden away in my broadcast station or when I went out on the town."

"Well she was just looking out for you health." Scarlett muttered and he chuckled while moving the cigarette back to his lips, curling his finger in as he did so.

"Then she was far ahead of her time," he said, "no one knew how bad smoking was back then. No, she just hated the smell, I suppose it reminded her of father."

"Understandable." Scarlett said as she moved to rest her arms on the edge of the tub and her chin in that arm. They fell into silence for awhile before she finally got out and wrapped a towel around her. Alastor didn't move from his spot as he put the cigarette back to his lips, watching her while she dressed.

"Did she," Scarlett started to asked once she was dressed and turned to face Alastor. He tilted his head and blew out some smoke while resting his free hand on his bent knee. His fingers on that hand twitched when she started to ask her question, making her stop.

"Yes?" he challenged, and she looked away.

"Never mind." she muttered. He moved then, trapping her between him and the counter with one arm placed on the counter.

"Ask little fawn," he said, moving closer to her and she backed away. Her back pressed into the counter, and she rested her hands on it to stop herself from pushing him away. He smiled down at her as he brought the cigarette to his lips again, his eyes never leaving hers. She pressed her lips together before taking a breath.

"Did your mother ever know about what you did?" she dared to ask, and he smiled, the smoke escaping his lips while the green glow appeared around him.

"And there it is," he said, blowing out the rest of the smoke.

"No," he finally responded as he looked away to tap the ash from his cigarette off into the sink next to them before bringing it back to his lips.

"You see little fawn," he continued, lifting her up to sit on the counter and moving between her legs. He rested his hands on the counter by hers, the cigarette still between his fingers as he leaned closer to her. "I was, am, very good at hiding what I want to from others. My mother never once suspected me of my father's murder or any other murder. To her, I was a kindhearted boy who found success in radio."

"She never questioned when you never, you know, dated?" Scarlett asked and he slipped his cigarette to her, letting her take a puff.

"I indulged her when she would try and set me up with women," Alastor replied, tapping his claws on the counter, "such annoying women too. Only one date and they would try to cling to me. It was rather hard to resist slicing their throats after those dates." Scarlett let out a small chuckle, smoke coming out of her lips.

"Well, you must have been quite the bachelor." She teased and he grabbed the cigarette back from her, giving a small laugh as he took another puff.

"Anything else fawn?" he asked, and she blinked at him. When he told her earlier that he would tell her more about himself, she didn't think he would actually go through with it. Yet here he was, letting her ask questions.

"Appease the journalist in me," she said, "tell me about the murders." Alastor laughed as he stepped away from her.

"So many fawn," he said, "narrow it down for me. I'll tell you about one." He tapped the tip of his claw to her nose at the end of his sentence.

"Tell me about the first one then." She said.

"Hm." He placed the cigarette to his lips, "the boring one huh? To be honest with you, that one was more out of pure annoyance than starting the chase with the police. I had been planning out who would be my first victim. But those arguing farmers, you could hear their shouting all the way to my radio station. Always interrupting my thoughts. And then they started using guns and other noisy instruments to annoy one another. Such children." Alastor rolled his eyes while taking off his monocle and cleaning it on his sleeve.

"So you just got annoyed?" She raised an eyebrow, and he put is monocle back on while smiling.

"Yes," he replied, "when that one farmer went hunting, I took the opportunity to dispose of him. As predicted the police suspected the other farmer. I let them chase that lead for a while. Like dogs chasing their tails."

"Now then," he continued, putting out his cigarette after taking one last puff. "One more question for the night fawn, make it count." He had walked back up to her and settled between her legs, resting his hands on the counter. Scarlett looked down, as she thought. Not wanting to go to bed yet, knowing her nightmares would come back.

"You don't want me asking my burning question," she said, "so how about a request instead?"

"A little negotiator," he hummed, "very well I will indulge you, so long as you don't ask to touch me." Scarlett smiled a little, already knowing that would be his condition. She stared at his chest before taking a small breath.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she finally asked and there was a beat of silence. He placed a finger under her chin to make her look up at him.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, "for me to chase away those nightmares?" She bit her lip before nodding a little making him chuckle.

"Very well." He said to her shock. She blinked in surprise as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to the bedroom. With the snap of his fingers, there were new sheets and blankets on her bed.

"You truly are a stubborn fawn." He muttered to himself as she got under the covers while he took off his vest and monocle. He crawled in behind her and wrapped one arm around her, trapping her arm to her chest as her other rested under the pillow.

"Sleep now fawn." He said before slipping a leg between hers and nuzzling into her hair