Of all the things Alastor knew he was going to do today, having a deal discussion with Charlie that she initiated was definitely not on his list.

"I'm afraid that's not a possibility." Alastor said, his tone somewhat cold.

"And why's that?" Charlie took another step towards him, a step too close for his comfort. He could smell her perfume from where she stood. A light spiced vanilla mixed with a citrus twist, most likely from her shampoo. Even though he much preferred the scent of blood and decaying flesh, this scent had grown on him in an unexpected way. He resisted the urge to take a step back. He couldn't let her know that she was 100% in control of this situation right now.

"Because I'm not the one hiding away making melancholy music am I?" Alastor rebuttled with a smirk on his face. For some reason, this made Charlie's face fall ever so slightly. Did Alastor unknowingly hit a nerve with her?

"No I guess you're not." she mumbled as she made her way back to the piano. She took a seat and before she started to play again she nodded toward the door. "You can leave now."

Alastor stood perplexed. All different possibilities flew through his mind, trying to land on the reason as to why she became upset with him. Usually when he made people upset, he knew why. Hell, he went out of his way to make it happen! This time he was absolutely lost as to what he did. He hated the idea, but he couldn't very well leave her alone to stew in whatever mood he had put her in.

"I can't in good conscious leave you in this state of self loathing without knowing what I said to cause it." Alastor walked back over and sat next to Charlie. "So please enlighten me."

Charlie wiped her eye, trying to will herself to pull it together. Is she seriously showing vulnerability with Alastor again? The last time she did it ended with her making a deal with him that I'm sure will bite her in the ass sooner rather than later. Why did he care how he caused this though? Usually she would expect him to shrug and leave her to her thoughts.

"Why do you care?" Charlie asked through a cracked voice. She could've swore she saw a flash of panic in Alastor's eyes, but it quickly went away.

"I don't particularly. Consider it an opportunity to quench my curiosity." Alastor stared a whole into the piano, not daring to look at her.

"I...I miss Vaggie.." Charlie was able to get out before she put her forehead on the piano keys in front of her, making a very off key sound blare out. Alastor mentally smacked himself for not taking that into account. He had been so hyper focused on his own inner turmoil that he didn't even consider what kind of emotional damage Charlie was dealing with. To be fair to him though, he didn't really care at all up until a few days ago. He basically had to learn how to handle all of these emotions for the first time so naturally he would be a little rusty.

"I take it she's doing well in heaven?" Alastor didn't really know what to say. He definitely wasn't a part of the few people who missed her, that's for sure. Even before these strange feelings for Charlie developed, he enjoyed the fact that one of the only people he hadn't gotten to completely trust him was gone. That only left Husker, but there wasn't a lot Husker could do about it considering that Alastor had him on a very tight leash.

"Yeah, she's doing great. Fantastic really." Charlie hated that she couldn't feel more happy for her girlfriend. Ex girlfriend? Whatever. Vaggie was finally back where she belonged and she was actually warming up to the other angels, thanks to Emily taking care of her and guiding her. She was never supposed to have been down here. Charlie should've never met her. It didn't take the sting from her heart any less but it was all she had to grapple onto.

"Yet you wish for her to be here with you. Seems a little selfish don't you think?" Alastor casually stated. Charlie whirled her head around and felt her hair lick with flames. She stood up and towered over him, forgetting who he was.

"How the fuck would you know anything about what I'm going through? You have no right, Alastor!" Alastor looked up at her, not with fear, but something else. Certainly nothing that indicated that he was worried about his safety. If she didn't know any better, she would think he was admiring her. For some reason, that only made her rage bigger.

"One might think that, but as I said before, just because you see a smile don't think you know what's going on underneath." Alastor tried to stay at a level tone to try and calm Charlie down. He knows that he clearly set her off and now he really couldn't leave.

"Oh, so you know what it's like to lose something you love?" Charlie practically spat out.

"Perhaps I do and perhaps I don't but that is not something I care to share with anyone. Especially not a hot headed princess who clearly can't control her emotions any better than a child."

Alastor quickly realized that he would have to work harder at being more sensitive.

The flames shooting from Charlie's hair were extinguished almost immediately, her horns that had risen up quickly died down. She was back to normal, her glassy eyes threatening to waterfall onto Alastor's own face.

"Wait. Have you lost someone?" Charlie's voice lost it's base and was replaced with her normal sweet tone. Alastor tried to figure out how to backpedal out of this as he stood up to once again make his way to the door. It would be better to storm out having Charlie believe him to be upset with her, rather than to share that story with her. With anyone really.

"Alastor!" Charlie called out. Alastor had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't say anything as he left swiftly, closing the door behind him a bit too forcefully. He tasted blood and even had it dripping off his lip. He lapped at it, not wanting it to drip onto his attire. He was able to make it to his room before he could let out the breath he had been holding. He had time to sit on his couch in front of his fireplace for a mere few minutes before Charlie burst through his door.

"No, please Charlie, do come in and take a seat." He said sarcastically, his eyes never leaving the fire. Damn her for being so stubborn. One of the many things he enjoyed yet despised about her.

"I opened up to you, now it's your turn." Charlie stood between him and the flames, leaving him no choice but to look at her.

"I don't see why that is necessary. Stories of the past don't bring the ghosts back to life, my dear." Alastor mused politely. He had to try to be delicate whilst rejecting her foolish flights of fancy. Even though it was her that was invading his personal space.

"It might help for you to talk about it." Charlie took a seat next to Alastor, their thighs nearly touching. Alastor couldn't help but notice this and felt his stomach turn. Those feelings and thoughts were threatening to come up again and he could not have that happen right now. Especially right now.

"I can assure you, it wouldn't. Leave the past where it belongs." Alastor needed her to leave. He could absolutely let his inner demon come out and just scare her away, but some nagging part of him stopped him from doing so.

"Please Alastor?" He decided to take a chance and risk a glance at her, his head never moving.

Oh Satan no.

"For me?" Charlie asked sweetly. Alastor felt his heart actually swell up and it was painful. He would fully believe for it to be cracking his ribcage. He gritted his teeth and prepared himself because this was going to be a hell of a story. This might be the story that makes Charlie afraid of him.

"Which would you like to know first, how I murdered my father or how I watched him murder my mother?"