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APOLLO CHEVALIER
I carry the old woman in my arms, softly putting her down next to a cop.
"Thank you Savior." The cop thanks, as he consols the crying women.
When I first started saving and helping people I didn't really have a superhero nickname, so the citizens started calling me Savior on their own accord.
They all know my real name since I don't wear a mask, but they also know who I am as a person and who I am as a hero are two different people. Hence why they even made a name for me in the first place.
A sudden feeling of being watched washes over me. I turn around, my eyes instantly finding Alastor standing proud on the burning building. He opens his arms wide, and bows before looking down at me with a smirk.
"Hope you enjoyed the show." His voice whispers in my ear, as he stands almost 200 feet above the ground.
Alastor, his real name, has chosen to keep his identity a secret. Using a mask you would usually see at a masquerade ball to do it. The only reason I know is because he threatened my family if I ever publicized his identity after he whispered it to me. God I hate that bastard.
I glare at him, making sure to pour all my hatred for him out.
My footsteps could be heard through out the abandoned building, not a sound in sight.
"I thought you were meant to lead. Not follow.." Alastor whispers in my ear. I turn around, only to find nothing but air, as was expected.
"You're a different case Alastor." I reply, looking around me as I move in circles.
"God we haven't even had one civil conversation and you're already telling me I'm special? Aw such the romantic you are." This time his voice echoes all around, followed by a haunting chuckle.
"Alastor I'm serious."
"So am I, Darling."
That stupid nickname. I swear he just calls me that because he forgets my name, that or he just loves to torment me. The latter would be fitting, there's a reason citizens call him The Tormentor.
"We need to talk."
"About what? How down bad you are for me?" He finally appears. With a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat and brown and green eyes twinkling with mischief embedded in them. His legs are hung on a rail as he lets him self hang upside down. His eyes never leave mine just as his trademark grin never leaves his face.
"Give me a number."
"What for my darling? If you want my number you'll have to work for it. Don't you think?" He teases, evaporating out of thin air once again.
"Money, Alastor. Give me a number." I correct with a groan. God I hate that I have to do this.
A sigh echoes before he appears not even an inch infront of me, I stagger backwards, unprepared for the lack of personal space.
"I don't like to repeat myself baby. What for." He demands in a threatening tone.
I take a pause, recollecting before I stare straight at his strikingly beautiful eyes.
A beat passes, then another as I contemplate wether or not to go through with this.
"I need your help."
Everything stills around us. My senses become hyper aware of him. Of his eyes. Of his musky burnt wood scent. Of his few freckles on the outskirts of his neck. Of his prominent Addams apple. Of his towering intimidating figure. And lastly his lips. Good god his lips. It's wrong to admire them and wish they were on mine. Yet all I can do is fantasize of what ifs.
A dark seductive chuckle leaves his perfect mouth. "If you keep staring at my lips I might think you'd want to kiss them Darling."
Maybe I do.
"Alastor please. I need your help." I beg as I avert my eyes from him, staring at a blank space in the wall.
Cold harsh skin gently guide my jaw to look back at him.
"I'll offer you a deal."
"I don't make deals with demons." I grit through my teeth.
"What a shame. I thought you wanted my help. Must've overestimated the gravity of whatever is in dire need of my aid." He teases, meeting my harsh gaze with his mischievous ones.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Fine. I'll hear you out."
A proud smirk grows on his chiseled face. "You asked for a number correct?"
"Yes"
"I'll give you a number. But I won't be talking about money."
Confusion hits my head like a train wreck. There's nothing else I could possibly offer him that he doesn't already have, hell he even has the money. "What?"
"Do we have a deal?"
Seeming I have no other options I slowly nod. "We have a deal."
"Good. 10 kisses. Only I get to choose when to claim them."
I carry the old woman in my arms, softly putting her down next to a cop.
"Thank you Savior." The cop thanks, as he consols the crying women.
When I first started saving and helping people I didn't really have a superhero nickname, so the citizens started calling me Savior on their own accord.
They all know my real name since I don't wear a mask, but they also know who I am as a person and who I am as a hero are two different people. Hence why they even made a name for me in the first place.
A sudden feeling of being watched washes over me. I turn around, my eyes instantly finding Alastor standing proud on the burning building. He opens his arms wide, and bows before looking down at me with a smirk.
"Hope you enjoyed the show." His voice whispers in my ear, as he stands almost 200 feet above the ground.
Alastor, his real name, has chosen to keep his identity a secret. Using a mask you would usually see at a masquerade ball to do it. The only reason I know is because he threatened my family if I ever publicized his identity after he whispered it to me. God I hate that bastard.
I glare at him, making sure to pour all my hatred for him out.
My footsteps could be heard through out the abandoned building, not a sound in sight.
"I thought you were meant to lead. Not follow.." Alastor whispers in my ear. I turn around, only to find nothing but air, as was expected.
"You're a different case Alastor." I reply, looking around me as I move in circles.
"God we haven't even had one civil conversation and you're already telling me I'm special? Aw such the romantic you are." This time his voice echoes all around, followed by a haunting chuckle.
"Alastor I'm serious."
"So am I, Darling."
That stupid nickname. I swear he just calls me that because he forgets my name, that or he just loves to torment me. The latter would be fitting, there's a reason citizens call him The Tormentor.
"We need to talk."
"About what? How down bad you are for me?" He finally appears. With a grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat and brown and green eyes twinkling with mischief embedded in them. His legs are hung on a rail as he lets him self hang upside down. His eyes never leave mine just as his trademark grin never leaves his face.
"Give me a number."
"What for my darling? If you want my number you'll have to work for it. Don't you think?" He teases, evaporating out of thin air once again.
"Money, Alastor. Give me a number." I correct with a groan. God I hate that I have to do this.
A sigh echoes before he appears not even an inch infront of me, I stagger backwards, unprepared for the lack of personal space.
"I don't like to repeat myself baby. What for." He demands in a threatening tone.
I take a pause, recollecting before I stare straight at his strikingly beautiful eyes.
A beat passes, then another as I contemplate wether or not to go through with this.
"I need your help."
Everything stills around us. My senses become hyper aware of him. Of his eyes. Of his musky burnt wood scent. Of his few freckles on the outskirts of his neck. Of his prominent Addams apple. Of his towering intimidating figure. And lastly his lips. Good god his lips. It's wrong to admire them and wish they were on mine. Yet all I can do is fantasize of what ifs.
A dark seductive chuckle leaves his perfect mouth. "If you keep staring at my lips I might think you'd want to kiss them Darling."
Maybe I do.
"Alastor please. I need your help." I beg as I avert my eyes from him, staring at a blank space in the wall.
Cold harsh skin gently guide my jaw to look back at him.
"I'll offer you a deal."
"I don't make deals with demons." I grit through my teeth.
"What a shame. I thought you wanted my help. Must've overestimated the gravity of whatever is in dire need of my aid." He teases, meeting my harsh gaze with his mischievous ones.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Fine. I'll hear you out."
A proud smirk grows on his chiseled face. "You asked for a number correct?"
"Yes"
"I'll give you a number. But I won't be talking about money."
Confusion hits my head like a train wreck. There's nothing else I could possibly offer him that he doesn't already have, hell he even has the money. "What?"
"Do we have a deal?"
Seeming I have no other options I slowly nod. "We have a deal."
"Good. 10 kisses. Only I get to choose when to claim them."
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