The Tormentor and his Savior (Hero x Villain) (bxb) (short story) - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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ALASTOR MORNINGSTAR
His jaw practically hits the floor.
"Are you insane?"
"I've been told so by my past therapists. Although I prefer the words...having character." I correct.
"You'll be the death of me." I hear him mutter under his breath.
"Aren't we supposed to be partners now?" I ask with an amusing smile. For some reason I like the sound of that. Partners. Sure I always tease and flirt with Apollo, but I've always thought it as a joking matter on my end. Maybe it's turning into something more...
"As long as you help me... I guess we are"
"So what do you need help with darling?" I ask, teleporting to the second floor above us, leaning on some railings that look down on the first.
It takes him a moment or two to track my movements, but he gets there. "I need to stop the government."
My footsteps pause as my smile turns into a frown. "What?"
A sigh escapes his beautiful mouth. "They think we're too much of a, potential unstoppable threat, and don't bring any good to the world."
I take another pause. "That was kind of my whole dynamic if you couldn't take a guess."
"God Alastor they want to exterminate us as if we're a fucking virus!" He says harshly.
"Ahh" I nod in understanding. "Poor Savior is scared."
"I- well aren't you?"
"Well, unlike you my darling, I don't do what I do for the sake of the government or with their permission. They've been wanting to exterminate me since my 3rd grade recital."
He looks up at me and I notice the one emotion I've never seen from him. Vulnerability. "How? How don't you live for people's approval? How do you just live your rich stupid life knowing millions of people hate you? How do you convince yourself to wake up in the morning even if the one person who's approval you've been put on a pedestal for hates you?" I can the tears gathering in his eyes even from my distance.
A new sudden surge of sympathy and protectiveness shoots through my veins. My eyes soften as I teleport back to infront of him. I take a few steps closer. Bringing the back of my hand to his cheek, softly brushing his warm skin.
"Oh darling. I already got the approval I needed. But as to the rest. I do it for my family. Actually I think they'd love you if they ever meet you. Especially Isa, she'd give you an interrogation but she'd love all of your sunshiny answers based on saving people or whatever it is you do with your free time." Singing. He sings in his free time. Sometimes, rarely, he'll pull out his guitar. But he loves to sing. And he's got the voice of an angel. A truly beautiful angel.
Don't ask how I know that.
We both stay still for a moment, getting lost in each other's eyes.
"Kiss me." He begs, his eyes looking up at me with desperation.
A slight chuckle leaves my throat. "I asked for 10 kisses and the power to choose when to claim them. If you want to kiss me, you are more then welcomed to my darling, but please know it won't count-" I'm cut off by warm lips crashing on mine and soft hands cradling my face.
Our lips intertwine perfectly, as if made for this exact kiss, he sucks on my bottom lip, his tongue not showing any signs of appearing in our little affair.
He finally pulls back when he's out of breath. His eyes looking down in shame as he bows his head.
"I apologize, I shouldn't have-" this time I cut him off with a peck on the lips. Not being able to resist his addictive taste.
It's not exactly a kiss is it? I still have a plan to fulfill.
Blush lightly covers his cheeks, slightly spreading to his ears.
God he's adorable.
"Sorry I shouldn't have." I mock his words a grin covering my face.
"It's fine- you're distracting me!"
That makes me laugh out loud "I'm distracting you? Shall I remind you who kissed who in the first place?"
"Alright I get it."
"Alastor if you keep looking at your plate as if it's garbage I'll shove it down your throat." My mother threatens in her heavy Venezuelan accent.
"Pero...mami the food is garbage."
"Alastor-" my mom gets cut off by Isa, my younger sister.
"If you keep commenting on my food like that I'll frame you for a crime that gets you on death row and whatever you put for your last meal I'll be the one to cook it." Isa threatens, her eyes blazing with the hatred of 1,000 suns.
"Okay I'll just teleport out." I shrug, mentally preparing myself for another bite.
Damien comes back from the bathroom with his pants in wonderland and his shirt drowned in water and his drool, he climbs on his chair and looks at the rest at us expectantly.
We all stare at him in disbelief, Isa and I make eye contact before both of us burst out laughing.
"God- stop laughing the both of you. It's not funny!" Mami scolds while hitting us with her unused napkin. It would've been her glass of water if Isa hadn't moved it away from her.
Suddenly the doorbell rings. "Isn't dad supposed to be home late?" Isa asks.
"Yeah, maybe he got off of work early. I'll go check." I answer, scared someone found out about my identity.
I grab a hidden gun in an empty hallway.
I carefully open the door, the sight feeling like a bullet to the heart.
His jaw practically hits the floor.
"Are you insane?"
"I've been told so by my past therapists. Although I prefer the words...having character." I correct.
"You'll be the death of me." I hear him mutter under his breath.
"Aren't we supposed to be partners now?" I ask with an amusing smile. For some reason I like the sound of that. Partners. Sure I always tease and flirt with Apollo, but I've always thought it as a joking matter on my end. Maybe it's turning into something more...
"As long as you help me... I guess we are"
"So what do you need help with darling?" I ask, teleporting to the second floor above us, leaning on some railings that look down on the first.
It takes him a moment or two to track my movements, but he gets there. "I need to stop the government."
My footsteps pause as my smile turns into a frown. "What?"
A sigh escapes his beautiful mouth. "They think we're too much of a, potential unstoppable threat, and don't bring any good to the world."
I take another pause. "That was kind of my whole dynamic if you couldn't take a guess."
"God Alastor they want to exterminate us as if we're a fucking virus!" He says harshly.
"Ahh" I nod in understanding. "Poor Savior is scared."
"I- well aren't you?"
"Well, unlike you my darling, I don't do what I do for the sake of the government or with their permission. They've been wanting to exterminate me since my 3rd grade recital."
He looks up at me and I notice the one emotion I've never seen from him. Vulnerability. "How? How don't you live for people's approval? How do you just live your rich stupid life knowing millions of people hate you? How do you convince yourself to wake up in the morning even if the one person who's approval you've been put on a pedestal for hates you?" I can the tears gathering in his eyes even from my distance.
A new sudden surge of sympathy and protectiveness shoots through my veins. My eyes soften as I teleport back to infront of him. I take a few steps closer. Bringing the back of my hand to his cheek, softly brushing his warm skin.
"Oh darling. I already got the approval I needed. But as to the rest. I do it for my family. Actually I think they'd love you if they ever meet you. Especially Isa, she'd give you an interrogation but she'd love all of your sunshiny answers based on saving people or whatever it is you do with your free time." Singing. He sings in his free time. Sometimes, rarely, he'll pull out his guitar. But he loves to sing. And he's got the voice of an angel. A truly beautiful angel.
Don't ask how I know that.
We both stay still for a moment, getting lost in each other's eyes.
"Kiss me." He begs, his eyes looking up at me with desperation.
A slight chuckle leaves my throat. "I asked for 10 kisses and the power to choose when to claim them. If you want to kiss me, you are more then welcomed to my darling, but please know it won't count-" I'm cut off by warm lips crashing on mine and soft hands cradling my face.
Our lips intertwine perfectly, as if made for this exact kiss, he sucks on my bottom lip, his tongue not showing any signs of appearing in our little affair.
He finally pulls back when he's out of breath. His eyes looking down in shame as he bows his head.
"I apologize, I shouldn't have-" this time I cut him off with a peck on the lips. Not being able to resist his addictive taste.
It's not exactly a kiss is it? I still have a plan to fulfill.
Blush lightly covers his cheeks, slightly spreading to his ears.
God he's adorable.
"Sorry I shouldn't have." I mock his words a grin covering my face.
"It's fine- you're distracting me!"
That makes me laugh out loud "I'm distracting you? Shall I remind you who kissed who in the first place?"
"Alright I get it."
"Alastor if you keep looking at your plate as if it's garbage I'll shove it down your throat." My mother threatens in her heavy Venezuelan accent.
"Pero...mami the food is garbage."
"Alastor-" my mom gets cut off by Isa, my younger sister.
"If you keep commenting on my food like that I'll frame you for a crime that gets you on death row and whatever you put for your last meal I'll be the one to cook it." Isa threatens, her eyes blazing with the hatred of 1,000 suns.
"Okay I'll just teleport out." I shrug, mentally preparing myself for another bite.
Damien comes back from the bathroom with his pants in wonderland and his shirt drowned in water and his drool, he climbs on his chair and looks at the rest at us expectantly.
We all stare at him in disbelief, Isa and I make eye contact before both of us burst out laughing.
"God- stop laughing the both of you. It's not funny!" Mami scolds while hitting us with her unused napkin. It would've been her glass of water if Isa hadn't moved it away from her.
Suddenly the doorbell rings. "Isn't dad supposed to be home late?" Isa asks.
"Yeah, maybe he got off of work early. I'll go check." I answer, scared someone found out about my identity.
I grab a hidden gun in an empty hallway.
I carefully open the door, the sight feeling like a bullet to the heart.
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