The Tormentor and his Savior (Hero x Villain) (bxb) (short story) - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

APOLLO CHEVALIER
Alastor's home is so warm and kind. His house is filled with love and care bouncing off the walls. It's nothing I would've ever expected from his side of the story.
If a villain can have all this love and warmth in his home why can't a hero? What did he do to deserve this that I didn't?
I would never wish to take this away from Alastor. No matter how many times we've fought I've always known he had a good heart. I mean the one real opportunity he had to kill me he let me go, with the last words of "let me know when your arm gets better, then we'll have some real fun." He said it with his trademark sinister grin taking over his face. Making it seem like a big joke to him. I guess it all is. I've never seen him truly serious, not like in the bathroom after I asked about a mother's love. After I hinted I lack it.
"Be honest which is better?" Isabella asks, sending a glare to Alastor.
They gave me two cupcakes. Each a different recipe made by a different sibling. The dinner was okay, not that I'd ever admit that in house that I'm a guest in. Hell for all they know I thought I ate at a Michelin 5 star restaurant.
I point to the right one in honesty. A wide grin takes over Alastor's beautiful face making me pause. It's not like the many grins he's given me. It's not sinister or evil or mischievous. It's real. And filled with pride and pure happiness. I like this smile better.
Isabella on the other hand looks bored and disappointed as she sighs and rolls her eyes. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who's cupcake I chose.
"Thank you for not lacking common sense Darling." Alastor says, sending me a wink.
Isa groans. "I'll kill you."
He clicks his tongue thrice "not if I hang you over a building first"
"Why not just kill me then?" She asked
"Because then you won't live the rest of your life with undying trauma." Alastor explains with his usual sinister grin.
Never mind I love both.
Isabella just sends back a glare in response.
"I'm home!" A strong deep voice calls out from the front door.
It takes me all of three seconds to get into panic mode. Alastor's father has an undying hate for my mother. How do I know? Because he sends her a bouquet of sunflowers every year for her birthday.
She's deathly allergic to sunflowers.
They're also my favorite flowers.
Alastor's calm eyes meet my wild ones in amusement. "Relax my father isn't going to murder you for being the son of his nemesis. And if he tries he'll have to get through me." He whispers in my ear. His voice going down an octave on the last sentence, sending shivers down my spine.
Mr. Morningstar finally enters the dinning room with two bouquets of different flowers. One set of lilies and another of tulips. He hands the tulips to Mrs. Morningstar and the lilies to Isabella. The sneer from two minutes ago permanently gone.
He looks around the room, hands his younger son a deck of cards and as he approaches Alastor he catches me, stopping dead in his tracks. Alastor shuffles to move in front of me, making my heart beat wildly in my chest.
He's ready to protect me from his dad.
"Alastor"
"Dad, he's not her and the only thing they have in common is DNA." Alastor quickly says.
"Alastor-"
"Dad. I'm not letting you hurt him."
His father looks between him and I, looking me up and down without a reaction before taking a step back. I'm guessing it means I'm safe since Alastor slightly shuffles to my side.
"If he-"
"He won't" Alastor reassures.
"Both of you sit."
"Dad-"
"Sit down." His voice gets even deeper, if even possible.
Alastor drags me by my wrist to sit next to him while he sits infront of his dad.
The rest watch except for Damian who left to go to bed.
"Are you like your mother?" Mr. Morningstar asks.
I don't know why it would seem like a bad thing to him. But from what I've personally and privately experienced I shake my head no.
"I won't tell you what she did to me, because no parent deserves to have their child look into their eyes with hate in them." Little late for that. "But I need you to promise me you're nothing like her."
"He's not" Alastor answers before I can open my mouth.
"Oh yeah? How do you know?" He narrows his eyes on him.
"Because I know him,"
"You fight the guy more than I've fought his mother-"
"You were in love with his mother-"
"Isn't this the same situation!" By now both are shouting.
I tap my foot lightly on the floor to keep from getting an anxiety attack. Focus on your breathing. Pay attention to your surroundings. Describe an object. The bitten cupcake. It's vanilla with a slight yellow ish color to it. The frosting is buttercream so it isn't too heavy. The buttercream is a baby blue with small golden star sprinkles scattered on top. The cupcake wrapper is white with multicolored poka dots. It's on a white plate. That has vines and flowers painted around the edge. But the flowers are imperfect, revealing it was probably homemade.
I get so lost in my mind I don't realize Alastor's hand laying on my knee, stopping my foot from tapping, he squeezes it, showing me some sort of comfort while all I can think about is his hand on my knee.
Mr. Morningstar sighs. "Do you trust him?"
"More than I trust Isabella" Alastor answers.
Mr. Morningstar rolls his eyes, for the first time showing a gene he passed to his son that isn't physical. "You'd trust a mosquito more than you'd trust Isabella."
"Apparently I'm nonexistent." Isabella grumbles, taking a seat.
"Hades I trust him" Mrs. Morningstar softly speaks.
Mr.Morningstar or Hades, looks back at his wife with soften eyes.
"Are you planning on staying here?" He asks, looking back at me.
"I-"
"Well it's not like he has a choice" Alastor speaks for me.
"What do you-" I start but get cut off.
"I'm not letting him go back from wherever he came from. Even with all the bandages he still looks like shit."
"Did you just curse in my household again?" Mrs. Morningstar asks. Narrowing her eyes on him.
"I- listen te amo. Te amo. Te amo!!- Ayy" he rubs the backs of his head where his mom hit him with a slipper like three times.
Although she hit him I have a feeling it's not the same when my mother...
Hades and Isabella chuckle.