Under the Surface - Appleradio

1; Apples and Blood

[Alastor]

Shit. How could I be so foolish? ..What a terrible way to go yet again. I can't believe I let myself enter that fight knowing how much more powerful Adam was. What was I thinking? Now I suffer the consequences of my own actions. The hole in my chest doesn't seem to be healing. My health is deteriorating and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I've toughed through the last few days claiming I was sick. If Charlie knew I'm afraid she would worry and do something insane. The only person I could think of to help me is Lucifer. What am I even thinking? Asking Lucifer might be the worst idea I could ever have. For crying out loud all me and him have done is argue and fight. I'll be damned before I ask him for help.

[Lucifer]

Alastor has been stuck up here for days. I mean I understand that he's pretty much a loner and doesn't have.. well.. friends? I know something's wrong with him. I can smell the blood from my room and it's quite unpleasant to say the least. He's worrying my Charlie sick and it's time someone did something, although I would prefer it was someone else who was given this job, Charlie asked me and who am I to turn my little Appleseed down?

Getting up, I move towards my door, picking up a duckie that was blocking the doorway and placing it on my shelf, I open the door and leave. The stench of blood only getting stronger the closer I get to Alastors door. He's really done it this time. I don't even want to know what trouble he got himself into.

Finally at the door, I leave a few knocks. "Charlie, I told you I don't feel wel-" I open the door slightly but enough to see the bandages on the floor, drenched blood. What the fuck?

"What the hell are you doing in here Lucifer? Get out!" I walk in, closing the door softly and see Alastor lying on the floor, holding his stomach tightly. "Hm? What's this? The great all-mighty radio demon has gotten himself in a bit of trouble!" I say, trying to keep up the asshole act. Sure it was true I wasn't that well.. fond of the deer, Charlie saw the good in him. "I won't ask you again! Leave! I'm *cough* fine.." I watched him as he spit blood onto the towel below him. Fine? This doesn't look very "fine" to me. "*sigh* Alastor, I'm not leaving you like this. I mean look at you, look around you. It doesn't matter what you try I won't be leaving until I know for sure you're gonna be okay." Like hell I was gonna leave him like this! "And how do you plan on doing that, your majesty." Even his voice effects were wearing off. This isn't going to be an easy healing process judging by the damage I can see right now. I'm sure I would know better if I could get better view.

We sat there in a short silence until I finally got an idea. "Well, a dose of angelic blood every day for around 10 days should get you to a point where your body can heal itself again. From what I'm seeing, it seems it was an angelic attack, correct? I'm assuming Adam?" He stared at me for a moment, contemplating my offer. If he declines this I swear to sata- "No." What the fuck did he mean "no"? He's clearly dying! Who in the right mind would turn down such a kind offer! I didn't even ask for anything in return for fucks sake. "I refuse to be in debt to someone like you." His real voice coming out more due to the effects beginning to wear off. "Fine! A deal. Let's make a deal. Since you want to be stubborn we can do this the hard way. You will receive my blood for the next 10 days and in return you will.. uh.. fuck I don't know? Make me breakfast over the 10 days?" I mean that's pretty easy if you ask me. I heard his cooking was extraordinary as well so I guess I am getting something good from this. "Deal." He finally says.

[Alastor]

I hold out my hand, the green fog beginning to fill the room as it always does when I make deals. I told myself I wasn't gonna let him help me. I can't believe the king of hell has seen me as weak as I am right now. Everything hurts and is so bloody. I have no strength. Lucifer held his hand out to me. I bite down on his wrist, unable to hold myself back any longer. Almost immediately the golden blood falls on my tongue. The bloods sweet tasting unlike regular demon blood. This blood was much different and richer, addicting you could even say. "Ow you little fucker! I was trying to help you up!" I choose to ignore him. I finally let go of his wrist making sure to lick up the last bit blood dripping from the bite mark. I watch as the wound starts to heal itself and I feel my own injury start to heal. I saw the kings face grow slightly pinker but it's possible I was imagining it. I did lose a ton of blood after all.

A/N:

HEY SORRY THIS IS A PRETTY SHORT CHAPTER! I'll work on this more, stay tuned for another chapter!