Strings Of Fate

Chapter 12: Tangled strings

It was strange, he never cared to look at it before but now he found himself picking it up. His ever-present grin faltered into a smile as he looked at the screen showing no new notifications...why had he expected there to be?

He sighed as he set the phone down. He was supposed to return to hell yesterday but he hadn't...was it because he failed to kill that man? He wasn't sure what it was, but something in his chest....it told him to remain here. He looked at his phone once more, checking the time.

6:00 AM

It wasn't uncommon for Alastor to be awake this early...but it was abnormal for him to stare at a device like this for longer than needed and that's exactly what he was doing.

What was wrong with him?

He never held remorse towards anyone in the past...that wasn't what this was, right? If that were the case, then why couldn't he wash that look from his mind. Why did the look of betrayal wound him so much? No, he had seen that look far too many times and he had always enjoyed it, relished in it...fueled his sadistic desires and insanity.

But last night...that wasn't the case at all. The look just made his chest feel tight and his sanity return, when he saw that look he could feel his bloodlust melting away. That look alone was enough to make his chest ache and make his ability to breath all the more difficult.

A thought crossed his mind as he stared at the phone....

No, no that was foolish. He was a demon, the radio demon, since when did he feel the need to...

It was pointless, it was. But then why did he feel the need to do it? The grip around the phone tightened as he was now glaring at the screen as he brought another finger up to move it to it's desired screen...His thumb hesitated over one of the buttons on the cellphone remaining there for a moment.

He was the radio demon, he did not feel compassion...but this feeling was already beginning to drive him crazier than he already was. It lingered in the back of his mind and he could not rid himself of it.

He wanted to be near them again and he hadn't the slightest clue why.

Angel tapped a finger against the table as he stared out the window. She would show...right? What if she didn't...did that mean she hated him? His eyes focused on the clouds above that were beginning to fade away as the sun came out...He couldn't help but wonder if Daniel was seeing this too or if he was already changing into his uniform and escorting rude people in and out of the hotel.

He sighed as he laid his head down against the table as his eyes trailed over to the jukebox. ...This table, it was the one the brunette had been sitting at the first time they properly met. Thinking about him, it made Angel sad. It made his heart ache and it made him feel so confused...he had people try to kill him before but this was the first time he actually wanted to see one of those people again.

He was going crazy...wasn't he?

Daniel made him feel warm, and smile...

But Alastor made him feel at peace and contempt.

Why?

He was just some crazed murderer, he was probably nothing more than another victim to the brunette. So if that was the case then why...