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Alastor had forgotten about his day of death. It wasn’t that surprising really as he had a lot on his mind with Charlie and the hotel but it was no excuse to forget such a thing. Especially when others knowing about it had horrible consequences. Normally he would hide out in a secluded part of his territory only known to a very small amount of people. Rosie knew, she was after all the aunt he never had when he was alive. Husker and nifty know because on rare occasions Alastor liked to invite them around.
The problem was that he had forgotten to plan his unavailability that specific day so he could leave the hotel and stay in this hut all alone to deal with the pain of death once again.
Opening his eyes felt painful like they had been glued together the night before. His head felt like it was full of water sloshing around. It had been a while since he had felt this groggy, it reminded him of his-
Alastor shot up out of bed clutching his head as pain shot through his scalp. A small grown escaped his tensed yellow smile it sounded more staticky and strained then usual but not so much that anyone would notice.
He considered his opinions for how to deal with today. He could just leave, go to his little hug and suffer away from everyone the only problem there is that he had promised to help with the party she wanted to have. He couldn’t just help out and then not go because he had promised he would be there to and Alastor wasn’t one to brake his promises.
Telling them was out of the question, they may have there death days but he is not going to admit weakness. No he will just have to bare it, he’s the radio demon after all. He should be able to deal with a bit of pain.
Alastor, Charlie and vaggie were all in the main entrance setting up things for the party, Alastor didn’t even know what it was for. Every now and then a bug would scamper across the floors nifty was of course running right behind it stabbing at the floor more then the bug.
“My dear what exactly is this party for” Alastor asked as they walked into the kitchen, Alastor was making the snacks as he was by far the best at cooking.
"Oh well its not really to celebrate anything its just, you know, to make people happy and what better then a party" she smiled up at Alastor "with your amazing cooking I'm sure this will raise all are mood's you think you can do it?" She looked hopeful, naïve but hopeful.
"Of course my dear i already agreed to it now didn't i" He was leaning on his cane ever so slightly as it felt like sharp teeth were nibbling at his legs all the way up to his thigh's just like those hunting dogs, teeth ripping into his flesh and taring it apart-
He was taken out of his thoughts as Charlie hugged him, she did immediately stop when he made a slightly loud screeching sound thinking that it was her touching him that freaked him out. The touch only made his body ache more as the biting climbed up to his waist. Charlie left the Kitching before she was able to witness Alastor's legs shake from pain.
Ignoring the agony Alastor went into cooking food for the party, Charlie wanted lots of sweet treats and if he was going to get it all done in time he would have to get started right away. Soon the tables were full of many different foods as well as many sugary items by Charlies request.
By this time the pain had reached an agonising level, he could tell the hour of his death was nearing closer and biting of his skin made him want to rip it off his own body. His head was also beginning to pound as the watery feeling in his scull turned into a pounding dart right through his head in a line just like the bullet did.
The party had been going on for at least an hour now and for most of it Alastor had been sitting in a chair hands clasped around his staff looking off in some direction that he had no real reason to be looking at. A quiet but semi notable sound of radio static emanating from him.
"Hey do you know what's up with the strawberry pimp" Angel dust asked pointing one of his hands in the mans direction before lifting his glass up to his mouth.
“No, I mean he was acting weird this morning but” Charlie stared worriedly at Alastor not bothering to finish her sentence.
“Don’t worry so much Charlie I’m sure he’s fine” Vaggie gave her a small hug from the side. Charlie’s eyes left Alastor to look at her friends, angel and husker were both sitting at the bar looking back at her, niffty had one of the cupcakes Alastor had made this morning it was a velvet one and had a black icing flower atop it. He obviously put in a lot of effort into making it to Charlie’s liking but not give up on his own stile of cooking.
She gave one last looking over to Alastor before getting a drink from the bar, non alcoholic probably sweet and fruity.
Alastor was in agony. He wasn’t sure where he was anymore, the pain was the only thing his mind was able to focus on and now he was back in the forest oh that horrific day when the forest had turned against him. The dogs. He could hear the dogs and feel there sharp claws gouge out flesh from his legs and arms causing him to fall. Dirt found its way into his raw skin but it was now red from the blood sloppily leaking out his arms and legs. The dogs didn’t stop, no they just kept ripping his body to shreds not caring for the agony Alastor was feeling. Then the unmistakable sound of a gun as the cold metal of the bullet ripped through his head.
A radio was screaming, loud and high pitched enough to break glass. When was there a radio in the forest. What’s going on?
It had been way too long now and everyone was worried even husker and vaggie who didn’t particularly like the man. He was just sat in the chair his grip tight on his staff even the static coming from him had become more uncomfortable. His smile stayed wide possibly even tight enough to draw blood, his eyes were misty and distorted.
“Hey Al? You feeling ok” Charlie asked hoping for a reply from the deer. Only static was heard.
“Im gonna go poke ‘im” Angel said walking with a slight tension towards Alastor.
The group followed behind him hoping maybe cutting the distance would help them notice something more.
“Hey A-“ as soon as Angels finger came into contact with Alastor’s shoulder he let out a horrifying scream of static without even opening his mouth. Alastor’s body flung itself from the chair in the opposite direction of the group landing on the floor. Alastor’s claws dug into his clothing instantly drawing dark blood from his skin underneath, his eyes were full of static and his screeching never stopped.
The group had to cover there ear’s from how painful the sound emanating for alastor was. The group could only helplessly look as he ripped at his skin anywhere his claws could touch. Everything seemed to happen at once and a woman entered the hotel. Niffty and husker seemed to recognise her but the others only looked at her with apprehension. Why was she here?
“Oh my, Alastor you silly boy” the woman said, she gracefully sat down in front of Alastor before getting a perfume bottle from nowhere and sprayed it on her wrist. She then placed it down and reached up for alastor’s head.
“Hey what do you think you’re doing?!” Vaggie questioned finally finding her voice. The woman just looked up with a familiar smile and dark eyes.
“If you would be quiet I would appreciate it” Vaggie just looked offended but shut up and let the woman do what she wanted. Most of the group stood tensed hoping whatever she was doing or whoever the woman was she could help Alastor with what was happening.
She woman reached a hand to Alastor’s head running her delicate hands through the fluffy hair. Her other hand slid to Alastor’s gently pulling the claws out of his skin not at all bothered by the blood on her old fashioned but posh looking clothing.
“Alastor- Alastor” the deer’s eyes became less foggy and were somewhat focused on the woman. “Yes that’s right Alastor im here, Rosie’s right here” she gently pulled Alastor closer carefully as to not arrogate him of his wounds.
“Rosie c'est toi” Alastor’s voice was very static laced but Charlie who out of fascination had learnt some french was able to recognise what he said as ‘Rosie is that you’. So Alastor knew the woman and the woman’s name was Rosie, she relayed the information to the others who where unable to speak French.
"Oh mon cerf, My sweet little deer you surprised me when you were not in your hut for this and now i find you trying to hide your pain" She pulled him closer and stroked her hand through his hair. Alastor just lay half in her lap, unconsciousness slowly taking his body.
"what the fuck is going on?" Angel asks completely confused looking at Rosie that's who she was right. Niffty walks up to the now passed out Alastor sitting with Rosie and joining in with the patting. Alastor was still smiling.
"That" Husk points at Rosie who doesn't seems to like the rudeness of the pointing but doesn't do anything else but pat Alastor's head "is Rosie and she is Al's friend or the closest thing he can get to a friend" Rosie smiles again sweetly with sharp teeth just like Alastor's.
"Can you explain this Rosie, please" Charlie asked feeling like she was completely in the dark.
"Hmm it will take a while but im sure i can explain a few things"
"So I as you know am rosie, when Alastor arrived in hell we became friends, i was like an aunt to him we were family in many ways but blood. As im sure you know sinner's all experience pain from the way they die every year, this is his day. Normally we would meet in his hut of course i show up without his invitation to make sure hes ok he always seems to be suffering quite a lot on these days" Her hand still ran through his hair gently.
"What about the perfume" Charlie asked remembering her using some sort of perfume before.
"Ah yes its a smell he can easily associate with me, makes it easier to get him out of his dark cage of mind"
"So he was having a death day... how did he die?" Angel looked around to see if anyone knew before looking back at Rosie who seems quite annoyed.
"Its quite disrespectful how you expect one of us to cut his throat and spill you his guts like its nothing, you will have to wait for him to be ready"
And wait they shall for the day to come.