"No! I'm done! Actually, scratch that! We're done! You lied to me! You were being a fake and liar! I hate you!" I cried, slammed the door behind me then ran. I didn't care where I was going just anywhere but here. With my demon manned wolf-like speed, I ran so Bryce wouldn't follow me since he was a dog demon.

I found myself standing in front of Alastor's house, breathless and tired. My cheeks were burning hot and moist with tears. Even though I'm in hell, the night was actually cold and I left my jacket at Bryce's place. There's no way I'm going back to get it, though it was my favorite jacket.

"Alastor? Are you home?" I choked up my tears while knocking on his door. He is my best friend ever since I came to hell so he would open the door if he was home. But he might be asleep since it was 10 pm and he likes to sleep so he would get ready for "the next day of entertainment" as he would say. I shivered, holding my arms to keep them warm but of course there was no use in keeping myself warm like that. The door opened and there I saw Alastor wearing his sleepwear which looked like his suit that he usually wears.

"Y/n? What are you-?" He was about to ask but then gasped after really looking at me. All of a sudden my arm and leg started to hurt and I looked down seeing the huge scratch on them. The cuts were deep and my blood was rolling down them which made me feel woozy.

"Oh my! Let's get you inside." Alastor said, fearfully but once I could even make a step inside everything went black, hearing Alastor call my name in fear.

I fluttered my eyes open and found myself in Alastor's guest room. Fire in the fireplace, warm and bright. The smell of Alastor's Jambalaya filled the air. The bed was warm and comfortable, making me feel more relaxed. I tried to sit up but then a sharp pain hit my arm and my leg making me fall back on the bed, wincing in pain. I looked at them seeing that they were bandaged. Then I remembered running. I must have run into something sharp, but I couldn't think of it. No wait, Bryce scratched my arm trying to grab me so I wouldn't leave. But the scratch on my leg was a mystery.

"Ah, Y/n, you're up. I had the fear that you wouldn't. You were losing a lot of blood from those cuts, I almost thought you were going to bleed to death. Good thing I know a thing or two about bandaging wounds." Alastor said, placing a tray with a bowl of Jambalaya, a glass of water, and a pill of painkillers onto the bedside table then used his magic to make a chair to sit down.

"How are you feeling?" Asked Alastor, placing the back of his hand on my forehead. His hand was a bit cold but it was a nice feeling which made me feel a little relaxed.

"A little better, I guess." My mouth was dry and my voice sounded terrible. He hummed in curiosity and carefully helped me sit up so I could drink the glass of water and take the painkiller. I gulped down the pill then handed the empty glass to him.

"What happened? From the look of the scratches on your arm, it seems to me you were attacked. I couldn't tell what your leg's scratch was from, but they will heal up in about 2 days. Were you with Bryce? He would have protected you at least since he is your boyfriend after all. Honestly, if I were-" He stopped by the sound of me sniffling and whimpering and his face went from concern to anger then back to concerned again.

"He- He attacked me! I broke up w-with him for being a fake, a liar and a cheater! He tried to grab me so I wouldn't leave but instead, h-he scratched me! I hate him, Alastor! I hate Bryce, I hate him!" I cried in anger and he quickly held me in a hug. I just sobbed on his shoulder.

"Shhh. Calm down. Deep breaths. Shh." Was all he said, calmly, and I tried to calm down, doing as I'm told.

"There, there, dear. I'm right here if you need me for anything. Murder, entertainment, Jambalaya, anything." He said combing my hair with his fingers and I giggled at the things he listed, knowing he would love to do them. He let me go and I looked into his glowing red eyes.

He was so kind to me ever since I came to hell and when I met him, but so did Bryce for a while until things started getting off the wrong hook. Alastor was the guy I seem to trust when I can't trust anyone like now. He gave me a true smile and a feeling of being loved. I noticed that he never yells at me or touches me like Bryce. His touch was gentle and loving and his voice was kind and caring, for a demon of mass destruction. He wasn't a guy who would judge what I wear and what I do or make me do things I don't want to do. He let me be myself and let me do whatever I want, as long I was safe and happy. His smile was warm and inviting while Bryce's smile was sinister and evil. Alastor was a loving gentleman who treated me the way I wanted to be and Bryce was an evil animal who used me for pride and pleasure.

That was when I realized that I never loved Bryce and that I loved someone else. A better man.

And that someone, that better man, was Alastor.

My cheeks got warm and my heartbeat was fast but with love and longing.

"Alastor, I..." I can express what I want him to know in words so I placed my hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a quick kiss. Once I pulled away, I let go of him and looked down while biting my bottom lip in embarrassment, my cheeks feeling like they were on fire.

"Haha! Well, why didn't you just say so if you wanted a kiss?" Alastor asked with a smile on his face while lifting my chin up with his finger, making me look at him. He leaned towards me and placed his lips on mine into a kiss more passionate than the last. My hands trailed up his chest then my arms wrapped around his neck. His arms wrapped around me and I felt his chest against mine. After we both pulled away to get air, our foreheads touched while we looked into each other's eyes.

"Well, what now?" I giggled and he laughed.

"Haha. Well, I suggest you eat Jambalaya before it gets cold. You need food to get better and then you need to get some rest. You had a long day after all." Alastor said, grabbing the bowl of Jambalaya and handing it to me. As much I love how he would take care of me, I groaned wanting to do something else but sleep, like just talking.

"What? You don't like my Jambalaya anymore?" Alastor dramatically pouted.

"N-no! I love your Jambalaya! It's just that I want to do something else instead of sleeping." I said, falling onto the bed and Alastor just laughed, handing the Jambalaya to me. I sighed, sat up and ate. I forgot how hungry I was. I didn't even have lunch or dinner today.

"What time is it?" I asked, finishing my meal. Alastor looked at his clock on the wall.

"1 am." He read and my eyes widened.

"Oh! I didn't mean to make you stay up so late, Alastor! I'm so sorry! Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" I asked a bit worried about Alastor's sleep schedule.

"Anything?" Alastor asked

"Anything!" I said and Alastor hummed while he was lost in thought for a while then smirked.

"Just 2 things. 1..." Alastor said then held my hand and kissed the back of it.

"Will you be mine?" He asked and I could see a bit of blush on his cheeks. I beamed and without thinking about the pain in my body, I squealed, wrapping my arms around his neck, "Yes!" Alastor laughed and hugged me back then placed a kiss on my cheek.

"2, I want you to tell a joke and if I don't laugh then you're going to sleep, but if I do laugh, I'll stay and maybe cuddle you until you sleep. Do we have a deal?" Alastor said and I nodded, thinking of a good joke to make him laugh.

"Ok, I got one. What's the difference between a piano, tuna and a pot of glue?" I asked and he thought for a while but seemed not to know so he said, "I don't know."

"You can tune a piano but you can't tuna fish." I said and he held his breath as if he was going to burst out laughing then asked, "Wait, what about the pot of glue?"

"I knew you'd get stuck there!" I laughed and Alastor burst out laughing. I loved his laugh. It was kinda like music to my ears.

(Please no hate on my terrible jokes! I'm not that good!)

"Alright, you win." He said after he was done laughing. I laid down and he went under the covers with me.

"But if I do something wrong, tell me. I never have done this before, so forgive me if I do." He said and I turned towards him.

"It's not that hard. You just wrap your arms around me and place your head on top of mine, kinda like a hug but you don't let go." I said wrapping my arms around him for example, the pain in my arm not bothering me anymore. 

He slowly coiled his arms around me perfectly and I could feel his warmth which made me feel more relaxed. My head was on his chest, the soft sound of his heart beating and he smelled like cinnamon and strawberries with a slight scent of smoke and blood, but it didn't bother me. He was soft, warm and comfortable. Perfect for a maned wolf like me to rest on. 

Thank you so much for reading!

~Rose Phantomhive