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"Vagatha? Are you here?" A voice called out. Suddenly a girl with long brown hair came running up to her out of breath. "Y-yeah i'm here, sorry. I woke up a little late, also you know how I feel about that name." The girl caught her breath, before reaching for the others hand. The other girl apologized, and squeezed her hand. She nodded in acceptance, before turning to the doors. "Okay Charlie, lets do this." They quickly went inside the building next to them, rushing to grab flyers, nails, and hammers. "We're gonna put these up all over town, and hopefully someone will show up right Vaggie?" Charlie asked. Vaggie smiled softly, "i'm sure! And plus, we already have one patient, i'm sure these things just take time, it'll work out just fine." Charlie smiled back at the girl, before continuing to walk, hanging up flyers wherever they went.
After an hour, they returned back to the building, and sat on a sofa. "Oh jeez, I hope someone shows up, cause that was a lot of work." Charlie said resting her legs on her girlfriends lap. "I'm sure someone will." A few minutes later, the doors burst open. "Hey bitches! It's me!" A boy yelled. Vaggie turned to him angrily, "Charlie is trying to relax! Be quiet." Charlie quickly sat up, "he's our guest Vaggie, be nice. How are you Anthony?" Anthony quickly flopped onto the couch next to them, "I'm doing great! Some fucker tried to offer me drugs and I said NO! Are ya proud of me?" Charlie's eyes beamed, "That's wonderful! I'm so proud of you!" Anthony smiled, and relaxed into the couch. "So, anybody show up while I was gone?" Charlie's smile slightly faltered, but tried to keep her positive energy, "no, but me and Vaggie just went around putting up flyers!" Anthony smiled reassuringly, "I'm sure it'll be bustling soon don't ya worry!" A few minutes after talking, there was a knock at the door. Polite, yet intimidating.
Charlie excitedly stood up, and ran over to the door. She stopped in front of it, taking a deep breath before gripping the handle.
She quickly swung the door open, as she looked into the eyes of a taller man, dressed in a collared shirt, tucked into his brown kakis. He wore black dress shoes, and small circular glasses. He had brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes, but the most impressionable thing, was his shining smile.
"Hello! Welcome to the Happy Hotel Rehabilitation Center! Are you checking in?" Charlie asked in a professional voice, though it was obvious she was nervous. The man chuckled, "oh of course not! The names Alastor! I'm here because i'm interested in helping this fine establishment! I myself am not in need of any... rehabilitation, but I saw your invitation on a flyer and thought, what better way to spend my time!" Charlie was slightly confused, but happy that someone was willing to help. "So you're here to help rehabilitate people in this town! I'm sure you're aware of the drug issues and just plain ISSUES this town has." Alastor straightened himself, trying not to laugh. "If i'm being honest dear, I don't believe you can do much for these poor souls, consider it something for me to do, a hobby of sorts. As long as you don't mind that is?" Charlie's smile dropped, "you don't think it's possible to help these people? Okay well, what about him?" Charlie pointed to Anthony, "he turned down drugs today! He's been doing so good!" Alastor sighed, "I'll believe it when I see it. Now dear, does my proposition interest you?" Charlie bit her lip, as Vaggie pulled her to the side. "Do you not recognize this guy? He's that creepy radio show guy I was telling you about. His manners are too... friendly? I just don't trust him." Charlie sighed, "I can't turn him down, I'm trying to see the good in people, to help people. Maybe we can change his mind." Vaggie turned to Alastor, and then back to Charlie. "I trust you."
Charlie smiled, and walked back over to Alastor. "I accept. You may help with this hotel as long as you desire, as long as you don't do go against rules and such." Alastor shook her hand violently, smiling that wide smile of his. "Good to hear!"
He then walked over to the blonde boy who had been sitting on the couch. He was an interesting looking man. A little short for his age, freckles spread across his skin, and winged eyeliner. He wore a baggy sweater, and seemed to be using his phone. "Hello dear! I hear your name is Anthony?" Anthony's heart fluttered as he looked at the man in front of him. "I- yeah that's me. What's your name?" Alastor smiled and reached out for a handshake, "Alastor, pleasure to meet you Anthony!" Anthony shook his hand, and smiled up at him, "pleasure to meet ya too." He felt his face flush, as the man kissed the back of his hand, before walking to another room.
"I have a feeling this is going to be very entertaining!"
A/N This AU was inspired by @chesters_dad_official on instagram. She's one of my good friends :) I have things planned for this book!
In this AU Alastor is the only one who's a demon from hell, no one knows he's a demon. Let's see how this pans out :)
Also RADIODUST :3