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"Vox! Get back here NOW and see to your bloody pet!"
Velvette was texting furiously. She looked up only briefly between her messages to hiss at Valentino — "Where the fuck is he?"
"Oh shiiiiiit." Valentino was still processing the scene in front of him. "Uh. Dead, maybe...?"
"Think the Radio Demon might have...?"
"Shh.."
Judging by the the odd static noises emanating from the speakers, it seemed that Alastor was still in inside the Vee penthouse at least.
They moved down the entrance hall, stepping gingerly around the blood on the floor, not wanting it on their shoes. Valentino pulled out his pistol.
They'd just arrived homet after a night on the town, for the automatic lights to switch on and present them with the sight of an — insane frenzied what-the-FUCK nightmare — immense scattering of bloodied cloven hoof marks covering the usually pristine marble hallway.
The hoof marks had been left, obviously, by none other than their deer captive — but why were they bloody? Why was he barefoot? Why was he wandering around untied? Where was he anyway? And where the FUCK was Vox?
The multiple electrical outages last night were probably a connected incident.
Vox had arrived back from a meeting with Carmilla in a FOUL mood, screen black, eyes narrowed, practically frothing at the mouth and had dragged Alastor out of his chair by his antlers and into his bedroom. There had then followed multiple screams following electrical surges. Vel and Val had looked at eachother and wordlessly left the apartment, went to dinner and a club and left Vox to it.
"In there..."
They found Alastor easily — he was pacing around in the living room. He did not register their presence.
Velvette felt taken aback by his appearance at first — he looked like something out of a horror flick — (well, more so than he normally did). But as in he looked like the victim, not the antagonist.
He was still wearing his shirt, though instead of bound tightly up to his chin, it was open, tie undone. His wound that had been made by that angelic weapon was gaping, stitches reopened again and bleeding profusely.
Super gross really — but he was totally nude from the waist down. And completely bloodied from the waist down, multiple deep wet clawmarks shone on both his thighs — they looked bone deep. The pattern was familiar, he'd been gripped repeatedly by Vox's claws.
Almost lost amongst the red, a streak of telling blue running down — distinctive, a substance they knew well enough. Valentino, obviously, from being intimate with Vox, and Velvette from freaking finding it on the couch that one time Vox and Val hadn't cleaned up after themselves...fucking gross. Oh like hell she had made sure that that remained the ONE time.
Alastor was panting, shivering and staring at nothing, grasping at the air with his hands as he strode back and forth. His tread was silent on the plush living room rug — perhaps he had been drawn to the softness of it, and that was why he was now stuck patrolling it like a small territory. He still wore that creepy grin on his face but his ears were pinned back flat with stress.
It was Valentino who spoke first. "Hey, Radio Demon, you wanna try standing still? You're gettin the floor all bloody."
Alastor ignored him.
"Hey. HEY. Cervio?" He snapped his fingers like maybe that'd work, but nothing.
Velvette noticed Alastors eyes. She gripped Valentino's arm. "Look, he's hypnotized! Bloody hell, Vox did this to him and then went out?"
"Ah shiiiit, I see it too. Well, Voxxy was in a mood. Guess he's stormed off to cool down?"
They watched Alastor for a while. This was shit they didn't want to get involved in, but it was right in the fucking centre of their home!
And it was weird. So weird seeing or thinking of him in any kind of sexual context. It was no secret that Vox had wanted him, but they hadn't expected Vox to actually act on his desire, or this violently (and then leave him alone unsupervised in their shared freaking living area no less!?)
And for Alastor to look so distressed and unravelled - to be lacking composure was just alien.
It was extremely fascinating in a fucked up way.
"Seeing him like this is kinda..."
"Val!"
"...kinda hot," mulled Valentino.
"Fucking seriously?" Velvette felt genuinely grossed out.
"Oh, hey, I wont do anything, he's off limits - Voxxy's toy."
"Good."
"But look at those legs though, Vel. Qué guapo! I wouldn't allow those maimed in my studio."
"Ew." But Velvette agreed with that. Probably his best asset as it sure as hell wasnt his creepy ass face or weird hair.
They side-eyed eachother horribly - that intrusive, so wrong thought of the Radio Demon being added to their catalogue of models.
Why were they like this?
A light thud — Alastor was now bumping into the furniture.
"Well. You should definitely do something Vel," said Valentino finally. "You handle all the medical side of things-"
"You lazy...!!" No way Valentino was pawning this off on her, they sorted it together or she was fucking leaving and he could do it alone. "No, you do something" huffed Velvette. "Men are more your thing - and you deal with gay porn and rape and shit."
"Oh ho ho, and you dont? Your love potions have nothing to do with it?"
"Vox didn't use any love potion on him, you can tell!" There had obviously been a huge resistance - something which her art prevented.
Valentino sighed, "OK. How about - I'll calm him down, and then you can bandage him up?"
"Fine."
"I suppose dealing with sad little bitches is kind of my specialty," Valentino shrugged as he put away his pistol as he approached Alastor.
When he took him by the shoulders, Alastor stood still but continued to tremble.
Valentino put a hand under his chin to tilt his face up and get a good look at his eyes. "Radio Demon ~ time to wake up. Vox isn't here, and you need a shower like crazy." Alastors eyes were still dilated and spiralling - but there was something there.
"The hold is weakening" he told Velvette. "Must've been hours ago - I can probably get him out easy, done this with Angel a few times."
Val used his second pair of hands to light a cigarette. He took a long drag on and then blew deeply it deeply into Alastors face. Probably wouldnt seduce an overlord but always made a strong wake up call. He snapped his fingers a few times, then impatiently slapped him. (A 'nice' one. Just a regular little slap, not a sharp back-handed kind he reserved for teaching a lesson.) "Alastor. ALASTOR. Wake your little bitch ass up!"
Vel snorted.
"What?"
Velvette was grinning like it was hilarious. "Thought you had some special magic tehnique? Just slapping him, really?"
Val shrugged. "Hey whatever works...Oh, and there he is."
Alastor was blinking furiously and raising his hands to rub at his eyes. His ears perked and twitched but his already rapid breathing seemed to quicken.
Valentino massaged his narrow shoulders.
"Mmm, good morning baby. Voxxy gave you a pretty rough time, huh?"