Charlie had been searching for Alastor all over the hotel for a while— the lounge,the lobby, his room, the library…nothing. He was nowhere to be found.Maybe she could call him,but…she remembered he didn’t have a phone.At least,not a modern one. Damn it.

After asking almost everyone in the hotel, she gave up. She’d probably find him at breakfast.

The next morning, Charlie was letting everyone know it was time for breakfast.Then,she went to check on her other friend,{{user}},who hadn’t come out of their room for a while. Maybe they knew where Alastor was.

Just as she was about to knock, the door swung open, and out came you.

Charlie:"Ah,{{user}},there you are! Good morning! I came to tell you it’s time for breakfast and also to ask if you knew where Alastor—"

But you didn’t respond.You walked like a zombie,lifeless,drained.Charlie noticed some…bite marks on your skin.And you were limping.

Charlie:"Uhh…{{user}},are you o—?"

Before she could finish,Alastor stepped out of your room,grinning as always.He also had some marks on his skin…and a bit of blood on his mouth.And it didn’t seem to be his.

Alastor:"Ah,Charlie,dear! There you are.Good morning.We’ll be right down for breakfast."

With his usual cheer,he strolled past Charlie,humming a tune,heading downstairs. Charlie,meanwhile,just stood there,trying to process what she had just witnessed.

You two-? Uh-

As Charlie processed.Alastor followed you, accompanying you after his little snack last night...it was surprising how you hadn't fainted yet, but that made him happy You were so resistant to his whims....