(CANCELLED STORY)

Chapter 5

History Lesson: Dresses were $1 to $1.44. Shoes were $2.98 and fabric around 50 cents a yard. 1922 Nationals Catalog men's suits were around $25 for a 3 piece suit with extra trousers. Its 1921 but the prices would be similar.

Warning: Blood and gore 

Alastor POV

Alastor went in the breakroom and happily poured himself a cup of coffee. He heard one his co-workers behind him speak. "Good afternoon Alastor." "You look awfully cheery this afternoon" they said. Alastor turned around and responded. "Oh hello and good afternoon to you too, Charles!" he said with a wide smile. Charles was the other radio host and was slightly less popular but he did his job. He didn't care about fame. Alastor wasn't much for fame either but he gained fame due to his voice. The other employees agreed with the listeners. Alastors voice was unique. It was smooth. "I am indeed happy this afternoon" Alastor said, sipping his coffee. "I know that look anywhere!" "Did you meet someone?" Charles asked. Alastor was finding this conversation irritating, however, he answered the question. He nodded. "Yes indeedy I met a charming belle but before you ask no I do not plan on getting married." he said. Charles looked confused. "I feel like I should come out and say this but why would you push such a lovely lady away?" "I understand you have no interest in marriage Alastor but maybe its best you don't see this women again." "It will break her heart" he stated. Alastor rolled his eyes. "Oh please Charles I doubt that will happen and if it does I'm not marrying her..." he replied, bluntly. Charles laughed. "Alright" "I have to go to work now" "My broadcast is next." "Good day Alastor" he said, walking off. Oh Charles you have no clue of my true intentions.

Your POV

You and your sister were browsing through shops. You walked by a shop and noticed a very pretty red dress. You wishes you could afford it but you just arrived in the city and you still need to find a job. The price was visible. It cost $1. You huffed. You couldn't afford that! You then heard Mary giggle and make a suggestion. "I have a suggestion" "There's a general store a few blocks from my apartment" "Maybe you can look for work there?" she said. You thought about it for a minute. You then nodded. "I guess I can give it a try" "Maybe they need a cashier" you replied. "You can look tomorrow" "Right now lets take the trolley home...I'm exhausted!" Mary said. You nod. You and Mary notice the trolley and got in. You both paid the fair and took a seat. "We could of walked, you know" "Your apartment is only a few blocks away" you said. Mary yawned. "I'm tired from walking so much..." she said. You rolled your eyes. 

5 minutes later

You and Mary arrived at her apartment. "What should I make for dinner?" Mary asked. You thought long and hard. "Hmmm...I guess...we can have Hoover Stew?" you suggested. Mary shrugged. "Why not" she said. Mary got out one of her many cook books and searched for the recipe. She turned the page until the recipe came up. "Lets see...we need...

1 box of macaroni

2 cans of whole tomatoes

1 package of hotdogs

1 can of chick peas

she read. You nodded and gathered the ingredients. You and Mary talked as you both cooked dinner. "You remember what to say tomorrow when we go the general store right?" "You need the job and I doubt you want to miss the opportunity" "I saw you eyeing that dress yesterday!" Mary said. You knew she was right. "Yes but that's not the only reason I'm getting a job" "I'm not letting you pay rent all on your own" "I live here now" you stated. Mary nodded in agreement. "Fair point" she said. You set the pot on simmer once all the ingredients and spices were in. While the pot was simmering you turned on the radio. You sang and tapped your feet to the smooth jazz. Eventually you and Mary ended up dancing together. You both giggled. 

30 mins later

You served you and Mary bowls of the stew. You both ate happily. "mmmmm this is delicious!" you said. Mary nodded. "I agree!" she replied. You both finished your stew and then Mary decided to do the dishes since you did most of the cooking. You were the better cook after all. "I'll do the dishes!" she offered. "ok" you said, shrugging. You went to the bathroom upstairs and got ready for bed. It was a long day today. It was your first day in New Orleans and you were exhausted already. You yawned. Once you were done you got dressed into your pajamas and slid into the bed sighing as you snuggled the blankets. You fell fast asleep hoping you would get the job tomorrow. Eventually your sister also went to bed. Her room was the door after yours. You both slept soundly into the night unaware of what gruesome act was about to happen for the millionth time in the city of New Orleans. Trouble was brewing yet again.

Alastor POV

Alastor left his home late at night. His knife in his pocket. He also brought equipment that he would need to rip out the organs from his victim. He acted normal until he reached the city. Alastor lived on the edge of town near the forest in his mansion. He hid in the shadows and waiting for a poor soul to come into the alleyway. A sadistic smile formed on his lips when he saw his target. Alastor chuckled darkly. The stranger walked into the alleyway and Alastor followed close behind. You see this person didn't do anything wrong. He simply just wanted a quick midnight snack. The chilly night air found its way into the alley and his victim shivered. They keep walking completely unaware of who or what was behind them. The stranger was a man in his 30s. Most likely rich. Alastor didn't need his money. He needed the mans body parts and organs. He licked his lips. Alastor grabs the man and held the knife to his throat. He chuckled darkly. "Bonjour monsieur...now may I ask why are you walking around this part of town dressed like that?" he asked, whispering into the mans ear. The man froze in fear, shaking. "P-Please...d-don't hurt me...y-you can have as much m-money as you w-want..." he pleaded. Alastor presses the knife harder but not enough to kill the man. His eyes turned red. He could just smell the mans blood and fear. He smiled widely like a mad man. "Oh? My good friend its not your money I want haha!" "No no no...I require something else..." he explained, pressing the knife harder until blood started to pool out" The man screamed but was muffled by Alastor's other hand. "MM!" the man muffled screamed into his hand. Panic started rushing in as the man began to struggle. Alastor chuckled sadistically, still smiling. He removed his knife from the man's neck and then pinned him against the wall. Alastor pinned the mans arms with his left hand and then he took out a meat cleaver and put the other knife down. The man struggled. Alastor snaps his fingers and then a shadow appeared. Oh how he loved using voodoo. The shadow grabbed one arm and Alastor grabbed the other. He chopped off the left arm. The man screamed in agony. Alastor then chopped off the right arm. The man was loosing a lot of blood and fast. Alastor just smiled. He was enjoying himself. He had to act quick though since his victim was dying fast since cutting off an arm only gives about 3 minutes until death. Alastor wanted to slice that fragile neck. He then grabs his knife and slices the mans neck and then lets the man go. The body falls to the floor, motionless. Not before he heard gurgles. Alastor tells his shadow it can go and then licks his knife. He hummed in approval. That was some good blood. He licked his lips. Alastor then cut out the mans organs carefully. He took the liver and kidney. He cleaned his equipment and got rid of any evidence that could lead to him. Alastor was hungry and he knew it but he never ate the meat raw. It was unhygienic to do so. He will make a very tasty jambalaya! Alastor hummed "your never fully dressed without a smile" while walking away from the gruesome crime scene he had just created. He made sure to not leave any evidence behind. HAHAHAHAHA STAY TUNED NEW ORLEANS