A Face Made For Daylight

I'm constantly on the cusp of tryin' to kiss you

*gif was removed because of virgin prudes who can't handle life*
** holy hell what a long day!!! So sorry I know it's so late but I had my entire schedule changed on me. 

Only 3 more chapters!!!  I put a note at the end of this chapter after you read ❤️

Smut warning 😬😬 there is A LOT happening post smut so make sure you stay.
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First day of Spring, 1970 - Seattle

Alistair paced around the mansion waiting for the sun to come out through the clouds. It was a dark and cloudy morning .  He scowled looking around his new home in Seattle.

He couldn't hide in California anymore.  No matter where he went, the sun was always shining.  No matter what lair he tried to build, the sun always came through.

His mansion was empty, dark, and large.  He can hear Marcus in the kitchen and knew Jackson was near by.  He paced waiting for the rays hoping that the sun would actually emerge from the clouds.  Seattle was too damp, too dark, and too miserable for him.

"Alistair?"  Nathaniel walked into the room. "It's time." 

Alistair turned to the window and saw he was in luck.  The sun would emerge from the clouds today.

He smirked looking back at Nathaniel.  "I have a good feeling about this one.  Jessica.  She's in love with me."

Nathaniel shifted awkwardly.  "Um----her name is Jennifer actually."  Alistair furrowed his brows smiling.

"Who fucking cares, she loves me---well---"  Alistair arched his brow pursing his lip. 

He continued. "I had to compel her first but she seems to like coming back for seconds.  So Julia has got to be the one."  Alistair winked patting Nathaniel on the back.

"Again it's Jennifer." Nathaniel stated.

"Fuck — keep your pants on The Magic Land of Allakazam!" Alistair smirked knowing Nathaniel hated the popular 1960s magic show.

Nathaniel pressed his lips down knowing this was a lost cause.  He didn't want to correct him but he also knew he couldn't stand by to watch this. They completed the ritual at midnight every year since the curse began.  This would be the 4th.  And every year Nathaniel tried to explain to Alistair how he needed the love to be pure and genuine but Alistair insisted to compel and feed.  He went after models, and any pretty face. 

He sighed watching Alistair step outside.  Waiting for the inevitable.  Nathaniel mouthed to himself. "In fucking----10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1---"

Alistair screamed as the sun burned him.  Nathaniel watched Alistair leap back into the house slamming his body against the wall.  His clothes were burned, his skin bubbled, slowly healing.  Alistair winced in pain as the burning subsided and he healed.  He gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw.

"FUCK!"  He turned to the wall punching it, putting his arm through it.  Alistair pulled his arm out and smashed a nearby vase.  It crashed into his record player causing a song to skip, landing on a new tune.  The song played around him as he paced grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw.

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

"Someone is grumpy this morning!" A beaming tall brunette walked in smiling with a cup of coffee. "What's the matter baby?"

Alistair turned his head slowly to her pushing his tongue against his cheek.  He scoffed laughing.  Nathaniel sighed knowing he couldn't stand by and watch this again. It was cruel and unnecessary.