Fawn ♡Alastor x Reader♡

NEW ORLEANS

~~(Y/N) POV~~~

      "You're going to have loads of fun here! I can show you all of the best sights around, my little fawn!" Radio chirps happily as he walks with my shadow, his blue eyes seeming to shine with excitement.
       "Radio, you seem more excited to be here than me." I claim with a small laugh while getting off the bus and looking around. The buildings are beautiful.
     "You're welcome for my amazing idea of bring you here! You're going to have a great time!"
"Oh yeah? How 'bout we find a hotel room first?" I say before getting a hum in reply.
"Hey, you! Hey! Girl with the messy (h/c) hair!"
Messy? I think self consciously as I poke at my hair as I turn. "I didn't think my hair was messy?" I say as the black man walks over.
       "Sorry-"
       My eyes widen as I realize who he is. "You're the guy who told the driver to slow down for me. Thank you." I say with a smile to him.
     "Ah, no problem. Just glad you got on." The brown haired man replies with a smile.
       "I don't like this man." Radio claims as I glance down to my shadow and see him glaring to the man and even starting to pick at the bottom of his jeans.
       "I'm (Y/n)!" I say quickly as the man starts to look down at his feet.
       "Chance Rowell. Nice to meet you." Chance says while holding his hand out for me to shake. "So what brings you down to New Orleans?" He asks with a smile.
       "Oh, just trauma. Nothing special."
"Oh, just a long awaited vacation I guess." I lie with a smile as I reshoulder my bag.
"You seem a bit shaken up. I know a good restaurant down the street, my treat." He claims and I look at him a little surprised.
"Sure. Why not?" I say before following him.
      "Do you have no sense of safety? This is clearly a death sentence!"
"Free food is free food, Radio. This'll be my first real meal since I don't know when!"
"Did you say something, (Y/n)?"
"Not a word."
      "You wound me, little fawn."

{Time Skip} ~~SAME POV~~

"Wait, wait, wait," Chance stumbles with a laugh as he holds his mug. "so you're saying that you've only listens to this one old radio show from the thirties?" He questions and I nod.
"They're recordings that my aunt had and it's only about theses murders that happened. She was trying to write a book on the host and how he did these killing sprees that he always praised on his radio show." I explain to him before stuffing waffle into my mouth. Damn, these are so good. I think happily as I cut another piece while I chew.
"Did she ever get far?" He asks and I shrug.
"Dunno. She died when I was seven and left me with her ass of a husband." I claim nonchalantly as I look out the window. "Don't know if you noticed but there was a man chasing me. That was him. He sent me to the store for his pregnant wife, she's a real bitch too, and I got what I needed using his money and then for bus fare."
       "I can get you more money, fawn. It's just too bright right now for me to do much. Now can we leave? I still don't trust this man." Radio interjects as I nearly flinch at his staticky voice.
"You okay? You looked freaked out for some reason." Chance asks and I nod.
"Sorry, thought I heard something." I lie before smiling as I hear Radio scoff.
"Do you like history? There's a museum about Louisiana close by." The brown haired man offers happily while nodding behind me.
"No, I shouldn't. I have to find a room and save my-"
      "Go, it'll be dark and I can pickpocket from people in there." Radio quickly says and I replace my confused look with a smile.
"Sure. I can actually live now. Let's go." I reply to Chance before finishing my food and standing. "This'll be fun. I've never been to a museum before." I say while slipping my bag on as he lays down a tip then goes and pays at the counter.
"Right this way, gorgeous." Chance says with a smile while holding open the door for me.

~~ALASTOR {RADIO} POV~~

I don't trust this bastard. I think while lurking in (Y/n)'s shadow. He's up to something. I think before raising my arm and tripping him as he's laughing with her.
"Woah!"
I internally curse as the girl catches him as he stumbles before asking for his well-being. Don't touch him! He's filthy! I growl, making her give me an annoyed look as the man looks around. I roll my eyes before following in her shadow without doing anything else. He's nothing special. He's too weak to kill anyone in a fun way. I think before watching as she pats for her entry then we enter in the museum.
       I'll make sure you live greatly until you'll take my deal. You'll have all you want. I think with a sneer as I pickpocket a family that's looking around at an old army uniform. Then you'll be mine. I think before I turn my head as I hear a loud laugh before it become stifled.
     "Sorry, sorry." (Y/n) apologizes as her and Rowell stand in front of a portrait of a man.
      "So she's a sucker for jokes?" Rowell claims, making me grit my teeth.
      Don't charm her, you prick! I think before retracting myself to be closer to her as I start to quickly get more money from passerby's. "I finished getting us money. I've got us over two hundred. Let's leave, fawn." I demand while pulling on the bottom of her jeans.
       "I'm having fun, Radio. We won't be in here more than an hour." (Y/n) replies in a whisper with a smile as she looks to Rowell who's reading from a panel on the wall beside a display.
       "No, we have to leave now. It's getting dark outside and the killers come out at night." I claim while tugging harder to urge her away.
       "Radio, just go somewhere else." She huffs while kicking at my shadow.
       Don't even try that, you little brat. I think angrily before pulling her into a corner and growing into her full shadow. "You listen to me, little fawn! We need to leave this place and go somewhere safe! That man has evil thoughts and he wants to kill you!" I hiss while grabbing her shoulders. "We must-"
      "(Y/n)! Come look at this!" Rowell calls from around the corner, making me shrink from sight.
      "Coming, Chance." (Y/n) says before glancing back at my shadow.
      Damnit. I curse before opening my eyes.
      "Hey, Al. You doin' okay over there?" Charlie asks with a nice smile towards me.
      "I'm doing just fine, my dear! Just fine!" I say, putting a smile on my face.
      "Need a lap dance, Allie?"
      "Stay away from me Angel."

~~(Y/N) POV~~

     Chance wouldn't want to kill me. He's a nice man. I've lived in an abusive house and would know if someone meant me harm. I think while walking with the man. Right?
     "Ah yes, the infamous Radio Killer."
     "Radio Killer?" I question before getting closer.

     THE RADIO KILLER:
He was a man who would kill his victims gruesomely, bury them in a deer hunting preserve, and later report on the on his radio show. He was from the—

      "Don't scream. Or I'll shoot you now."

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