Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 23

Pen drawing I did of our Fawn, featuring my cousin's drawings lol.

Alastor's POV

I let out a satisfied sigh as I successfully peeled away the last of Henry's skin.

God, I've been wanting to do that for months.

His body hit the floor with a wet thud as he laid in a puddle of his own blood and other fluids. He had died in the middle of me skinning him alive, ruining that fun aspect of it, but hey, I still got to kill the fucker.

Wiping a bit of sweat off my brow, I checked the time.

My eyes widened when I realized I'd been torturing him for nearly three hours.

"Oh, shit..." I mumbled under my breath. Looking down at my mess, I scoffed and kicked his large body.

Then I went to the rotary phone on my desk and dialed a quick number.

The phone rang once, twice...on the third ring a little peppy voice came through.

"This is Niffty speaking, how may I serve you?" She answered in a chipper tone, and I chuckled.

"Formal as always, Niffty darling. I made quite the mess at the studio, would you mind cleaning up for me? I need to go home and check on something," I said and Niffty answered promptly.

"Sir, yes sir!" She chirped, and hung up.

Quickly I gathered my leather coat and removed my gloves. A soft tune fell past my lips as I prepared to leave, but suddenly a pit formed in my stomach.

Like a led ball just sitting there.

A cold chill ran up my back, and all my senses were on high alert as I looked around me. Why am I on edge?

Something is wrong...

"Fawn..." I whispered, my eyes widening slightly as I practically sprinted out of the studio. I was going to wait for Niffty, but I just feel like something is horribly wrong.

In practically the blink of an eye I was rapidly approaching my house. The car skidded to a stop atop the gravel, and I hurriedly hopped out of my seat, not even bothering to close the door behind me.

"Fawn?" I called out, trotting up to the house.

The moment I stepped onto the porch and the door was wide open, I bursted into a full sprint.

"Fawn!" I called out, my blood now surging through my veins. The living room was ransacked, and the wall by the stairs had a huge crack in it.

A cold feeling settled in my chest and I put my hand over the center of it. Am I...afraid?

"Fawn, sweetie, answer me!" I called out, breathing heavily at this point. On the floor, by the stairs as well, was my radio practically shattered into pieces.

What the hell happened here.

Walking up to my room, I closed my eyes as I ascended the steps. Trying to imagine what took place...

When I finally got to my room, my hand went over my mouth. The door was wide open, and my bed was messed up slightly.

As well as my dresser being put on its front, all my knickknacks littering the floor.

My fists clenched and I stepped over the debris, noticing one of my side tables had been sifted through.

Then my heart completely dropped when I saw my pistol was missing.

I nearly hurdled over the dresser, a sense of doom just looming over my head as I franticly searched for her.

Where the hell is she! Please...