Time Warp (Alastor x OC)

Ch 34

Anotha' one.

Might change her design slightly, I don't think it looks sharp enough.

Mindy:
Height: 5'8 (without heels)
Hair color: chestnut brown, short and styled up.
Eyes: sharp blue, very striking.
Scent: floral (very overpowering)

Her attitude is a bit like Katy Killjoy, she's really full of herself and narcissistic. She "likes" Alastor, meaning she finds him and his money attractive, but there's absolutely nothing deeply emotional behind it.

She is fully convinced that Al will fall for her one day, and loathes that Fawn is getting so much attention from him, basically having the fear of losing her "future" cash-cow.

Fawn's POV

When Alastor and I got to the radio station, he stopped out front and turned to me. I looked up at him with a smile and he returned it.

"Alright dear...I don't want you do go too terribly far, but you know your way around so I'm confident you'll be just fine. Whenever you're finished looking around meet me back here at the studio," he said. I nodded, lifting my hand in a wave before I turned to part ways with him.

Then my eyes widened when he stopped me, taking my wrist gently into his hand. He tugged me back towards him and brought one hand up to the back of my neck.

I was confused about what was happening until I felt his lips press against my forehead very gently.

The moment was quick, and he released me as fast as he'd grabbed me. Heat crawled up my neck and I stared up at him with parted lips and wide eyes.

"Please be careful, cher," he said softly, seemingly unfazed by my shock, "and here..."

Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet, sifting through the bills before he grabbed one and handed it to me.

"Take this, use it for food and whatever else you want. You don't seem too enamored by material items, but if you see something you want, get it," he said, almost sounding like an order.

I looked up at his gentle smile as I took the 20 dollar bill, glancing at it briefly before I put it away into my pocket.

"T-thanks," I stuttered slightly, still flustered over the affection he just showed me.

His warm smile turned into a smirk, and he ruffled my hair, "you look positively lovely with your cheeks all rosy like that, sweetie...well, I must go now, I'll see you later today," he said, turning and walking into the station before I could respond.

Leaving me to stand there a blushing mess.

It took me a moment, but I composed myself, shaking off the flurry of butterflies that flooded my stomach before setting off on my own.

As I walked down the long stretch of sidewalk, my brain was stuck on that moment. Last night when he kissed my head I thought he was just tired, but now there's no doubt that he definitely meant to do that.

Am I reading too much into this? Should I feel this way over something so simple?

All he did was tell me to be safe, and there's nothing romantic about that but I just...

I sighed softly, shaking my head.

These feelings for him are silly, and dangerous.

He is dangerous.

He is a dangerous, manipulative, psycho serial killer who doesn't care about anyone but himself...

At least... that's what I thought...