Look Like an Angel {Alive Alastor X fem reader}

Hunt.

3:40 am.

You laughed manically, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
The night sky glittered above you, a curtain of shade masked any of your definable features.
The figure ahead of you messily tumbled and tripped .

He was no match for your experience and grace. You ran underneath the prickling light. Every step felt like a dance.
For you, it was the dance you performed every week. For your scum-of-the-earth victims? A dance with death herself.

Soon, the rapist you had been chasing grew tired.

He could no longer hear the mental laugh of that crazed lady anymore. He slowed and turned behind him. She was gone.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe he would pay for his sins another da-

He took an involuntary sharp breath.

A warm feeling spread across him. He looked back. A crazed smile was spread across the lady's face.
Stinging pain grew from his shoulder. His eyes flicked to his upper arm in horror.

That sound had been the splatter of blood ripped from his body. A silver knife was lodged between his joint. Before he had a chance to scream in horror, the silver handle of a gun came hurdling towards his head.
Everything went black.

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6:00 am

You strolled into the main part of your shop. The city was only now starting to stir, an array of businessmen walking to their early morning jobs, followed by a few ladies trying to make enough to survive on their minimum-wage salaries.

You were lucky enough to have inherited a successful little cafe in the quieter part of New Orleans. It had always been applauded for its unique taste within it's food and drinks.

You looked over at the freshly baked goods, all made from the flesh of last nights' hunt. Only visible from inside the counter, a a tub of slightly thick, deep red liquid sat underneath it.

Of course the treats were made with human flesh. The only reason a rainbow of colours lined the glass panel was because the flesh had to be stained with tones of food colouring. However the drinks, weren't that far from normal drinks.

Aside from the fact that a quarter of each one were mixed with raw blood. If it was a light drink, it tended to tint the colour slightly.
If it was a bitter, dark drink, it only made it all the more appealing.

You questioned why people didn't get sick from the flesh you served them. But you thought about how long your cafe had ran through the family. Perhaps the locals had built up some sort of immunity?
It was a long shot, but all you could come up with at the time.

That little theory was the reason you had a second batch of items on the go that hadn't been twisted with human flesh and seasoned with black blood. If any newcomers came to the cafe, you would give them the second batch.

If they became a regular, you would slowly ease them into the normal habits of your cooking until eventually, they were at the same pace as everyone else.

Ding,ding,ding.
You were snapped out of your thoughts as the bell to your cafe sung. A pair of young women strolled in, giggling at each others words. You instantly adopted a people-pleaser persona.
"Hello girls, what can I get you today?" You smiled.
The blondie stared at the assortment of delicacies, before pointing towards a batch of pralines. You smiled.
Good, she's not a regular, and pralines are one of the only things you don't ever mix with human. Pralines are a delicate recipe that should never be tampered with.
You had grown up getting excited every time grandma did her cooking, knowing that there would always be a batch of pralines made with her secret recipe.
The recipe for pralines was only shared with the women of the family. It was some sort of ancient tradition you never understood, but vowed to follow. That's why every time your brother visited, you had a large batch of the dessert that he would promptly shove into his gob within a millisecond of seeing them.
You were the current 'leader' of the family. With your older relatives all having passed, you were the first born, over your brother, which meant he would lead a more normal life, while you would continue the cafe. Your family had many traditions, and sort of rules as well.