Til Death Do Us Part (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 12: Or Is It?

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~~~~~Third person POV~~~~~
Alastor and Y/N kill regularly, almost as a form of "date night". She lures out greasy looking men,  using her beauty against them, and Alastor finishes them off, then they hide the body together, wash up, and have very passionate lovemaking.

This cycle has been going on for weeks. Y/N enjoyed the thrill, the adrenaline of pushing a venom and poison soaked needle through the skin directly into an artery, ultimately causing them to become paralyzed.

Alastor was the brains behind it all, coming up with a plan soon after Y/N was almost kidnapped, but he still went out into the town late at night on occasion, searching for prey he could devour, since their victims' blood was laced with her putrid concoction.

Y/N knew of this, and wholeheartedly supported her husband's cannibalistic hobbies, but never participated. He never pushed for her to become like him in that way, either. Sure, he offered once, in which she politely declined. He of course, responded with.

"Splendid! More for me." With a hungry grin.

She also knows of his extended knowledge in voodoo, once walking in on him caressing a doll of her. She never questioned if the doll was real, but it made her feel safe, in a way, but, she did wonder where Alastor got ahold of her hair.

Y/N smiled at the not so distant memories of her beloved. It was one of the nights she spent mostly alone, awaiting Alastor's return with a mangled corpse, then they would dismember the body together. The grandfather clock ticked lowly in the distance, and she glanced over at it, frowning slightly.

3:47 am. That's later than usual. She slipped on a coat over her button up shirt and 'gutting pants', as she called them then headed into the dense forrest. Autumn had fully engulfed Louisiana, and a chill ran through the air. A barn owl hoots in the distance making her jump. Alastor usually took his victims to a very particular place in the forrest, farthest away from the town and other houses.

It wasnt far from their home, but time seemed to drag as she trenched though the forest, arms crossed. The sound of Alastor's laughter finally reaches her ears, and she holds her breath, trying to be as quiet as possible, like a lioness sneaking upon her prey.

There Alastor stood, drenched from head to toe in blood, it wasn't often he would get that messy, but it must be a special occasion in his life. The dismembered victim lay face up, intestines and eyes missing. She leaned against a tree, waiting for him to notice her, then his voice reached her ears.

"Y/N, you can't sneak up on me that easily, dear. Are you enjoying the show?" His voice was barely a whisper, but it rang clearly to her. She smiled widely, sneaking up to him, then pouncing. She slung her arms around his slim waist, covering them in the warm, sticky blood.

"Of course I am when it's you~. Patience was never really my style, was it?" She smugly said, snuggling her head into his back. A chuckle reverberates in his chest. The sound of his raw, genuine laughter never ceased to make her heart flutter, as if it burst into a million butterflies. Alastor seemed to always make her heart palpitate in such ways some would assume she's going into cardiac arrest, but little does she know, she has the same effect onto him.

"Care to help me dispose of this weasel? I ended up not wanting to devour his flesh, for he was covered in tattoos. They make the flesh bitter. I'm disappointed, but I always have tomorrow." He sighs, turning to her and wrapping his arms around her, fully submitting to her. it had been a long day, and his small smile seemed to strain slightly in exhaustion.

She rubbed his soft hair, humming a song lowly, one from earlier that day in the studio. She had become the mystery woman of the radio. People loved listening to her talk, and once, her and Alastor sang together. Alastor guessed his listeners had tripled. Most know or have strong suspicion about Y/N, and most calls had been about her recently. Questions range from "Is this soft spoken dame your wife? Fitting for such an eccentric man!", "How does she speak so well? Sounds like someone who attended classes!", and the most famous, from heartbroken female fans: "You're off the market now?"