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 its 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?" Alastor was straightforward in his own Alastor-y way, but he leaves out her name, and gives little clues to his fans. They eat this up like Alastor eats human flesh (Im sorry), and beg for more information on the woman who stole his heart. A few listeners remember him talking about her that fateful day a few years ago, but most simply forgot.
Alastor finally removes himself, cutting her from her daze. He seemed recharged by the hug, and practically bounced where he stood in excitement, his smile less strained more genuine.
"Not a moment to waste, my doe! It would be absolutely incredible if we could just dispose of this... husk of a man. Id much rather be spending my time with you in bed." He said, his expression being softening. He didn't mean it sexually, but Y/N took it like that, and giggles at his words, before draping a hand over his shoulder, smirking.
"At least take me to dinner first, Alastor, you naughty boy." She seductively says, smirking hard by the end of her spiel. He turns bright red, stammering when he responds to her straightforward comment.
"M-my dear. I-I didn't mean-... but I'd be happy to-" She cuts him off, laughing loudly before he finishes, and his posture straightens, the shy grin stretching thin, making the corner of his eyes crinkle.
"Y/N." He starts, her laughing ceasing as soon as she heard his tone. She knew he was just joking around with her, but that doesn't mean he isn't a great actor, either. The first time he had done this, she said out-loud.
"Ah, so this is how I perish." With a nonchalant expression. He couldn't keep a straight face afterwards, and bursted out laughing harder than she had ever heard. He hugged his sides with such fervor, and tears streamed down his cheeks. Y/N wasn't afraid, but she knew if Alastor ever decided to turn on her, she would just let him, her final breath would not be in vein. She puffs out her cheeks, muttering an apology, and Al's stare softens, and he lets out a soft chuckle while shaking his head.
"Come on, dear. I want to snuggle. We haven't got all night." He sang out, walking towards the massacred body. She makes her way towards the body, but stops upon hearing dogs barking far off in the distance. They rule it out to be strays and continue to slowly make their way towards the marsh. They trek through the forest, sticks and leaves crunching under their matching brown boots. Alastor works very hard to keep their murdering clothes as clean as possible, but a small stain here or there can be seen. Y/N steals glances towards Alastor's calm expression, and smiles at him. He catches her staring, like usual, but pretends he doesn't see her, in fear she will stop. Every time she glances his way, it makes his heart warm, and his palms get sweaty. He would never admit it to her, though. The marsh is finally coming into view, the gators and turtles retreating into the water upon seeing them. They knew their meals were coming. Sometimes, Y/N and Alastor would watch them feast upon the remnants of their killings with pleasure, from a safe distance, of course. The comfortable silence between the newly weds enveloped them, leaving the natural sounds of the cool forrest, and on occasion, dogs barking in the distance. Squirrels, rabbits, and mice make way for the dangerous duo, leaving their path devoid of life. They reach the edge of the marsh, smiling at each other while throwing the body in. The dismembered man lands with a loud splash, sending ripples through the murky water that shone with the full moon. Alastor and Y/N begin their journey back to their beautiful home, clasping their hands together, each smiling with such love and delight in their eyes.
About half way through the trek, the dogs' barking gets louder, and low growls could be heard. The hair on their necks stands straight up, and they both stop, like two deer in the headlights. They stand completely still, frozen in fear. Then it happened.
Y/N screams when the first shot goes off, it sounds like a rifle. Then, the thud beside her.She turns towards her lover, seeing he is not here. She looks down, and there he lay, motionless, lifeless. Alastor's eyes were open, his cheaters laying respectfully beside him with blood splattered onto the clean lenses, and the sticky red substance runs from an open wound in the center of his forehead. His smile gone. Forever. Before she registers what's happening, the second shot goes off, and she's on the ground, her back searing in pain. She reaches towards her lover, taking his already cooling hand within her own with a whimper. The sounds of running footsteps and heavy, bestial, breathing reaches her ears. Three large dogs begin to attack her and her lover. She lets out a scream when the alpha of the pack locks his jaws onto her face, ripping into her eye socket and jaw. Still, her eyes lock onto Alastor, who was also being mauled by the two other dogs. Her labored breathing is all she begins to hear, and her eyes become heavy. She feels her own blood dripping down the sides of her face and into her working eye, staining the world red.
This cannot be how we go out. She thinks, her eyes burning holes into whatever is left of her husband. She catches a glance at her beautiful ring, now covered in her's and Alastor's blood.

But at least I was with you.

Falling.

Falling...

Falling...?

Two strong arms brace her from the ground below her, and she dares to open her eyes. She is met with a red sky. Then, a ghostly white face, with the widest, sadistic grin she had ever seen. Two-toned deer ears and hair stick up, and she notices two small black antlers as well as piercing red eyes. Her own smile begins to widen as she finally begins to register what had happened.
She is dead, and so is Alastor, and they are definitely in Hell.
"Alastor..." She begins, and he cuts her off by placing a gentle kiss to her lips.
"Caught you, my little doe~ Seems like I was the one meant to catch you, after all. Now, shall we paint this world redder than it is, my dear?" He questions while placing her onto the ground, but keeps ahold of her hand. She notices the ring still placed upon her finger, and her smile widens an incredible amount. In a world of damnation, cruelty, and evil, she still has him, and he has her. She feels the evil taking over her body, and watches as her once charming strawberry deer turns into something more. Something terrifying. Her voice comes out in a growl when she responds to him.
"Let's, my stag~" She replies, taking her clawed hand into his own.
"Splendid!" His manic laughter is music to her ears as they take over the town. Just as he promised not so long ago, they would take over hell as their new overlords, the sounds of music trailing after them not long after.

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So... um. That's the first part of this book complete! I hope you all enjoy it! I enjoy writing for you all! Thank you for this opportunity.
Until next time my deers~<33333333
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