"Alastor!"
You gasped and instinctively placed a hand over your racing heart. Instantly turning on your heels and taking a step back to distance yourself from him.
He stood looking back at you with soft eyes, and a tight, faux smile.
What struck you as odd, even though it didn't sink in until later- was that he didn't look menacing. Or at least, he gave no signs of coming off that way.
His posture wasn't defensive, nor did he bare any hint of malice or wickedry on his face. Both hands within your view and he held no weapon in either. Alastor also stood in one spot, not making any steps to move closer to you. Also not in any way in front of the doorway; clearly having no intent on blocking your only way out of the room.
He almost looked... disappointed, actually.
"This is awkward." He sighed uncomfortably. "I know this looks bad, but... Alright, it's bad. This is very bad. I can't talk my way out of this."
"What the fuck??" You blurted out. Still feeling your heart in your throat as adrenaline was surging through your veins.
"Well that's a body," he said, pointing at it with his index finger. "and-"
"Alastor I KNOW what the fuck I'm looking at." You interrupted. Still clearly feeling panicked, taking another step or two back in a subconscious attempt to move away from danger. You didn't realize in your panicked state that you had started crying. "I meant why??"
"Would you prefer to have this conversation now, or would you like to exit the room that smells like pungent rot, first?"
His nonchalance was almost maddening. But maybe it wasn't a bad sign. Despite you backing away from him, he had not even taken a step towards you. He didn't look threatening; more like, a child who got caught with his hand in the cookie-jar. He looked guilty and almost ashamed.
Perhaps there was use in stepping back for a moment and just digesting the situation. Clearly he was allowing you the chance, he wasn't making any advances to disregard your safety and well-being.
Yet, anyway.
"...I think I need a minute." You stated. Turning slightly away from him but keeping your eye-line aimed at the floor in front of you; avoiding looking at the body and settling for just layers of splatter and shoe-print shaped blood stains.
Alastor raised a brow, but nevertheless kept quiet as you gathered your thoughts and composure. No doubt your mind was racing faster than you could keep up. Admittedly, by now he was rather curious to know how you'd react beyond this point. Perhaps even a little relieved too that the cat was finally out of the bag; he didn't have to hide it anymore.
Thinking about it quickly, you rationalized that you could have tried to run away by now. But he wasn't preventing you from leaving the room. He wasn't approaching you, and he wasn't giving any inclination that doom was impending.
"You... made me trust you, when you were doing these things behind my back..." you stated, swallowing hard. "I thought I could trust you..." you reiterated. Now aware of the tears streaming down your soft cheeks as fear was not gone but did start to diminish, now weaving with rocky wave of betrayal.
"I did not wish for you to find out... But, shame on me for trying to hide such a secret while perusing you. I realize that was wrong. I should have been more honest from the get-go."
"...I have questions." You finally said after a long pause. "But please, please for the love of god don't hurt me..."
His brows knit close together and he frowned slightly.
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Fanfiction"You must be her." The gentleman in the center said. His already present smile widening into a toothy grin as he tipped his hat to you. "Enchantée." You recognized his voice as the man who had been doing most of the talking. "Who are you?" You choke...
