Hunting a Mate (Yandere Alastor x reader)

Observation

He made his appearance known in the hotel for what he deemed a decent amount of time before he disappeared into the streets of hell, and his house, until his 'time' came and went.

What disturbed him the most though, was that this time, instead of just rubbing himself against the pillow to ease the pressure/pain like he always did, his mind began to reply a memory that involved a certain fish creature. Over and over.

Needless to say, he spent twice as long in the bath trying to clean himself at the mere thought of sharing his bed with the creature. Even if it made his body twitch in a good way.

As soon as he was certain the 'issue' was gone though, he immediately began making his appearance through the streets like usual on his way to the hotel. Flaring the dramatics like he always did and acting as if he hadn't disappeared for two weeks.

Charlie, the charming lady that she is, acted as if he had been on vacation. HA!

A few days after returning to his usual routine, he wandered the halls of the hotel trying to think of new ways to attract new 'clients' when he faintly heard the sound of, humming? It wasn't coming from Charlie, he had just left her in the lobby talking to Angel and Vaggie.

It wasn't Nifty's either, her humming was higher pitch and child-like. And it was most certainly not Husker's and Mimzy had left that morning. So it could only mean one person.

The new 'patient'. It had to be. Just thinking about them sent a tingle down his back that was slightly unnerving. He found himself following the noise before he even knew what he was doing.

The noise grew louder, and Alastor moved as if he was running on air, as if the voice was urging him to move faster to find it.

The last time he had ever felt such an adrenaline rush like this was when he had killed his last victim before he was shot.

But that was a story for another time. Because he was now standing in front of the door that helped the siren's voice. Their room.

Why did he come here? What excuse could he come up with that would warrant him to be here in the first place? Maybe the remnants of his cycle were still lingering that he saw this person as a potential mate? No, that was ridiculous. The scent was no longer strong to the point of obsession, even around the building, he would have passed it off as nothing more than a flimsy spray bottle if it hadn't been for the singing.

Mentally frowning, Alastor forced his legs to leave the corridor, he did not want to be seen by the person, Y/n, by any means until he could understand what was wrong with him.

His first meeting was during lunch, he decided to cook because he needed to do something that didn't involve walking or sitting in a chair. This felt, therapeutic to him if he was being honest. Which he was, most of the time.

Anyway, Charlie had invited everyone down and everyone took a seat. Except for the new patient, who was shuffling along the floor trying not to walk into anything. He pretended he didn't see you and focused on Charlie until they sat down, clumsily.

He didn't comment on it as he was busy pouring the food contents onto the plates. The utensils were already on the table so all he had to do was hand everyone their plates. Then he heard whispers.

"I know you tried the Jambalaya before, but Alastor's cooking of other dishes are the best, we always look forward to them when he decides to cook" it was Charlie.

Ah, compliments to his cooking were always the best to hear when he 'felt generous'.

"I don't doubt it, he's the reason I enjoy Jambalaya again without getting upset of how I died" you whispered back.