I wake up in a startle. I gasp in the air. Not again. I didn't see her face. I tried. I really tried. I grip my head. Dammit. Ten years. Ten years and still no fucking answer. I slam back into the pillows. What am I missing? There has to be something right?
"Master? Are you alright?" My Shadow asks.
"Why do I keep going?" I ask.
"I'm sorry?" My Shadow asks.
"It's been ten years and nothing." I sigh.
I put my arm over my face. I've searched for almost ten years. In the last year, I can't get through one night. Now more so. Every year when that time is nearing the nightmares keep pilling onto it.
"There is something. Or someone." My Shadow asks.
"Really?" I sit up.
He hands me a photo. An old snuffy man with a beard.
"Drug dealer I assume?" I ask.
"Yes. He's been dealing with the mark." He says.
"Where does he sell?" I ask.
"Thirty-two street. Under the bridge." He says.
Let's go pay him a visit." I was about to sit up.
Antony's hand was on my chest. Gripping my waist. I look at him. His face was pressed against the pillow. I let out a breath.
"Tomorrow afternoon." I look up at him.
"Yes, master." My Shadow says.
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TerrorAnother Alastor Human AU! But this one is so different. His mother was killed at age 12 and he forces himself to become a vigilante. Discovering evidence to find whoever killed his mother. He has nightmares almost every night knowing his 24th birthd...
