𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

Chapter 4- The painter

Warning: gore and murder

~ One week Time skip~

Alastors POV:

I've made it a habit to go to that small cafe every morning. It's a nice little place and the girl who works there is very polite and I'm happy to talk to her each morning.

She's thankful for the radio and always makes my coffee ready before I walk in which is appreciated.

As I was walking to the radio station I saw a street painter. He looked up at me with an annoyed expression.

"Hey you! You look like you got money want me to paint you a picture? I'm fucking amazing at it. Look at my pieces right ere!" He shouted.

I looked down at the pieces of  "art", they looked like they were painted a 10 year old. In fact a 10 year old could do better. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

He grabbed my shoulder tightly. "HEY! Fuck you these are fucking masterpieces right ere" He angrily told me.

As much as I wanted to slaughter him right there, It was too risky.

I turned around and gripped his wrist tightly. For a moment he looked shocked but went back to his annoyed expression.

"Please do not touch me. I don't want your artwork. I don't think your art is worth any amount of money. Maybe if you learned some manners you'd have someone buying your paintings but that's doubtful since they look like a child has made them. To be honest I don't see a difference, you are acting like a begging child on the street. Goodbye. Sir. " I aggressively told him  and let go of his wrist.

"You're so fucking lucky the fuzz is over there" he spat as he walked away.

Well that's my plans for the evening sorted out. What a perfect day for a tragedy.
"I wonder what the headlines will be" I quietly said to myself with a Wide smile on my face.

~time skip~

"And that's it for today ladies and gentlemen! Tune in tomorrow for more news and music. Remember to stay safe. The killer still hasn't been found yet and you might be next... Farewell my listeners have a great evening!"

I looked up and the 'on air' light flickered off. A sigh escaped my mouth as I leaned back in my chair.

It's been a while since I've murdered someone and my next victim looks like fun.

I put my knife in my pocket and left the station.

As I walked down the street with my hands held loosely behind my back I noticed that the painter's set up was still there and so was he.

"Look who returned, your real fucking stupid pal to be coming back. *hic* Here I'll be kind... I'll give you a five second head start before I hurt ya *hic* " he said but his speech was a bit slurred.

What a shame, he has been drinking. I like my victims to be more...well alert but I guess this will still be fun.

I walked down a nearby alley with a relaxed smile on my face. I heard heavy footsteps behind me.

"Well you sure fucked up mr radio dude" he swung for my head.

I dodged and turned around grabbing his wrist and slicing his throat with my knife.

"You know what's funny? Blood looks a lot like paint..."

He fell to the floor gasping and holding his throat as his hands dripped with blood.

"...and faces are the perfect canvas. Sometimes I get confused between the two. Whoops" I laughed.

I knelt down and gripped his hair and yanked his head up. My knife slowly slid down his cheek and his gurgling screams made my smile widen.

I heard the small sound of footsteps coming towards my direction.

Shit.

I fled and left the painters body in the alley. Unfortunately, I couldn't take a few parts of him home but he would've tasted disgusting anyways.

I finally arrived home. I sharply exhaled and combed my fingers through my hair the adrenaline rush of the kill was still strong.

I loved this feeling, I couldn't live without this feeling, I needed this feeling.

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A/N
I really liked writing this, I'm not insane I promise. I just love gore.

Anyways I hoped you liked it
Love ya bye