Death Bound | Alastor x Fm!Reader

Chapter 1

"Wake up, Lazy Bones!" A piercing voice burst through your doorway and you pulled your covers over your head. You didn't know how long you had been asleep, but it couldn't have been enough. Not like that was any different than any normal day. You growled.

"To what do I owe the displeasure of you coming in here to wake me?" Tightening the covers over your form to keep your intruder from ripping them off of you, you took a calming breath as you sent a silent prayer out that you would be able to deal with whatever trials and tribulations today threw at you.

"Claire," You sat up, eyes pinning the curly blonde where she stood and she raised a snarky eyebrow at you, "what makes you think I would ever want to go somewhere with all of you?"

She let out another grating laugh that had you grinding your teeth.

"You act like you have a choice! Now get dressed, " She grinned something full of malice as she looked you over, "and at least try to look presentable, even though I know that is hard for you. "

Getting yourself out of bed, you walked over to your closet and looked through the many fabrics that were in there, frowning at all of the dresses and pretty accessories to go with them. Grabbing a pretty blue day dress, you picked up an ivory pair of heels and a felt hat that matched the color of the shoes before tossing them on your bed and walking to your vanity to survey the damage from your lack of sleep. To say the least. Slight bags under your eyes, You felt wretched. Bracing your elbows on the vanity's surface, you ran your hands down your face as you started to try and make yourself look not so dreadful. Andyou really didn't want to deal with the hissy fit that would ensue from your stepmother.

Somehow managing to tame your locks into soft finger waves, you moved on to your face as you tried to bring more color to your cheeks and hide the bags that were starting to darken from your lack of sleep. Getting up, you started dressing yourself as you padded over to the bathroom so that you could brush your teeth and once this little farce of a ritual was done, you finally slipped your feet into your shoes you walked out of your room and down the stairs to see  Claire and your stepmother, Dolores, standing by the door chatting.

"He's supposed to be there, mother! Oh, do you think I'll actually get to meet him?" Claire gushed as her mother smiled at her before Dolores sharp eyes turned on you.

"Taking your time today, I see." She snipped and you rolled your eyes.

"There is my darling," Your father came out from his study, giving you a giving you a swift kiss on the head are you feeling well today?"

"I'm fine, father." You smiled at him.

"Well, now that the queen has graced us with her presence I suppose it's time that we head out." Your brother, William, cut you a glare from the corner of his eye. Claire and William were both Dolores's children from a previous marriage, much like how it was for you and your father, and the three of them absolutely hated your guts.

A shrill squeal broke through the air that you recognized as Dolores and you felt your eye twitch, even when she wasn't directly annoying you she was still an annoyance. Looking up slightly to see where she was, her eyes were shimmering with excitement as she looked towards the doors of the house. Casting your eyes over to that direction, you paused as you took in the man there. You would recognize him anywhere.

Brown eyes that narrowed slightly as he talked with the people that were coming up to him. He had white button-up shirt, burgundy suit vest, white sleeve garters, and slacks. he opts for blazers, suits, and dress shoes. For casual wear, he prefers a white long-sleeved button-up shirt with black sleeve garters, brown suit vest, black bow tie, leather black gloves, dark brown slacks, and black dress shoes, or a white button-up with rolled-up sleeves you continued to openly look at him. He was handsome but who was he? He seemed like he was fairly famous or at least well known from the way that people flocked to him, but you couldn't place him. His eyes looked around carefully before they settled on you, raising an eyebrow that had you nodding your head at him slightly in greeting before turning back to your book. You had just lit another gasper, turning the page, when you heard someone speak