𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞!

Chapter 13- Screams

Warning: Gore.

Y/N POV:

You woke up the early next day, you surprisingly slept well. You changed your clothes and opened your door to go downstairs.

The door wasn't locked? That's strange.

You slowly walked down the creaky stairs. The house was silent.

Thud

A sound echoed and you could hear deafening, mortified, manly screams.

You covered your ears and ran in the direction of the sound.

Is he hurt?

It was coming from the basement.

You kicked the door open and ran down. You saw a shine of a cleaver raised in the air. It smashed down.

Bang

A lifeless arm thumped onto the floor. Alastor had a red glint in his eye and a large sadistic smile with blood splatters on his face.

He lifted his hand slowly to his face and licked the blood off his fingers.

You inhaled sharply, gasping at the horrific sight.

His head snapped towards you. You both stood there for a few seconds stunned and speechless.

You fled up the basement stairs and heard fast, loud, clashing footsteps behind you. You ran to the front door shaking the handle violently.

It was locked.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

Your eyes darted around the room looking for an escape.

You ran into the library and hid behind a large bookcase with your back against it. You bit your sleeve to muffle your cries.

I'm going to die, I'm going to fucking die. Was he going to eat that man?

You sniffled quietly trying not to panic and make noise.

Creeeeekkkkk

The door opened and Alastor slowly strolled into the room.

"Y/nnnn, I know you are in here. Come out NOW." He demanded.

You covered your mouth, breathing rapidly.

Please, please I don't want to die. God if you are real, please I'm begging you.

Tears dripped down your face. Alastors hand slammed against the wooden book case behind you. As you immediately turned to face him, he darted towards you and you tripped over.

Your arms smacked on the floor, your back was on the ground and you looked up at Alastor...he was not smiling.

He looked furious.

He walked towards you as you scrambled on the floor panicking to get away.

"Please don't kill me. I thought you were hurt. I'm sorry. Please" You stuttered looking up at him, shaking With fear.

"Well you thought wrong." He glared down at your pathetic display.

His smile returned."I'm sorry you saw that chère." He wiped his bloody hand on his shirt and reached out.

You hesitantly took his hand and he pulled you up.

"Are you going to kill me?" You stammered.

"Fortunately for you, No. I'm quite fond of you chère but you need to learn to listen." He placed his hand around you, trying to comfort you as you sobbed.

You felt your chest tighten and you felt light headed.

"Alastor, I don't feel too good...I feel sick." You

He rushed around and picked up a small bin.

Tears were still descending down your face as you held the bin, throwing up. Alastor was holding your hair out of the way, rubbing your back gently.

"Why am I being sick?" You asked wiping away your tears.

"Normally the stress of seeing a dead body for the first time sends your body into shock. Causing you to vomit." He replied with a worried look in his eye.

"But I've seen a dead body before." You replied looking up confused.

"What?" He exclaimed, perplexed.

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A/N

This was surprisingly so fun to write.

I'm excited for the next chapter since you get to know more about why you left your home and moved to New Orleans 😈

Farewell for now ;)