Alastors pov
I strolled through the forest, dragging my latest victim by the foot. As much as I love my radio job my second is all the more thrilling. The trill of the chase, those delicious screams, the satisfaction of watching the light fade from their eyes. I've loved the sport of murder ever since my first kill. I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I was around fourteen. I had just arrived home from school, eager to show my mother the fruits of my labour only to find my worthless father beating her to a pulp. I froze like a deer in the headlights. This was so much worse than before. I knew I had to save her so I grabbed the knife in shaky hands and thrusted it into the bastard's body. My mother helped me hide the body, reassuring me the whole time that it was simple self defense. Little did she know it was too late for me. I had already gotten a taste for it..
I cheerfully threw the body into the hole I just dug "tough luck old pal, you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You can blame vox enterprise for my foul mood"
"Blowing off some steam?" I looked up to see a man with a white button up, dark hair and dark eyes. That man was husker, one of the only men I can tolerate.
"Oh you know me so well" I smiled at the shorter man as he strolled next to me, staring down at the body.
"Poor bastard" he muttered before turning to me "so I'm guessing you need to talk"
"You could say that" I sighed. Even killing hasn't helped me.
He nodded "I'll call nifty and Rosie"
"Thank you my good man" I smiled as he walked away "tell your husband I said hi" he simply waved as he disappeared.
I looked down at my bloody clothes with a sigh "I'm going to need a new suit"
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Babysitting Gig (Radioapple) (Human Au)
FanfictionAlastor was running short on money due to his radio show making less money. He goes to his friends for advice and they suggest taking on a second job in the form of a babysitting a single fathers young daughter. He didn't expect to get so attached...
