KILLSHOT - Alastor x Lucifer human AU

Chapter 12 - Weird Feelings

TW: self-destructive thoughts, cursing

ART IS NOT MINE!! All credits to the creator!!

-Alastor-

Once Lucifer had left my car, I could let my perfect mask of calmness slip, grabbing the fabric on my chest and feeling my saliva shooting into my mouth. My heart was racing and I had to fight the urge to follow and maul him.

"Keep a cool head, Alastor! I know you really want to feast on him, but it would be too risky right now! Also you still need him- the longer he is alive, the longer he can serve your urges, right?", I asked myself out loudly, my stomach growling in response. I sighed and rubbed my head, starting the engine and starting to drive. 

(Thinks:) "I can't lure someone, not now. The police is still on my heels! Especially one Officer...But he doesn't know!", I gulped heavily, "Right?" I gripped the steering wheel tightly. I needed to proceed with caution...

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-Lucifer-

After a few hours I had finally entered the police station again. I had to take a long shower after my mental breakdown, but also i tried to get rid of my hangover as much as possible. This did work at least a little bit, I didn't look like a total mess anymore.

My boss greeted me, happily: "Louis, I thought i wouldn't see you today!" I greeted him back: "Well, I still made it, as you can see." My boss placed a hand on my shoulder while walking me over to my office: "How are you feeling today? Did you get any sleep the last two nights?" I rubbed my neck when thinking back to the last two nights, answering: "The first night i didn't sleep much, and the second night", I struggled for words, "I slept very well." 

My boss smiled happily at my words: "I'm glad you finally got some sleep. But let's talk about work now", we stopped in front of my desk, "As you know, we found a pocket knife at the crime scene, trying to find some fingerprints", I nodded, "Well, unfortunately, we couldn't find anything. This man is a real strategist! But you were at a mans house a few days ago, surely with a good reason behind it. Did you find anything suspicious?"

I shook my head: "No, Alastor seems to be completely clean. I even met up with him yesterday evening to get to know him better, hopefully getting some informations-", I was interrupted by heavy flashbacks from yesterday night. My thoughts whispered into my ear: "You were there with him only for finding clues, of course! You like him~". I shut up the sassy voice in my head by continuing: "-but he is a totally normal guy. So sadly no, I didn't get any new informations." 

My boss sighed: "Okay, well then this...Alastor, isn't he a radio host?" I nodded. My boss thought for a few seconds: "We sould keep an eye on him." My heart skipped a beat hearing that my boss really accused him of murder. In a frantic voice I shouted out: "Nonono, he's totally not a murderer, he wouldn't, trust me, boss!" 

A few of my colleagues turned their heads, because I made such a scene. My boss raised a brow, asking slowly: "And you aren't just saying that because you got closer to him?" I laughed nervously: "Me? Getting closer to a potential murderer? Oh hell no- that would never happen! Haha...". My boss still had his eyebrow raised, slowly answering: "Right..."

I looked to the floor, gathering all the remaining strenght I had to speak: "Okay, maybe I have gotten closer to him, but he is innocent, believe me." My boss sighed yet again: "Well, you've always been the cop with the best gut feeling, Louis, therefore I trust you on this one." I looked back up at him, smiling widely: "Thank you very much!" My boss turned around, staying silent. I watched him until he left my office, letting out a relieved sigh and leaning on my desk.

(Thinks:) "Alastor is safe, everything will be alright-", I was interrupted by the aggressive voice yet again: "You know as well as I do, that he could still be the murderer! This was even a part of your training, not to let your feelings get mixed into your job! Weakling!"

I dug my nails into the wooden desk, breathing in very long, before sitting down to do some paperwork, which I couldn't do the last days. Maybe this would get my mind off Alastor and my pathetic feelings?...

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-Alastor-

I entered the empty bar, trying not to notice Rosies and Mimzys teasing eyes, as I sat down beside them at the counter. "Your finest liquor, Husk!", I demanded and the grumpy man served me a glass of pure Vodka. I raised a brwo at him, but he just rolled his eyes. He was clearly still pissed because of the night I went off to feist without a warning.

I took a tiny sip of the strong drink, Mimzy asking teasingly: "Aaand?~ How is he in bed?~" I put down my glass and looked at her rather annoyed, but before I could anser, Rosie laughed: "Oh Alastor, you never happen to bore us with your ways of luring prey, dearie! I am really excited what your next step will be!" I cleared my throat nervously, before admitting: "I have no clue, honestly." 

The eyes of the two women went big, looking at each other in surprise. Mimzys eyes went even bigger, when she squeaked: "Are you telling us you fell for him?" Rosie clapped her hands in excitement, waiting for my response.

I shrugged my shoulders, taking a big sip of my Vodka, coughing at the strong burn in my throat. "I wouldn't say that I fell for him, he's rather just a very exciting prey for me, and defininetly a strong trigger for my bloodlust." Rosie poked my side teasingly, grinning: "You fell for him, Alastor~!".

I groaned at her in annoyance, snapping and crashing down my glass on the counter, Vodka spilling all over my hand: "Then why do I want to rip out his interiors and eat them while he's alive? For fucks sake!" The two women blinked at my cursing in shock, because I lost my composure almost never, before Mimzy carefully asked: "But you had more than one chance to do so, right? Why didn't you do it?"

I looked down at my half emptied glass, thinking about the weird, warm sensation I got in my chest when I looked at Louis, how I thought about him as cute or innocent, something to protect. His perfect skin and voice, how his body fit into my hands, how I loved his cute little laugh and how he laughed at every single of my bad jokes. Usually people would only roll their eyes at them or shake their heads. He was the first one to unterstand them- the first one to understand me.

I snapped back into reality, answering: "I simply can't risk to get caught by the police! He's a police officer and propably only is here to check if I could be the killer..." Rosie seemed to notice my frown, because she gently touched my shoulder, whispering: "Everything will be alright, Al. You will figure everything out eventually." I couldn't help but smile at her sweet words. "Thank you, Rosie", I mumbled.