Well Aren't You A Charmer | Alastor x Reader

Chapter Twelve

Alastor's POV⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

After leaving I drove (Y/N) home, making sure she got inside safely before getting back in my car. I drive back to the jazz club, a determined look in my eyes.

As I pull in I scan the surroundings, searching for any sign of the man who had approached her earlier. My expression is serious, my previous lighthearted mood replaced with a hint of irritation.

My eyes narrow as I see the man trying to hit on one of the female workers outside of the club. I clenched my jaw, as my irritation increased at the sight of the man's lewd attempts to charm the female worker.

I open my glove box carefully as I grab out a hunting knife, hiding it inside my vest before quickly walking toward the pair with deliberate and controlled steps.

As I approach the pair, the man notices me approaching causing his eyes to widen slightly in surprise. However, he quickly composes himself and turns his attention back to the female worker.

I quickly dart behind a wall to ensure she doesn't see me. As she looks around to see what distracted the man she uses it as an opportunity to sneak back into the club making the man groan in frustration.

I watch with a cold smile as the girl slips back into the club, leaving the man alone. I then steps forward, my movements fluid and silent, remaining hidden from the man's sight.

I eventually sneak up behind the man and grip his shoulder harshly. "Let's take a walk shall we?" I say slowly with a large smile on my face.

The man jumps slightly at the sudden touch, his eyes widening in surprise as he turns to find me standing behind him, a predatory smile on my face.

He swallows nervously, his earlier confidence replaced with a hint of fear. "What the-" he begins to protest, but my firm grip on his shoulder quickly silences him.

I wrap my arm around his shoulder as I start to guide him into a steady walk. I make sure to keep an eye out for anyone who might be out at this time before I pull him into the alleyway connected to the jazz bar.

My moves are deliberate with purpose as I guide the man into the alleyway, the grip on his shoulder firm and unyielding.

Once we enter the dimly lit alley, I swiftly push the man against the wall and pin him there, a cold smile still plastered on my face. "Now, we need to have a little chat." I say, my voice low and dangerous.

The man's eyes widen in fear as I pin him against the wall. He struggles slightly, trying to break free, but my grip is too strong. "W-what do you want?" The man stutters nervously, his bravado from earlier completely gone.

"Oh you'll see." I smile down at him as I grab the knife from my vest. The man's eyes widened even further at the sight of the knife in my hand. He tries to struggle even harder, but my grip remains firm.

"No, no please. I didn't mean to-" he begins to plead, his voice trembling with fear. My eyes darken at his words. "Lying won't get you anywhere. Everything you did today wasn't by accident or because you had a little too much to drink. There's no excuse to save you."

The man's eyes dart around wildly, looking for any escape, but there is none. He knows he's trapped. "I'm sorry! I swear, I won't do it again. Just let me go-" he pleads desperately, his hands trembling against the wall.

I plunge the knife into his side as I let go of him. "There you go. I've let you go just like you've asked." I then look down at his abdomen. "Hmm you won't be able to get far though with that wound. Too bad for you." I grin.

The man lets out a small whimper as I remove the knife. He sinks down onto the alleyways floor clutching at the wound on his side, his face contorted in pain. He tries to speak, but the words don't come out, just a gasp of pain escapes his lips.

Getting annoyed with all the sounds coming out of his mouth I finish him off quickly by kneeling down, placing my free hand on his shoulder, then swiping the knife across his neck in one swift motion.

After I stand up and quickly wipe off my glasses as I look down at him and sigh. "Such a scumbag." I say as I twirl the knife in my hand. The man's body lies motionless, blood pooling around him in the dim light of the alleyway. I stand up and quickly wipe off my glasses as I look down at him and sigh. "Such a scumbag." I mutter, my voice filled with disgust, as I twirl the knife in my hand.

"Thinking he could get away with treating you like that." My eyes narrow before I realize how much of an effect (Y/N) already has on me. I let out a long sigh as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"What are you doing to me, darling?" I mutter under my breath, shaking my head slightly in frustration. She's bringing out my protective side and that's not good. It will make me become sloppy over time.

The fact I've already fallen head over heels for her already does not make it any easier. I have to be careful, she can't find out about this side of me and I can't become sloppy.

I glance towards the body again before walking back to my car to collect the necessary things for me to clean this body up with. "I need to be more careful," I mutter to myself, "can't let my guard down."

I proceed to grab the necessary supplies from my car and return to the scene of the crime. I quickly get to work, methodically cleaning up the mess left behind by the encounter. As I work, I mutter to myself, a hint of frustration in my voice. "This is why I don't do relationships," I grumble, "they make me vulnerable."

"Seems like they make you a bit too vulnerable." A familiar voice comes from behind me, making me freeze. "Vulnerable enough to pick a horrible murder spot." She hums as she walks closer.

My body tenses as I recognize the voice. As I freeze in place I mentally curse myself for being careless enough to let Mimzy sneak up on me. "Mimzy," I say through gritted teeth, turning around to face her with a forced smile. "What a pleasant surprise."

She returns my smile with a small smile of her own. "Y'know I would have never guessed you were a murderer. You do a good job at hiding this part of you."

My smile tightens slightly as I cross my arms over my chest, a hint of irritation in my eyes. "Well, I've always been good at keeping secrets," I replied curtly, my voice carrying a hint of warning.

Mimzy rolls her eyes at my warning. "Don't get all paranoid, I won't tell. I'm not an angel either, toots. As long as you treat her right she won't hear anything from me." Mimzy says with a hard stare.

I study Mimzy for a moment, my eyes narrowing slightly. I can see the determination in her gaze and know she's not bluffing. I let out a frustrated sigh, my shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine," I mutter grudgingly. "But if you even hint a word of this to her, I'll-" I cut myself off, my gaze hardening.

She lets out a small laugh in response. "Trust me when I say this that girl is too innocent for this world and I want to keep it that way too. I'd tell someone else before ever telling (Y/N)."

We share a mutual look before Mimzy reaches a hand out for some of the supplies to help me take care of the body. I hesitate for a moment, my expression still wary before I relents and hand her some of the supplies.

We work together in relative silence, my movements efficient and precise while Mimzy moves with her usual grace. After a moment of silence, I speak up, an edge of irritation in my voice. "So, why are you here, Mimzy?"

Mimzy continues wiping down the area, her gaze flicking up to me. "One of my coworkers said a man outside was harassing her. I got curious and came out the side door to take a peak." She says pointing to the door she came out of.

I take note of the door labeled 'workers only' for future reference as I nod. After a few more minutes everything is cleaned up and we both carry the body to the trunk of my car.

Once everything is cleaned up and the body is loaded into the trunk of his car, I sigh, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

Mimzy watches me, a curious glint in her eyes. "I'm serious about treating her right Alastor. I have connections with many people and I'll make sure they hunt you down if you ever do anything to harm her. Emotionally or physically."

I met her gaze, the intensity of her words hitting me hard. I know she's not bluffing and that she means every single word. "I understand," I say, my voice gruff. "And trust me, I have no intention of harming her in any way."