"Well that was fun." I think to myself as I walk inside locking the door behind me and making my way to the bedroom. Slipping underneath the covers not even bothering to change my clothes while looking at the picture of Alastor and his mother once more before I fall asleep.
Ring...
"Ugh... 5 more minutes..." I mumble.
Ring...
"Damn it..."
RING...
"Hello?"
"Turn on the news..." My manager says.
"What?" I ask sleep evident in my voice.
"I said turn on the news. Hurry!" He says in an urgent tone.
"Alright... give me a minute." I say yawning as I make my way to the living room to turn on the damn TV.
"Good morning New Orleans! We begin this broadcast with breaking news. A body of a local man has just been found brutally mutilated in the park. We will continue to bring coverage as this story develops. Now let's take a look at the weather for the wee..." I turn off the TV still on the phone.
"Wasn't expecting to hear that first thing this morning." I say.
"I'd like for you to head over to the park and speak with the police to see if you can gather any information about it." He says.
"On my day off? Can't you have one of the others do it instead of asking me?" I ask irritation in my voice.
"No. I want you to be the one to gather that information for the show on monday." He says annoyed.
"If it means I can enjoy the rest of my days off... I will." I say.
"Yes. I'll see you Monday." CLICK.
"I'd like to take that info and stick it somewhere you ass!" I think to myself as I grab some clothes and make my way to my bathroom.
I turn on the water allowing it to get hot as I look at myself in the mirror. I was still in my clothes from Friday night after I went to the bar for a drink and notice that they were covered in.... blood.
"What the hell?!" I yell looking at my clothes and feeling them.
"H... how did? Who's blood is this?! What happened last night? I.... I don't remember." I say in my mind as I stand there looking at myself in the full body mirror in my bathroom with a look of horror on my face.
I take my clothes off and put them in the washing machine to be soaked in bleach hoping that the blood will come out if not I'll have to either throw them away or burn them and jump in the hot shower.
I get dressed and make a "to go" cup of coffee before I head out the door to my truck and make my way to the park where the body was found. When I arrived there were a lot of people surrounding the scene of the crime. Many of them being news reporters and some being nosy onlookers. I'm the only radio host here to get information for my show.
"Just fucking lovely." I say as I take a sip of my coffee.
Grabbing my note pad I jump out of my truck and make my way over to a police officer who was clearly getting annoyed by the amount of attention the scene was getting.
"Everyone get back! This is an active crime scene! No pictures!" He screams.
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"Yes ma'am?" He asks.
"I'm (y/n) I work for the radio station here in New Orleans and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about this case?." I ask politely hoping not to make him anymore frustrated than he already is.
He looks at me for a moment eyeing me up and down as he makes a decision whether to tell me about it or not.
"What do you want to know?" He asks.
"How long has the body been here and do you have any suspects?" I ask.
"Not sure we're waiting for the coroner to place the time of death and no we haven't found any yet. Whoever they are they certainly knew what they were doing." He says.
"OK. Thank you for your time." I say as I walk away.
"Of course, have a good day ma'am."
"Well... that's not going to be enough for my show. Guess I'll just have to think of a way to report it." I think to myself making my way back to the truck quickly before any of those dreaded TV and news reporters discovered who I was.
As I drove home from the park I was trying to remember what had happened last night. I remember having a conversation with my boss about alastor hartfelt who was the radio stations most popular radio host back in the 1920's before he tragically died in an apparent "hunting" accident. Then heading over to my favorite bar for a screwdriver, seeing a man harassing a women, following him out of the bar and then.... nothing.
"Did I black out? Is that why I can't remember anything after following him or did I come straight home?" I ask myself.
I make it back to my house grabbing what little info I could get from the crime scene and go inside. I was exhausted and all I did was do what my ass of a manager asked me to do today on my day off.
"At least I get to have the rest of today and all of tomorrow off before monday." I say as I go to read one of my books and relax.
Until....
RING!!!!!
"Oh come on!." I say.
"WHAT?!" I yell.
"Don't what me! Did you get anything from the scene?." He asks.
"Not a lot, no! And I thought I was gonna be left alone for the rest of the weekend?" I say, anger rising in my voice.
"I just wanted to check to see if you had anything. We'll discuss this on Monday." CLICK
"Well, fuck you too then... asshole." I say after he hangs up.
"One of these days I'm gonna get rid of this damn phone." I think to myself as I put my phone down and resume my reading.
When night falls I head out to the bar for a drink.
A/n
Hey guys how are you liking the story so far?
This is my very 1st alastor x reader fic so please be patient with me.
Should I continue having reader black out, have her accept that she enjoys the thrill of killing? Or have alastor make an appearance in the living world? I'm not sure what do you think?
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Déjà Vu
Fanfiction27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
