Déjà Vu

Ch 9: Acceptance

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Nnnnngh....

I slowly open my eyes gripping my head as I begin to sit up on the floor.

"God my head hurts." I mumble.

I slowly stood up from my place on the floor where I had fallen unconscious due to the splitting headaches I was having and made my way to the living room to sit down in case they happened again.

Those weren't just any ordinary headaches.... Those were my memories from the previous nights that I couldn't remember and the other one was of Alastor.

"I remember now. I.... I killed those men. I'm a murderer." I think to myself as I sit there quietly.

My head starts to hurt again as I continue to think about those memories. Especially the one memory that wasn't mine. I think back to that memory seeing Alastor smiling as he's standing over the grave of a man he had murdered. When I was looking into the grave alongside him I felt a wave of satisfaction as I watched him begin to cover the body.

"Should I go to the police and turn myself in?" I ask myself.

I get up from my spot on the couch, grab my keys and make my way to the door. I reach for the knob on the door and stop. After a moment I go to my bedroom, sitting on the bed as I grab the picture of Alastor and his mother from my night stand and look at it or rather... him.

My mind goes back to that clearing where I saw him wearing that smile as he looked at the grave. He enjoyed murdering people, mainly those who he considered as a threat to others and himself. Especially those who have done him wrong because of what he looked like. He was like me except he was mistreated because of his skin color and decided to take matters into his own hands.

I enjoyed hearing the screams and pleas those men made as I killed them. They were nothing but disrespectful wretches who thought that they could get away with doing such things to anyone they saw.

"No I won't go to the police. I'm going to keep killing." I think to myself as I place the picture back on my nightstand.

Laying in the bed I continue thinking about Alastor. Aside from the fact that he was known as "The New Orleans killer" he was incredibly handsome even more so with that smile stretched on his face. My heart is racing as I continue thinking about him.

I pull out my phone to see that I have a text message from one of the employees saying...

"Did you see the news?"

"Yes I did."

Bing...

"I guess the station will be closed for a few days til a new manager is named. Gotta go have a good day (y/n)!"

"You too." I replied.

After sending the message I roll over on my side placing the phone on the table next to the picture as I feel my eyes growing heavy. I look at Alastor one last time thinking...

I think I'm in love with him.

A/n

Dèjá vu is #18 for alastor hart felt

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