Four Leaf Clover (Human Alastor x Fem Reader)

10: To Dissect A Pest

(WARNING: Reader discretion is strongly advised. Depictions of gore and violence ahead. Please tread carefully.)

Alastor, a man of mystery and intrigue, moves through the town's bustling crowds like a leaf in the wind. His polished dress shoes echo against the concrete as he deftly navigates the human sea, his destination clear in his mind. It's high noon, and the lunch crowd is at its peak in the small town. While the masses flock to the more popular eateries, Alastor, always one to avoid the limelight, walks near the city's outskirts to meet up with a friend. This area, less populated than the rest, offers the perfect seclusion for their business discussions.

Alastor steps into the cafe, its atmosphere a perfect blend of solitude and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of cups fill the air, creating a comforting backdrop to their clandestine meeting. His eyes scan the room, and it doesn't take long for him to spot his friend. She's not in the back, frantically waving her hand, but her presence is unmistakable. Alastor's smile widens as he approaches, his arms neatly folded behind his back. He stops at the table, his smile reflecting his friend's.

"Hello there, Rosie dear!" Alastor says, his eyes lighting up as he spots her. Rosie, a long-time friend and trusted ally, laughs at him and motions for him to take a seat.

"Always a charmer you are. Now sit! Let us enjoy this lovely afternoon," Rosie says to him, her voice filled with warmth and familiarity. Her smile was still on her face as Alastor sits down in front of her and folds his arms in front of him. "Now, tell Rosie what she can do for you today, mister."

"Ah, straight to the point as always," he says, clearing his throat. A more sinister smile is creeping across his face now. "Let's just say I have a rather... unpleasant task to handle tonight, and I need your discreet assistance with the disposal."

"Must be an important figure if you're asking Auntie Rosie for help," she remarks.

"One could say so. They've been putting their nose in a place where it doesn't belong. Don't want anything to get out now, do we?" Alastor exclaims.

"And what's in it for me, dearie?"

"You get what you want, and I'll take what I want," Alastor says, smiling at her.

"Alright, I'll help you. You've never done me wrong before," Rosie says.

Alastor's smile grew wider; this would be an exhilarating night indeed. Alastor settled the bill at the cafe for the two of them before parting ways. He hums a tune under his breath, his steps quickening with each beat. He barely manages to suppress the smirk that's threatening to appear on his face. Oh, this is going to be a thrilling night.

Alastor hides in the shadow of the alley, a wicked grin on his face as he watches his target. The man, a mere silhouette against the dimly lit street, hangs up a poster on the wall. His eyes, sunken and bloodshot, betray a lack of sleep. His eyebrows are furrowed in concern as he stares at the poster before him. A tear, glistening in the faint light, threatens to slip out of his eye, but he has spent so many days crying to himself. Thinking to himself about the what-ifs. Before the man can dwell on another thought, he's out.

Alastor stands above the man's body. He drops the metal pipe with a clang and a smile so wide, he'll have to stitch it together. Knocking him out was easier than he thought it would be. Ah, the poor, miserable stupidity of an even more miserable man. Alastor secures the man's limbs before dragging him to his truck, throwing him in the back, and using a tarp to cover him. Alastor then glances at the poster and rips it down without a second thought.

Alastor drives deep into the woods. He's taken this road several times before; he knows it like the back of his hand. He arrives at the desolated shed and steps out of the truck. He breathes in the cool, crisp air of the night. Oh, what a perfect night this is. He unloads the man from his truck bed and drags him inside the shed. He secures the man to the chair and waits for him to wake up. He didn't hit him too hard, just enough to knock him unconscious for a little bit.

As a few minutes pass, Alastor's patience wanes. He's ready to wake the man up, but ultimately, he wakes up before he can. Alastor's wicked smile returns as he watches the man groan in pain. His eyes slowly look around, trying to figure out where he is. They trail over the walls before landing on Alastor, his grin growing wider.

"Ah, Christopher! Good fellow, it's so lovely of you to wake up. However, how long you took makes my patience with you very low. I would like not to waste any more of my precious time. Now, should we get started, my friend?" Alastor says, practically beaming at the man in front of him.

"Who are you?" The man, now known as Christopher, asks.

"Those are just fine details you don't need to worry your head over. But since I will haunt your afterlife, I'll introduce myself. My name is Alastor, and it's a pleasure to meet you. Now, you may be wondering why you're here, and that's a simple question. You've been sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong. I don't enjoy that. So you must be dealt with properly." Alastor says to him. He walks over to him and ties a cloth around his head, gagging him. "Now, do us both a favor and be quiet."

Alastor's fingers trail across the multitude of weapons on his table. He wants to get it over with but still wants to enjoy it. After all, he promised Rosie some of him, so he can't get too carried away now. He picks up a knife and stares at his reflection in the sharp blade. He looks over at Christopher, a psychotic look in his eyes.

"You know, the best way to keep your meat fresh is by taking it while it's still alive. Wouldn't you agree?" Alastor taunts as he drags the knife across Christopher's face. It wasn't enough to draw blood but to instill fear into him. "You're lucky I'm not too big into the organs, but I promised a friend who prefers them. Therefore, I should start there."

Alastor digs the knife in right underneath the collarbone before dragging it down right before it reaches the navel. He makes several more cuts before peeling back the layers of skin. Christopher's insides are now on display for Alastor to see. Christopher is dead by now due to the blood loss, but oh well, that doesn't matter. Alastor takes a step back to admire his work before placing the knife down. He walks over to the radio in the corner and turns it on to his favorite station. He rolls his sleeves up a little higher on his arms. Now it's time to harvest.

"My my, these look wonderful, Alastor," Rosie says, admiring the jars filled with the internal organs. Alastor gives her one of his signature smiles.

"I only give the highest quality. I wouldn't settle for anything less," Alastor tells her. He's scrubbing down his arms in the sink. He got a little carried away with skinning the man, leaving a mess behind. But good riddance. One less pest to worry about. One more person's memories of what he hid the most were erased. Alastor darkly chuckles to himself. "Thank you, Rosie, for helping me remove a few things. I'll take care of the rest from here. Shouldn't be much of a problem."

Alastor and Rosie say their goodbyes and return to the figure before him. All he needs to do now is focus on disposing of what remains of the nearly skeleton. He hopes to get it done quickly so he can return home. More specifically, return to her.

A/N: Hiya peeps. Sorry it took so long to upload. I had a lot of things going on and it ended up putting me in a bit of writers block. Don't worry I'm still going to continue writing, uploads might just take a bit longer now as I navigate life currently. But thanks to everyone who has read the story so far and I hope all of you stay tuned.