Déjà Vu | Fem OC x Alastor

Ch 10: Reminiscing

It's been three days since the police discovered the body of my manager buried in the hunting grounds. Rumors have started spreading around town saying that the "New Orleans killer" has returned. No one knows who this killer is and they never will.

Ever since I murdered him I've been going out to the bar every night to find my next target. I was doing New Orleans a favor by killing anyone who ever mistreated others. Once I picked my next victim I would make sure that no one would see me as I followed them out the door. Sometimes I would torture them listening to them scream begging me to stop saying that they would change and would never do it again which I knew was a lie. I would act like I was going to set them free, watching as thier faces drop in horror as I laughed while continuing. The last thing my victims would see before they died was a giant grin stretched across my face.

There was only one person or rather demon that knew who I was and what I was doing for the past four days. I haven't seen him in a while since he followed me Monday night.

"I haven't seen Husker in a while. I hope he's alright." I think to myself as I enter the radio station.

I make my way to the elevator and press the button taking me up to the third floor where my office and broadcasting booth were waiting for me. I hate to say it but I've missed broadcasting. When the doors open I head to the break room to make some coffee before I go to my office to look over my script for the broadcast.

After my coffee has been brewed I make my way to the office looking down the hall to where my boss used to be and I smile to myself as I think back to the night I killed him.

Flashback

"P...please... Alafia... I didn't mean to... I... n...no...don't...ahhhhhhhh!" He screams as I twist my knife into him watching his blood run down onto the pavement.

"You should've thought about that before taking your anger out on me in the office." I say, dragging my knife up his chest.

"Y...you're right. I... I'm so sorry Alafia. Please let me go."

"Ha! You think that after all you've done not only to me but to the others as well you expect me to just let you go?" I ask.

He nods his head.

"Well, that's where you're wrong. Ever since I arrived in New Orleans you've done nothing but work me like a dog demanding that I'd get information about the murders that had happened in town. Not only that, I've seen and heard what you've done to the other employees especially your little secretary. Forcing yourself onto her as she screamed for you to stop or when you would hit her for not doing what you asked of her. I truly despise people like you." I hissed, bringing my knife to his throat pressing down harshly til blood began to start.

"I....I'm sorry..."

"A little too late for that." I say, slitting his throat.

End of flashback

I enter my office and place my coffee onto the desk as I open up my suitcase to grab my script to read over before going on the air. Learning from the last time I made sure that my coffee was far enough to where I wouldn't accidentally spill it again and began to proofread my script.

I looked up at the clock to see that it was approaching five o'clock and decided to listen to a record, since my broadcast doesn't start til six. I reach over to grab a record from the shelf behind me and place it on the record player beside my desk. I enjoy using records or CD's instead of that damn technology. I lean back in my chair as Frank Sinatra begins to play.