Déjà Vu

Ch 13: Love At First Site

(Y/n's) Pov

*At the bar*

I sip on my screwdriver as I look around to see if I can find my next victim for the night. I've killed a total of 8 people since I took care of that drunk last Friday night. New Orleans hasn't had a serial killer in a very very long time. Police are still trying to piece together how the victims are related and why this new killer is only taking the lives of men. Especially the last one whose heart was cut out of his chest which belonged to my manager.

"That scumbag deserved it for the way he treated me and the others." I think to myself.

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear a voice of a man standing next to me at the bar, holding what looks like a glass of scotch in his hands.

"Well, aren't you a looker." He says, taking a sip of his drink as he eyes me up and down.

"The boys and I were wondering if we could buy you a drink?" He asks, pointing to five other men sitting at a table not too far away.

"Thank you for the offer but I must be going." I say, putting some money on the bar and hopping off the bar stool.

"We could walk you home if you'd like? Wouldn't want a beautiful woman like you to get hurt." He asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Thank you but I can handle myself. Have a good night." I say, walking towards the door.

Once outside I take in a breath of fresh air before I begin to walk towards the radio station parking lot where my truck is parked. I reach in my pocket for my keys as I approach my truck going to unlock the driver's side when something in my mind tells me to stop. I hesitate for only a moment and place my keys back into my pocket and walk over to an alley behind the radio station.

"Well, I guess he and his buddies didn't take NO for an answer." I think to myself as I enter the alley hiding away in the shadows waiting for them to show up.

I pull my knife out from my pocket as I hear them approach.

"Are you sure she went this way?" One of the six say.

"Yes, I'm sure you dumbass! She's not that hard to miss!" The other says.

"Will you two just shut up already! God, why the hell I'm friends with you is beyond me." The man who spoke to me at the bar says.

The other three don't say a word as they look around searching for me while the others continue to argue. Luckily for me I've gotten quite good at concealing myself in the dark. As to how I got so good I don't know but I don't really care at this point.

"She's here somewhere. She's going to pay for turning me down." He says, venom dripping in his voice.

"Turning you down? She turned all of us down dude." One of the others says, causing an argument again.

I've had enough of this.

I sneak up behind them and begin to take them out one by one. I've only killed one man each night but being here in the alley taking on six is a thrilling experience. I managed to break some of their bones and before they could let out a scream I would silence them by slitting their throats. I've taken out five of them in just a matter of minutes.

"You're the only one left..." I say as I turn to face the one who approached me at the bar.

"W...who... are you?" He mutters as he gasps for breath.

I grin as I crouch down to look at him, gripping his shirt as I bring my bloodied knife to his face causing him to hyperventilate a little.

"You won't live long enough to know." I say, sliding the knife down to his chest and stabbing him through the heart.

I know the last thing that these men saw before they met their demise was my crimson gaze and wide grin on my face as they slipped away into darkness. I stand up and look at the bodies around me as I feel my grin grow even wider at the sight before me relishing in the moment until I hear someone's voice.

"So...this is the girl you spoke of?"

I slowly turn around in the direction of the voice seeing two men standing at the beginning of the alley, one of them I recognize as I hear his gruff voice.

"Yeah... that's her." He says.

"Husker?" I say.

"Yeah kid, it's me." Husker says with a slight smile.

I look over at the man standing next to him. He's wearing a white button down shirt, brown pants with black suspenders, black shoes and a black bow tie around his neck. He has brown hair, the skin color of a deer, and rounded glasses on his nose.

"Wait.... brown hair, skin color of a deer and rounded glasses? I... it can't be? Can it?" I ask myself as I continue to stare.

"Who's this?" I ask, pointing to the man next to him.

Before Husker could respond the man standing beside him walks over to me as he reached for my hand, lifting it as he spoke.

"Alastor my dear.... a pleasure to be meeting you....quiet the pleasure." He replies as he leans down to kiss my hand.

I feel my heart skip a beat as he slowly stands upright, looking into my eyes with that signature smile plastered on his face.

Holy... shit... it's actually him!

"What's your name my dear?" He asks, dropping my hand to my side.

"Y...(y/n)." I stuttered.

I... what's happening to me? I... I've never felt this way before. I shouldn't feel this way towards him. He's dead for god sakes!

"My, what a lovely name for such a beautiful woman!" He says.

"T...thank you." I reply as I feel myself blushing at the comment.

"Now then, let's clean this up shall we?" He says as he motions for Husker to help clean up.

After loading the bodies into the back of my truck we take them to the hunting grounds to be buried. The only problem was I only had one shovel in the truck. Alastor insisted that he could have the bodies buried rather quickly with just a snap of his fingers but I preferred to dig the graves instead. I grab the shovel from the back as I make my way to the middle of the hunting grounds and begin to dig until the shovel is taken away.

"No my dear... allow me." Alastor says, taking the shovel from my hands.

I watch as his shoulders roll underneath that button up shirt seeing the muscles as he digs. My eyes roam all over his body from head to toe.

"Damn...he has a nice ass." I think to myself.

"You know it's rude to stare darling?" He says, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh... I'm sorry." I stutter.

He laughs as he places the shovel into the mound of dirt turning to me and walking over to the truck to grab one of the bodies to be placed in the grave.

Between the three of us we managed to get all six of those men buried in a matter of hours. Loading the shovel back into the truck and closing the tailgate, we climb in and make our way to my house.

I glanced over at Alastor who was sitting in the passenger side, while Husker rode in the backseat. I felt my heart racing as I looked at him as I came to a conclusion as he glances at me.

Both

This was love...