Alastor X Daughter OC

Chapter 1

3rd person POV

The year was 1933, and Allison was in the woods with her father Alastor. 

She liked being with her father whether that was taking walks or doing tasks around the house.

Her mother wasn't around as she had died soon after Allison was born, so her father was all she had.

"What are we doing out in the woods Papa?"

The 6 year old asked her father, with a curious look on her face. 

"I need your help with something my love."

Alastor said, looking down at his daughter with a smile on his face, and his hand on her shoulder. 

"Did you murder someone again? And you need my help burying the body?" Allison asked her father.

She knew about her father's 'Activities' for a while and didn't seem to be bothered by it. 

"No they are not dead yet my dear. That is why I have asked for your help. I would like you to assist me in killing this piece of shit."

Allison has never actually seen her father murder his victims, she has only read about them when her father would write about the murders in his journal.

That was how she found out about her father's 'Activities'.

Flashback

Allison was cleaning up her father's study. Dusting things off and giving everything a good wipe with a cleaning towels.

She was in the process of cleaning his desk when she had spotted something out of the corner of her eye.

There laying perfectly in the center of the desk was a black leather journal. 

She knew better than to go through people's personal property, but she couldn't resist. 

She stopped cleaning and picked up the journal.

Something about this journal didn't seem right, but her temptations got the best of her and she started reading it.

She read all the way to the last entry that was written just last week. 

She was almost done reading when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she looked to see her father standing behind her with a very menacing grin on his face. 

She slammed the book shut and looked up at her father with a nervous smile.

"Hey Papa, I was just cleaning up your office." 

She tried to hide the book behind her back, as to not make it obvious that she was doing more than cleaning. 

Alastor looked at her very skeptical of what she just said.

"Hmmm, is that so my dear." He said getting closer to her.

She took a step back.

"If you were simply just cleaning then you wouldn't mind if I asked you what it is you have behind your back?"

Allison looked very nervous, but knew she couldn't lie to her father, because he dislikes being lied to.

So instead of saying anything she handed him his journal.

"Why do you have this my dear?" Alastor asked calmly but sternly.

"It...was on your desk and I wasn't going to look at it but I got nosy and read it...I'm sorry."