Opal, a swing jazz singer finds herself in a new town and is ready to continue her life finally free from the chains of her home life. What happens when her initial desire for freedom and happiness turns into something more sinister and dark when sh...
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Alastor's POV
I watch how I lay there fast asleep, Opal's sitting close by on the sofa. I watch how she ever so softly moves a stray hair from my face, how she lightly brushes away lint on my clothes, how she gently laid her head down on my chest with a smile and drifted off to sleep with me. The sight was unusual. I never imagined myself laying with anyone in such an intimate manner. Yet, it doesn't feel wrong.
That scene fades to black and now I watch us from afar at the park. The park? My head is still all fuzzy from last night. Not to mention, it also hurts from my hangover andusing shadow to play back these memories isn't helping.
I watch close as we conversed, ever so slightly leaning closer. My breath hitched as our lips connected. We lingered there for a few moments, and the entirety of the time I felt I could not breathe. The blacken void returns with shadow's laugh echoing throughout it.
I blink once to come back to reality. Im no longer in the void but now in my study. Shadow takes form in front of me, smiling in a knowing manner. "I must say, you were right. She is very entertaining." His airy voice was clear with sarcasm and amusement.
My smile was strained as I stared off into the corner in thought. Seriously, what has gotten into me? "I say it seems like you may be falling for the lady," Shadow whispered in my ear after appearing behind me suddenly. "Nonsense, it must have been the drink." I protest. I push my way past- well, through- shadow and headed towards Opal's room, being sure not to wake her. I write down a small note telling her I'll be gone for the day.
Not for anything too important, but I feel as if todays a good day to go hunting..
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I watch as this fellow leads a clearly intoxicated women into an alley, hand trailing down her back side. I had been following him just about all day since I seen him lash out at a street performer this morning. Something told me he was going to be an issue, and I seem to be correct.
I watch as he takes the lady's purse, stripping her of any money inside before tossing it aside. "I think I won the pot with you lady," the man chuckled, reaching for his pants zipper. With a deep sigh, I grab the cinderblock I had lying next to me and shift within the shadows. I phase up from the ground behind him and knock him out cold. The impact sent a long, jagged crack up the middle of the block.
The lady was fading in and out of consciousness. More than one would if they just had one too many drinks, he must've slipped her something. "Excuse me miss. There's a good chance you don't even realize what's happening. It's ok, dont panic, lets get you back to some place with more people around." I held her up by the forearm, leading her back towards the bar they left and gave her a push inside the door without being seen.
