Diamond in the rough | Alastor

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It gets a lil hot here ;)

It's been about 5 days since I last spoke a word to Alastor. I locked myself in my room with a few books and a radio to keep me busy. Had no where I needed to be now. I truly don't know how to feel. I want to be mad and scared about the fact that he's the mass killer he's been warning town about, but I'm not. I'm more upset that he didn't tell me even after what I had done.

I'm also worried what he's going to do to me now that I know. Will he keep me locked here, kill me? Can he kill me? It would go against the deal, but I doubt he'd care. He could even turn me in for all of his crimes. All of this makes my head hurt because to top it all off, my heart still longs for him. I curse myself every time I wish to go speak to him.

Currently the house is still and silent. Glancing at the clock and it reads 12:37. Just around the time I get up to finally leave and fetch me some food from downstairs. Alastor is long gone to bed at this point so it's the perfect time to go unbothered. Unfortunately though, as I crept down the stairs and reached for the lamp, it comes on thanks to Alastor who's sitting in a seat next to it.

His smile still plastered to his face but his eyes narrow upon my figure. This sends a chill down my spine. "Look who finally decides to show herself!" He makes his way towards me, hands snaked behind his back. "For one to claim to be fond of me, you've gone distant my dear." Is this some type of joke?

"Can you blame me?" He looks down on me, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "No, I cannot. Though, I fear you have the wrong idea about that night's event." He started, getting ready to prove his point but I don't want to hear it. I hold my hand out to stop him. "Tell me, are you, or are you not the killer?" I sked, wanting absolute clarity without beating around the bush.

His smile drops to a sly grin, and with a tilt of his head he replies, "I'm afraid I am, darling. Why? Is it truly that troublesome for you?" With a hand on the small of my back, he leads me to the living room to have a seat there. "As much as it should be, it's not. If anything, I find myself more distraught at the fact that you hadn't told me. I'm scared of what you'll do with me now. Will you kill me? Frame me for all that you did?"

I ranted; a small but still present smile barely lingered on the man's lips. "Darling, have I ever raised a hand to you?" he asked, to which I shook my head. "Have I ever acted in a way that seemed ingenuine to you?" I shook my head again. "Opal, after our time spent together, I don't think I could bring myself to hurt you. And I may be a murderess psycho killer, but I still have morals, and framing an innocent- somewhat innocent- gal, would be completely immoral" I couldn't help but chuckle at his choice of words.

It feels impossible to imagine someone like Alastor a killer. A mass one at that. And then there's me. Not as big of a problem but it still lingers on my conscious. I no longer feel any remorse for what happened to Val. If anything, I might've done her a favor. Who knows what Antonio would've done to her.

"What really happened that night?" I ask. "You my dear, failed to inform me of your upcoming meeting with the man. Little did you know, that would've been your last night alive." As he spoke, his tone went flat as he walked over and closed a curtain. I drop my gaze to the ground. I got him hurt. "I'm so sorry Al. You got hurt because of me. I had been so distracted with you and the...the night before, it must've slipped my mind" I stutter, reaching out for his sleeve and taking a glance at a scratch on his wrist and then looking down at his leg.

"Nonsense my dear. We have a deal after all, and I couldn't live with myself had he got to you." He looked down on me, moving a stray curl from my face. "You promise you won't hurt me?" I smiled up at him wearily. "I promise you darling. Unless you want me to that is." He joked.

I watched as his brown orbs traced over my features, lingering at my lips. With lidded eyes he lowered his head, his lips barely brushing past mine as he spoke. "Would you still stay by my side, Opal?" Without hesitation, I nodded, and he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was slow, and tender. He peppered my lips in the softness of his. I feel his hand snake around my waist before pulling me closer.

My hands find their way up his chest and then up to his loose curls. "You've clouded my head since that night," he husked against my lips before kissing me again, a tint a hunger behind it. "You've clouded my head since the day we met Al. You don't know how much I've wanted this." I confess. I feel his lips turn up into a smirk and his chest rumbles with a chuckle.

Alastor stepped back against the wall, still holding my body flushed close against his. Our breathing picked up the more our hands roamed. His hands found my hips and ran down the sides of my thighs, my hand still roamed his chest, the other slightly tugging at his belt loop, pulling his lower half towards me.

"Eager, are we?" My eyes were glazed over with lust, but it was far too soon. His thumb lightly ran over my lip as he took in my lovestruck features. "You're so beautiful, darling. Only a rock such as a diamond could compare to your beauty." He placed one final soft kiss upon my head and turned me towards the stairs. "Rest well, Opal" "But I havent-" "Goodnight Opal" He smiled.

I tread back up to my room defeated but extremely giddy. Lightly running my fingers over my lips, I smile to myself, remising in his touch. My smile widens upon entering my room and finding shadow there with a plate of hot food prepared for me. Maybe I will be ok.

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