⛧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʟᴀ ᴄᴀᴛᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-sʜᴏᴛs!! [ᴘᴛ2]

⛧ alt!thatcherdavis×alt!reader

⛧ prompt: the two of you are fighting as you both believe that the other is a human, yet something strange happens..

[requested by: NEPTUNEONTOP]

peacefully trying to blend in with the shadows, you followed a police officer to his car.

it was the dead of night, and you were frightfully bored, so you took it upon yourself to find your prey.

the police officer was handsome, thick blonde hair that covered the top part of his face. you only chose him because you were intrigued; plus the fact that he was alone.

he moved towards the drivers side, fishing in his pocket to grab his car keys. you eagerly watched from behind and studied his every move.

that is, until his keys dropped.

he suddenly stood up and whipped his head around to face you, as if he knew that you were lurking behind him.

"what do you want?" the handsome man instantly grabbed his gun from his holster and pointed it directly at your chest.

you held your hands up in defense and possessed a small smirk on your lips. he backed away until his back was pushed up against his car door.

"i- i'm not afraid to shoot." he slightly stuttered, baring his gun even more to you.

"i wouldn't do that if i were you.." you trailed off, stepping closer and cracking your neck from side to side.

he cocked his head to one side, giving the same devilish smirk back to you. bewildered, you dropped your foolish act and stood firmly infront if him.

"why aren't you scared?" you asked, blatantly.

the police officer then secured his gun back inside his holster before covering up one side of his face with his skinny fingers.

he then moved his hand away, to reveal an ebony black void with one lonely emerald eye staring back at you.

he was also an alternate.

"oh.. you're.. an alternate too?" you hesitantly spoke, now taking two steps away from him.

he clicked his tongue and moved so that you both were now inches away from eachother.

"bold of you to sneak up on a police officer.. i'll admit." he whispered almost seductively in your ear.

shivers went down your spine.

"forgive me, i didn't realise that you were the same as me.." you frowned.

"well.. you're gonna have to make it up to me somehow, aren't you?" his eyes dropped, and now he intensely held eye contact with you.

"what's your name?" you asked.

"liutenant thatcher davis." he answered back monotonely.

"you're.. not bad-looking, i'll admit.." you shrugged your shoulders, matching his tone of voice and energy.

"i can get used to you." he chuckled, moving in so that his lips brushed against yours.

"how about we get out of here?" he gently asked, closing in the gap between his and your lips.

"why not.." you mumbled in-between the kiss. he smirked against your lips and firmly grabbed your hand.

he broke away from the kiss and ran a pale hand through his dyed hair, "and your name is?"

"y/n. y/n l/n."