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14.

Please don't keep reading if you are a minor, it will get nasty from here - both with gore & funky stuff (ahem violent smut ahem)! I am not very good at it, but am trying. I also just read an ungodly amount of mangotangerine on ao3, so am probably influenced by them, pls check them out!!! but I don't think I can go quiet as hardcore:D

Welp, you been warned, the rest of the chapters will only get worse so yeah, sorry about that i guess... 🫠 

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Quietly Vincent makes his way through the hallway that leads to the living room. He considers just making a run for it, but maybe they are here for him, and these things don't get solved unless you take care of it yourself. If they want to blackmail his family probably they prepared for him to try to escape, so it is better to have the upper hand and assess the situation for now.

He is gripping the revolver so tight that his fingers strain but he can barely feel it, adrenalin pumping through his veins. Just try coming at him and he will shoot them like the dog these kinds of intruders deserve. Stealthy, he is inching closer to the opening of the living room, barely allowing himself to breathe to stay as silent as possible. There is some light coming from there, the big windows allowing more of the moonlight in, so he can see a girl crouching against the hallway wall crying with her hands on her mouth, shaking. As she notices him she starts to shake her hand rapidly, eyes wide. Vincent waves her to stay there, patience less, not paying her any more mind as he peaks into the living room. He can see another body lying by the couch, but he is not sure whether they are just injured or dead. His eyes search for movement, and he finds it, a figure kneeling above something (or someone?). Scrouching sounds can be heard, and the nasty crack of bones breaks.

For killing it is far too slow, too much shuffling around to be effective. No, the intruder is carving up a body. Fuck.

He can only see that one figure moving around, and he cannot hear anything besides the sickening sounds of flesh tearing, and the muffled hyperventilating of the girl behind him. Vincent tries to step back, but just then the intruder stands and turns in his direction. Vincent is not quick enough to step back into cover and their eyes meet with the bloody figure, and...

"A-Alastor?" Staring back at him there stands Alastor, but he is almost beyond recognition, have Vincent has not memorized those brown eyes and glasses framing his eyes perfectly. Apart from that, he looks nothing like himself. Even in the gloomy light, Vincent can see that his once-white shirt has stains, blood stains all over, and his hand clutching a long knife, presumably a hunting knife. And his face... covered in specks of dark matter (blood, probably), his mouth tilting up into a smile that looks almost like a sneer, but he can see in the beaming of his eyes that he enjoys it. He had never seen Alastor so in his element, knees bent a little, ready to bounce, and Vincent only then long moments later remembered the gun he had, raising it to aim with shaking hands.

But Alastor is fast, incredibly so, almost like he is flying as he charges at Vincent, and he hesitates at pulling the trigger, although his aim is probably off anyway. Alastor reaches him by the time he pulls the trigger, and he can feel the light but strong body crash onto him as the earsplitting shot is fired. Vincent falls on his back, Alastor on top, and he is dizzy and shaking his eyes widening as he half expects Alastor to fall down from him dead. But he missed, he knows as Alastor pushes him down, a blow into his head, which makes him finally release the gun falling down with a bang.

Staring right at him Alastor is still smiling, Vincent is almost surprised that he is able to see as his head feels like splitting from the fall and the punch. "Oh, it appears as if I missed one. Be right back dear." Alastor speaks up, tone dark and low, identical to the one when he threatened to kill Vincent.

Alastor gets up from on top of Vincent, walking to the gun, and picking it up. He empties the bullets to the ground and tugs the gun itself away hastily. "Mmm a revolver, how tasteless. I shouldn't have expected more from you, still disappointing choice though." Alastor narrates as he turns towards the girl still sobbing on the ground of the hallway. Vincent's vision is a little blurry as he turns his head still laying to look at the girl. She releases her mouth finally, loudly whining and shaking her head again "P-please, no... No I beg of you, I will do anything, here, I have my checkbook on me, I-uh" she is stammering so heavily it is hard to make out what she is saying. Alastor crouches down next to her, his hand racing down the girl's face. "No no darling, it is far too late for that. You had a chance to use all that heritage of yours for a good cause, to spend some of it on those in need, to make a difference, and yet here you are" Alastor gestures around with a sigh "Blowing a fortune to support the lies of a fraud, spending your time with festivities, mindless pleasure while the rest of the world suffers. How utterly nasty of you people, to enjoy it all so shamelessly, contributing nothing, but worse ruining those already in need with one-sided deals. I appreciate good fun, but unfortunately, my dear, the payout has to happen sooner or later. Sooner, for you and your friends, it seems, but worry not your demise is not for nothing, it will be a delightful message for those privileged. Memento mori my good pal" he looks back at Vincent with that sick smile still plastered on his face. He then lifts his arm holding the knife and with a swift movement slashing the woman's throat across, a fountain of blood splattering out.

All Vincent can do is watch mesmerised as the spraying of blood slowly, then starts to die down with a few last coughs coming out. Alastor slowly gets up, walking back to Vincent, but that is the last thing Vincent can see before everything darkens out and he loses consciousness.