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...BONES,WHOSE BONES? Pt. 2
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Y/N'S POV
The city shimmered beneath the honeyed gold of the setting sun. Its streets glowed with reflected light, the skyline fractured into a thousand gleaming shards by windows and car windshields.
Every step you took echoed softly against the pavement, the faint swing of some old tune curling out from a café nearby.
“Ah, Earth,” Alastor hummed beside you, hands tucked neatly into his vest pockets. “How long it has been since I’ve heard its cities sing.”
You grinned, bumping his shoulder lightly. “You’re romanticizing traffic noise again.”
“Why, of course!” he replied with a flourishing hand. “To hear humans honk at one another with such passion—it’s practically poetry!”
You laughed, your voice carried off by the breeze. The evening felt light, human, almost domestic.
Until it wasn’t.
A sharp whistle cut through the air, Together with a wet and sticky gaze that made your stomach churn in utter disgust.
“Damn, sweetheart, your ass is lookin’ fine today!”
You froze mid-step, your head snapping toward the sound. A group of men leaned lazily near the park entrance, half-empty bottles in hand, eyes crawling over you like insects.
A nerve twitched at the corner of your jaw.
Alastor didn’t speak—didn’t even turn. He stood slightly behind you, smile still plastered on his face, but the gleam in his crimson eyes dimmed to something far darker. His shadow seemed to stretch a little longer across the concrete.
You crossed your arms and shot the men a glare. “Say that again,” you said sharply, voice cutting through the evening like a blade.
One of them smirked. “Feisty one. Hey, we’re just bein’ nice!”
“Yeah?” you snapped. “Then maybe try growing a brain next time before your mouth starts running.”
The laughter that followed made your blood boil.
“That’s some attitude for just a pretty face,” one sneered, stepping closer.
You clenched your fists, ready to swing your cane if you had to, when you heard Alastor’s soft, unhurried tone:
“Excuse me?”
The air changed. It thickened, colder, And for a moment your senses tingled.
The man looked at him and barked a laugh. “Didn’t mean nothin’, man. Just complimentin’ your girl although you could give her to us for the night—”
Crack.
You didn’t even see Alastor move. One moment, he was smiling; the next, the man was on the ground, his jaw hanging wrong, a gurgled sound leaking from his throat.
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