Reincarnation

Chapter 1

"Alistair?" Martha knocked on his door and stepped in. He was propped on the bed, with his back to the wall, one leg tucked in, one stretched out in a casual, lazy fashion. A pile of newspapers rested on his lap.

"Yes?" 

His eyes were still the same, she thought fondly, as he stared at her. Curious and indifferent at the same time. 

But try as he might, he never could hide that gleam in his eyes whenever he was interested or intrigued.

"So.......Another offer came today. You know.... For adoption-"

"I refuse."

"But these people are so nice! Maybe they wont be like that last—"

"Please don't bring that up" His tone was clipped.

"That man was a psychopath. I know. I know he hurt you, Al- but that doesn't mean you have to hide it!! I'm here to help-"

"I don't need help." His voice was definitely cold.

"Al...."

"Is that all?"

"Alistair!! This is important to me! You finding a family—having a life- good food, good schools, having a nice room of your own- not a tiny filthy nook with peeling grey wallpaper and ceilings that leak whenever it rains!!!" She gestured emphatically to the walls, her chest heaving.

Alistair stared at her as if analyzing her from top to bottom. Then, miraculously, he smiled and stretched himself like a cat.

"I know, Mum.You want the best for me, blah blah blaaah" He made a face.

She tried a smile too. " I hope you can be happy Al. That being with a family or someone else."

Alistair chuckled suavely and got up and towered over her. He put her hands on either side of her wasted-with-age, wrinkled cheeks and kissed her forehead. 

"I'm happy right where I am, mum" .

....

Alistair rolled his eyes when Martha left, her happiness at being called mum showed on her face. It really was way too easy. 

He sighed and opened up a folded newspaper. Scanning the headlines, he raised an eyebrow.

Well someone had been really naughty that past few weeks.

.......................

 He entered the bustling bar.

Sounds of laughter and loud conversation drowned the somewhat soothing jazz music. He looked around as if trying to find someone. He walked couple of steps forwards, when a couple bumped into him-heavily employed in a groping session.

The girl looked at him and then blinked and smiled really big.

 'Hi~~ Like, i totally didn't see you there!! Wanna hang out?' She waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Ignoring her invitation,he smirked and pushed past her. He had a very important appointment.

It took him about ten minutes to finally spot her. She sat with her very gorgeous back to him on bar stool, sipping a martini delicately. Like a lady. That made him smile.

Well. She wasn't named the most seductive fox in the whorehouse for nothing. Shrugging, he made his way over to her.

As soon as she caught sight of him, she smiled her beautiful smile  that had led about twenty one men fall into her lap. 

And then somehow mysteriously ended up dying. 

For shame. What a tragedy.

'Its a pleasure to meet up with you. Would you like a drink?' 

She really was very lovely. Her back was as lovely as her front. Her face even more so.

Too bloody bad.

"Oh sweetheart, I assure you. The pleasure is all mine." He purred.

She grinned.

Like he always said. Sometimes it really was too bloody easy.

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