Nightmare Ranch | An Alastor x Reader Lemon Series

Silence

Alastor and I walked up the dirt road for about a mile until I stopped, looked around, and crawled over a well maintained fence. Wordlessly, Alastor followed me. We made our way across the field. It was dark, with only a faint red glow to light our way. I put one foot in front of the other, trying not to think about what we were about to do. 

A large feed barn came into view, and I propelled myself towards it. When we were almost to the doors, Alastor grabbed my wrist, turning me to face him.

"Are you sure about this?" He whispered, concern radiating in his crimson eyes. I nodded mutely. If I spoke, I would crack. He returned the nod, releasing my wrist. I turned back to the barn, took a deep breath, and marched inside. 

Large bins of grain sat out for the morning feeding. There had to be at least a dozen of them. Alastor pressed a zip lock bag in my hand, and my fingers closed around it. Forcing myself forward, I opened the bag, sprinkling the contents into each bin. Alastor came behind me, stirring the contents into the grain. It was done in a matter of minutes. 

Careful not to leave any evidence, we fled back to the truck. Silence hung heavy over us as we drove back to my ranch. Alastor only tore away that heavy blanket of silence when I had put the truck in park in front of the house. 

"I'll stay here tonight and keep watch. You should get some sleep." He said softly. 

I smirked grimly, "Yeah...sleep. A lot of luck that'll give us." Alastor peered at me, concerned.

Turning to look into his eyes, I said in a flat voice, "I think we just started something that makes the Hatfield-McCoy feud look like a fucking picnic."