Book 1: The Rabbit's Obsession (Alastor x Oc)

Chapter 1: Once was

The year was 1912, and I had just turned 15. The first snowfall landed overnight. My father had brought home a radio. The moment he turned it on, a male's voice rang through the room. The voice was captivating to me. All I could think about was his voice. I loved it. His voice was intoxicating. Over the next few weeks, I would listen to his voice, and I fell in love with him. I was engaged to a man only a year older than I. I hated him. My mother and father loved each other to the point that it was annoying. The engagement was my Mother's Idea. Alfred was a man from a wealthy family, plus he was unkind and disrespectful to those around him. He thought of himself as above everyone he met. His rough fist hit me a few times, and without apology. It was as if he didn't care.

After a week or two, something clicked in my head. I could kill Alfred, as my father showed me. I felt my lips form into a smile after a week of planning. I grabbed a shovel and a kitchen knife. I went to the room where he slept and slit his throat. I felt my smile widen, and it felt so wonderful, so beautiful. I grabbed his body and brought him to the woods. Dug a six feet deep hole and threw him in. I buried him there; then, I disposed of any evidence Which also included my clothing. I lit the match and watched as it fell to the bloodied clothing and lit up. I let out a small insane giggle. After the fire died down, I made my way home and put on clean clothing after cleaning the blood off my skin. All evidence was gone. With that, I lay in my bed and close my eyes, falling into a peaceful slumber.

I dreamed of what he might look like and oh how it made me feel; the thrill and a strange feeling. I had awoken the next morning in a beautiful mood. No one noticed that Alfred had vanished. They didn't question it till a week later. After months they gave up.

Five years have passed, and I have killed countless more. Of course, all the corpses were hidden well enough not to be found. I Buried them all. Along the way, I started making headstones. I also developed an odd ability. When I touched an object, I would gain everything from creation till when I received the item. I was somehow able to interact with particular objects that my favorite radio host once had. I learned his name was Alastor. I knew where to find him when I did see him, and I noticed him. Time seemed to come to an abrupt halt. I took in every detail from his head to his toes. I felt that feeling even more now. I wanted to speak with him, but I couldn't get the courage too. I once followed him.

I found he was like me in a certain way. He was a killer, and oh, how it made me want him even more, but I held back. At one point, I wrote him a letter detailing everything I felt about him. He was my muse, and he didn't know. Other women would try and flirt with him, but he paid no mind. So in the dead of night, I killed every one of them. He was mine, after all. No one could have him.

It was now the year 1933. I was cleaning the house while listening to the radio. When I heard that my beloved had vanished after getting caught, it was a week before my 25th birthday. I dropped the glass I was drying and ran out the door. The radio had said they had lost him in the forest nearby. I ran towards it. After an hour or two of running, I came to his corpse. He lay pale and cold to the touch. It looked as if dogs got a hold of him. His skin covered in bite marks, and his face almost unrecognizable. I buried him later that day under a large tree. I reluctantly marked his grave with his name. Someone will pay for taking you away from me. I laid the red roses atop his grave and walked away, and as the next three weeks passed in a blur, I couldn't remember much other than adding to my body count.

In the winter of 1933, a hunter with a bow had shot an arrow right through my neck. Everything was black.

When I woke, I was in a strange place. A few buildings surrounded me. A few had windowed sides. I stood a made my way over too one. I looked at my reflection. My brown hair had changed to a royal purple and got longer. My once deep green eyes now a soft orange with yellow whites. I opened my mouth to see sharp, light yellow teeth, and I had bunny ears that were the same color as my hair. My nose had a black tip. I turned around to see a fluffy tail colored the same as my hair. My skin had turned gray from its rosy completion before.

When someone passed by, they seemed to be an animal hybrid. "Hello," I greeted. Replying with a rude tone, "The fuck you want toots?"

"What is this place?" I asked.

"You're in Hell, sweets."

There was no escaping it now. I smiled widely and clenched my fists, drawing black ink to drop to the ground. It began to form blobs. After the clots formed, I pointed at the man and said, "kill him." My tone was dark and unforgiving. After that, they moved forward, killing him. After that, I blanked out, and when I awoke, I was on a pile of bodies as tall as a building. I was satisfied for now. Of course, my thoughts roamed to the idea of Alastor and his honeyed words. I shook my head, holding back temptation.

Very few know me. I'm Alice Stormwood, the Ink Demon.

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