Alastor x reader

Back Story

You are a 22 year-old woman who, fleeing her abusive soon-to-be husband, ends up on the wrong side of town. It is 1931

Run. This is all you can think about.

"(Y/n)!" Calls your abusive boyfriend.

He was much too drunk this night. All You know is that you had to flee. Picking up your slightly poofy dress, you make sure not to fall from getting it fumbled in your feet.

You hear his voice still calling and pleading your name, but you pay no attention. You know that if you do, you may Change your mind and suffer through more abuse.

"The car."

You get into the car parked outside and start it up as quickly as possible. You have never liked the use of swearing, but you sighed knowing how he had rubbed off on you.

"Fuck off James," you hiss under your breath.

Once you get the engine started the loud black car rumbles away while he chases after you. You soon realize after driving for 4 minutes he has lost sight of you. Your hold on the metal steering wheel relaxes.

When you slow down you see that the car was nearly empty of gas and you are still around 10 minutes away from any people. You take off your burgundy heels and start to make the long walk.

When you finally see some houses a rather large man walk out and says:

"What's a poor little doll like you doing 'round these parts?'
" I'm looking for a place to stay," you answer.

You fumble your hands, knowing you really did need a place to stay, considering you didn't want your fiancé having a clue of where you were. The nice man says he will let you stay with him. You don't care about how shady this is. You're tired, annoyed, and in slight pain.

The man introduces himself as "Eric" and you introduce yourself as well. 

"My name is (y/n)"

He says he is going to the basement to fix a bed for you. You study the pictures on his wall, lightly running you finger around the dusty frames. You soon realize something isn't right. There's a picture of someone in a black cloak and many other figures in dark gray cloaks. When you turn around to leave something hits you in the head and you black out.

"I believe I have found the perfect host."

"What makes you so sure?"

"They are a young woman, by the looks of it, unmarried."

You hazily wake up and try to scream, but it is muffled by something in your mouth. Once fully regaining consciousness, you see that you are tied up.

A more feminine-looking cloak being, pours something in your eyes, burning them and making you cry. You always had a strict military father, who told you crying was a sign of weakness. You didn't care.

Although it was hard to see, the fluid in your eyes made you tears black. The realization this was a cult, and you were the sacrifice, made you cry more.

You couldn't die!
Was there an afterlife?
What would happen next?
How much would it hurt?

As you were asking these questions to yourself, the cult members circled in to you, chanting. The same black-cloaked person you saw in the picture walked towards you with a red box. When he opened it, it revealed a knife. As he walked towards you the chanting got louder, until you felt the cold metal pierce and exit your skin multiple times, you shut your eyes.

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