You're never fully dressed without a smile, Darling!(Alastor x O.C.)

Time for the hunt!

Just like the night before, we walked the streets of Hell, hand in hand. Alastor had his standard smile on his face, though it looked like he was thinking about something. I spun a clump of my hair around my finger.

"So," I began breaking the morning silence,"gotta victim in mind?"

"Depends, I don't want to expect to little, nor to much from you," Alastor broke his gaze from the area in front of him and looked at me. "How many people have you killed, dear,".

"Well, within my first five minutes here I forced my claws into someone's neck, and that's about it," I said with a shy smile. Alasor tilted his head, curious. I held up my hand and extended my nails into the claws I used to kill that man when I first arrived. His smile widened a bit as my claws retracted to their original form.

"Do you have a favorite weapon?"
"Eh, you would be surprised if you saw what I can do with a simple knife, Bambi"
"Ha, ordinary, yet so extravagant coming from you."

I nervously giggled in response.

"I think I have someone in mind for a practice run," Alastor's static once again growing in volume. I leaned on him, and suddenly the static calmed again as Bambi began to stroke my hair as he did that morning.

I began to ponder why he didn't just put me in my room with Max. Maybe even on the couch, though he was to gentlemanly to do that. But in HIS bed with, and ME dressed in his shirt. Though, it was really warm... and comfortable, and he really did smell nice...  SNAP OUT IF IT, I thought to myself. By now, my arm had crawled it's way up his back and was now pulling him into a side ways hug, my wing mimicked the action.

Alastor picked me up and placed me on his back, exactly like the night before. I griped on with my legs and arms once again. I copied the position I took that night, folding my ears back, folding my wings in, and allowing my tail to lay limp and occasionally waving. Once again, his ears flopped over me.

"Try not to fall asleep again, Dear," He laughed, and began to rub my ear. I grunted in response. I suddenly noticed how soft the deer's hair was. I also found two small antlers that were also there, that my head slotted into perfectly in between.

After a few minutes, we approached a old and run down looking trailer.

"Here we are!"Alastor sang, "The living place of an old friend," I began to smile, noticing the way his voice slid when he said the word "friend" in a way he wasn't his friend at all. Suddenly, a pain was emitted from my mouth.

"Ouch!" I said with a jump. Alastor cocked his head at me. I put my hand to my mouth to see that my fangs had grown, I also barely saw a black-purple vein thing stretching to the tip of both my fangs.

Venom?, I guessed. I guess we're gonna have to find out!

I briefly saw a purple shimmer, then felt a weight in my hand. I looked down and saw a knife. Alastor didn't seem to notice, or he was choosing not to...