Sweet Sense (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 8

== Chapter 8
Rage==

You stopped walking, Alastor looked at you with confusion.

"My dear, we've been walking for quite some time.."

He stepped closer beside you.

"All for... This..?" Alastor looked at the trees that stood infront of you, you had stopped at a forest. Why?

You glared at him briefly, "Yes." You said walking into the darkened woods.

Alastor followed behind you "Why?" He questioned. You stepped over large twigs and logs as you made your way deeper into the forest.

"You already had your dinner, it's about time for mine." You bluntly said.

Alastor's smile thinned. You weren't talking about him being your, dinner? Now were you?

"Besides, I need to get my energy up." Alastor nodded, looking around at the trees.

You had taken him to a part of the pentigram, that neither one of you owned. So, it took quite a while to get there.

Crunch.

Your wolf ears perked up as you heard the sound of leaves, you quickly bent to the ground in a crouched position.

Alastor must have heard it too because he squated with you.

You both hid behind a tree, you peeked around the bark.

Then, you saw it.

A brown deer.

You licked your lips in hunger. Alastor glanced at you, then quickly looked away, gulping slightly.

A small growl left your throat, your sadistic ways were kicking in. Your teeth grew sharper, claws pointed.

This caught the attention of Alastor, he watched you in fascination and amusement.

The deer had no clue what was happening, or what was going to happen.

Suddenly, you launched at the deer. You couldn't wait another second, the wolf inside of you took control.

You tackled the deer to the ground, biting into it's neck with your teeth. You and the animal rolled across the leaf terrain.

Alastor's lips parted in shock, he had never seen someone so eager to eat deer.

You ripped at the deer's throat with your claws, blood flowing down your arms. The animal gave a sound of pain, it only made your hunger spike.

You bit at the deer's throat once again, crimson liquid dribbled down your chin.

As your teeth pierced the deer, you shook your head, hard. Finally, the animal's body went limp in your mouth.

Your eyes were glossed over in black as only two thin red pupils could be seen in them.

You hunched over the animal and began to tear into it's flesh. The only sound that could be heard in the quiet forest was your munching.

Alastor watched, just watched.

The amusement in his eyes was gone, replaced by something unreadable.

His body was stiff, his grip on his radio staff tightened. Alastor's ears twitched as he heard the sound of your teeth ripping at the flesh.

Alastor watched you eat hungrily, the insanity in your eyes never left.

He found himself having an unhealthy pleasure to hear you gnaw at the deer, and just watching you tear it apart gave him a feeling he couldn't describe.