Blood dripping from the stars... (Alastor x Reader)

Work.《4》

When you awoke, it was to a knock on the door.
You looked at my clock to see it was already 11.24am.
"Shit!" You mumbled to myself as you stumbled out of bed and ran down to the front door. You pulled your hair up into a messy bun and adjusted your pyjamas then unlocked your door and opened it. You beamed a smile as you looked up to see who it was.
Victoria.
Your oldest friend, your 'sister', your co-worker, your boss.

Your happy smile seemed to turn into a nervous one as she had an annoyed look on her face. Maybe cause you missed your shift.

"(Y/N). We need to talk. Now." She stated as she made her way into your house, sitting down on my couch. You followed her, closing the door and making her a drink.

"What's wrong?" You asked, poking your head around the corner to look at her. She shuffled around uncomfortable as her face settled back to her normal, gentle look.

"Well, you missed your shift. So that means you're gonna take my shift at 2pm. And theres also... a really big thing..." she muttered the last part. You passed her the drink you had made and placed yourself next to her, eyebrow raised at what the 'thing' is.

"You're aware of that... radio host Alastor... right?" She looked into my eyes with a blank expression. Of course you were aware of that radio host. You had talked to him last night, after all. But, Victoria wasn't aware of that. You nodded your head and stayed silent, waiting for her to say another word. That she did.

"Well... I've been told that he has visited our salon and he has booked an appointment for this afternoon. Everyone seems to be intimidated of him because of his wealth and the up-coming stock market crash what will leave no employee to treat his needs. I would have done it but I need to get my savings together before this entire thing start. So, since you are taking my shift to make up for yours, I was hoping you would satisfy his needs." She continued to stare at me, not breaking eye contact. You felt my face light up as Alastor was mentioned and how he was visiting our shit-state salon.

"Oh. I'd be more than happy to take over his appointment." You nodded as you patted Victoria on the back. She smiled and stood up, walking towards the door.

"Ah, I knew I could count on you, (N/N)! You're the best!" She gave you a big hug before rushing out, most likely to collect her savings. And with that, you shut the door and ran up to your room, getting ready for the work time ahead.

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As you stood behind the counter reading the newspaper, a cold breeze flew past your body leaving you shivering. You looked up to see Alastor towering over the desk, seeming intimidating. You fixed your posture and glared back at him with a small smile taking over your face.

"Ah! (Y/N), dear! Glad to see you again. Didn't know you worked at this fabulous establishment!" He gave you a closed eye, wholehearted smile what you couldn't help but return.

"Ah-hah. Yeah. Well, I heard a certain someone made an appointment. So, if you'd like to sit down in the chair and tell me what you want doing..." You lead him to 'your spot' and sat him down. You walked away to get the supplies when another breeze hit your body. You turned around, equipment in hand, to see one of your co-workers looking terrified.

"You okay?" You asked them as you made your way back to Alastor, placing the equipment down.

"Killer... streets..." He huffed as he glanced around the salon. Soon enough, his gaze fell upon Alastor.

"Radio host...?" He squeezed out with his short breath. You nodded.

"Victoria told me to take over her shift since I missed mine and she needed to collect her savings for the upcoming stock market crash and little did I know, a certain big-shot was coming." You stated glancing back at Alastor who seemed to be deep in his own thoughts.

"Ah. Okay." He responded, walking into the back of the salon.

"So, Al, what would you like doing?" You asked him, bringing him back to reality. He shook his head, focusing on you and only you.

"I would just like a trim, if you please." He said, moving his attention from you to the equipment. He felt a sinister smile cross his face what people could tell apart from his natural smile, what was good.
You did exactly as he asked and after 20 minutes of chatting and trimming, you were finished.

"Ah! Thank you, dear! It looks just like it usually does!" He stood up and followed you to the counter.

"Well, it was a pleasure to deal with your hair. It is very smooth." You smiled, fiddling with the cash register. You told him how much it would cost and he payed just that.

"I hope to see you around sometime!" He exclaimed as he walked out the door and out of sight. Your co-worker popped his head around the corner just as he left.

"How aren't you afraid of him?" He asked.

"Afraid?" You questioned.

"Well, not afraid, per-say. Maybe just intimidated?"

"And why should I be intimidated? Because he is well-known? Because he is wealthy? Because everyone seems to adore him and his radio show?"

"Exactly! Weren't you worried about messing up his order?" Your co-worker seemed to whisper-scream. You nodded your head.

"Obviously! Who wouldn't be? But I'm worried about messing up anyone's order. As everyone should be." You sweeped up the fallen hair and put it in a corner what you would dispose of at the end of your shift. Your co-worker seemed to have fell silent and stared at the door, where your back was facing.

You spun around to see Alastor back at the door, with a worried expression on his face. You had to admit, it was a little scary. He walked in once he saw your little surprised jump and patted your shoulder.

"Close the shop." He blankly stated.

"Wait, what? Why?" You asked.

"Just do as I say! I may not be your boss, but I'm trying to save you." He replied, a new look of fear shot in his eyes. He wasn't scared for himself, but what was happening outside and what could've happened to you if he had continued his journey home.
The next thing you knew, your co-worker snatched your keys and put the entire salon on lockdown. Alastor had his hands placed on your shoulders, glancing around at everything, nervously.

"So sorry this is sudden! But I couldn't leave you to become... how do I say this... 'mafia meat'." Alastor suddenly said as your co-worker placed the keys on the counter.

"Mafia meat? What exactly does that mean?" You asked, leaning into Alastors touch as gun shots ran through your head.

"Well, let's just say, due to the up-coming stock market crash, its left large Mafia groups worried for their business so they've decided it would be a good idea to go on a rampage." Alastors neck seemed to crack as he tilted his head in annoyance. These were supposed to be his streets. The ones he murdered people on. Yet, the large mobs seemed to have claimed them as their own.

And Alastor didn't want to leave the salon, incase anything happened to his (Y/N).