Dark Desires

Chapter 2. Stitches

Alastor's POV

Alastor's POV

After about an hour had passed I decided to go up and check on the little bird. I went up to her room and knocked on her door twice. "Oh~ (Y/N), are you decent?" After a minute and the sound of her feet walking around in a rush. "Yes!" I teleported into her room and I saw her unfazed and sitting on her bed looking in a mirror and touching her face. "Your appearance bothering you my dear?" My smile never fading but for some reason, I felt a bit concerned. She put the mirror down and looked at me. "no, I'm just a little confused as to why I don't look like the demons I see outside or something similar to you. Other than the wings and eyes I really don't look any different from when I was alive...well I did have a healthier complexion and (F/C) hair." I felt my grin grow at her question. "Well, my dear that's simple my dear! Your form is determined by the life you lived before. Take me as an example, I used to be a hunter and radio host in my old days." She looked at me with a blank expression.

(Y/N) POV

"Well I guess that explains the ears and your voice. I had a feeling you used to be someone in the entertainment business." I saw his eyes widen just ever so slightly, he seemed surprised by my answer. "Well dearie if you don't mind, would you like to accompany me for a meal. After we can get you some new clothes and tour around the pentagram." I thought about it for a second before smiling. "Sure, that would be lovely." I didn't think it was possible but his grin grew. "Wonderful, let's go!" "Say what now?" He snapped his fingers and we appeared in front of a restaurant, a good thing I had my shoes on. It wasn't anything fancy but I still felt a little underdressed. I followed Alastor into the establishment and watched him talk and get us a table. He pulled my chair out for me and pushed me in then sat down himself. The trembling waiter brought us the menus but Alastor didn't take one. I opened it and saw my favorite meal, (F/F). Alastor must've noticed. "Find something you like dear." When I put my menu down he had his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands with his signature grin. "Yes, i see one of my favorite meals from when I was alive. I'm a little surprised to see it here in hell." I flashed him a smile then a question. "What did you order?" Before i could get an answer our waiter came back and asked for our orders. "May I take your order miss?" "Yes, I'd like (F/F) please and for a drink i would like a glass of (F/F) wine." The waiter scribbled on his little notepad and asked Alastor. "A...and you sir." The waiter trembled in complete fear. 'Was he scared of Alastor?' I thought. "I'll take an extra rare venison steak with a glass of bourbon my good man." (I feel like bourbon is the only alcoholic drink he will ever drink) 

The waiter scribbled on his little note pad and pretty much ran away. "So you're a cannibal huh?"

Alastor's POV

"So you're a cannibal huh?" She looked at me directly in my eyes. Her nonchalant tone took me by surprise. "Does that scare you, darling?" "No, not really. To be honest you just proved a theory I had." This woman is so intriguing. I let out a low chuckle, my radio filter cutting off. "And what is this theory if I may ask?" I saw her eye twitch before she cleared her throat to speak. "You are the famous radio host Alastor, a southern serial killer and a cannibal. It was hard to trace a body back to you because you ate the evidence." I will not say I am impressed but I am. "May I ask how you know of my past like dear?" I saw a grin tug at her lips. "I found an old newspaper in a shed about you and not long after I started listening to your old radio shows." Our waiter returned with our meal before I had a chance to replay to this new information. 'How do I even reply in this situation?' i asked myself. I saw her pick up her utensils and start eating her meal with a little smile on her face. I thought about her the entire time I ate. 'If she knows what I did and who i am why is she still here, why is she not running away, cowering in fear, WHY IS SHE NOT SCARED?' I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice I had eaten all my meal. I looked up at her and saw she had also finished and is now drinking her wine.