Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 6 [PR]

Alastor

I wonder what this feeling is, a feeling so foreign. Or more like a forgotten emotion.

It was what I felt when I was with my mother; warm, safe and sound but different. Definitely different, no doubt in my mind.

Who would've thought I would be so interested in her. She was an absolute charmer. So polite and modest, but so strong-willed she might come off as pushy. She meant well, was what I meant.

I laid on my bed, my jammies laid on my skin. It was a tiring day at the station, I may have to tone down all the killings so I can get some sort of rest from explaining it all.

In fact, it was so tiring, I felt the need to stab my loving superior who told me to do extra time and pull his teeth out one by one. Oh, how lovely that would be. The look on his face would be priceless and the blood. Oh, the blood.

I looked at the other half of my gigantic bed, thinking of Miss Emma Lovett. Somehow the thought of her smiling face before she left pushed away my bloodlust just for a moment. She was something... Something so extraordinary.

I was surprised by the fact that she didn't recognize me. She would've, at least, heard of my voice from the radio but it felt like I was talking to a clean slate. She had no idea who I was, what status I live on, much less my re-known title of 'Most Dashing Bachelor of the South' that I was surprised with on the newspaper.

It might be a tad bit too sudden to say that I grew fond of the beautiful lady. At first that Esmerelda woman was annoying me to my wits end just so that I can take her former foster child out for dinner. And so, to stop her pleading, I decided to give it a try.

And there she was, sitting on a few stools to my left, reading a little notebook with neat handwriting while munching on her breakfast and drinking her coffee. She was charming, indeed.

Unfortunately, she was too cautious. She noticed my gaze and greeted me with a smile. A lovely smile that lasted just a few seconds before I asked her out for a date. You wouldn't understand how surprised I was when she seemed shocked beyond words.

I was the dashing bachelor, no? I thought to myself. What do women her age want more?

"I'm not a fan of... i-intercourse," Her words rang in my mind. "I know he's charming, but I'm not looking for anyone."

I practically choked on air the moment the words left her mouth. If I knew that woman Esmerelda were to send me my other half, I would've courted her sooner!

She was a beautiful lady. Short brown hair that was very well kept, not too extravagant but not too simple. Beautiful hazel eyes that were so full of life. Pretty rosy cheeks that highlighted every time she smiled. Not to mention her fitness. She wasn't too wide neither too small. If I were to marry one woman that could fit in high-status prestige but still be humble and kind, it would be her.

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-Flashback to a few hours earlier (At the diner)-
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I was exhausted, extremely exhausted. No words could describe the inaudible tiredness I felt.

My superior, a ladies man, Jackson Mcquire, did not want to finish his work due to the multiple women waiting around in his house. Saying it was urgent and asked me to finish his piling workload that was due the next day. I simply smiled, having him leave quickly so I wouldn't change my mind.