Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 15

Emma Lovett

A week had passed since those three fateful days and my life resumed back to normal -- with a few changes.

Alastor would come up to my house every morning to bring me flowers (I still get flustered, there were moments I was tempted to hit him for wasting money on bouquets) and we'd have breakfast along with Alvin before heading off to work.

And when I'd finish work for the day, Alastor would walk Alvin and I home and we'd have lunch together. He'd leave early for his evening or night talk shows, but when he doesn't have any plans, he'd stay past 9.

It was wonderful to see how devoted he was to us. It was as if I had a husband already and it was only day 8 of our relationship. Everything seemed so natural with him, and I can tell he felt the same.

I decided to purchase a radio (Alastor was ecstatic) just to hear him broadcast as I get lunch ready on the table. He really was a charismatic man at work, he talked without taking a single breath and I can tell how much he loved his job. Even when he was talking about the most recent murders in Louisiana, he made sure to tell everyone to stay safe.

But the more I listen to his broadcasts, the eerier it was to continue -- more and more murders were pilling up, more than five this week. After we'd (along with Alvin) go out from time-to-time for a stroll or just dinner at a nearby diner, there would always be someone out of the crowd who won't see the light of day tomorrow.

Joseph Claren bothered me the most, I recognized him -- he was the butcher from last week.

Found dead on his apartment floor, his once brown carpet stained red and blood was everywhere. It bothered me so much, I went as far as to buy a newspaper just to see the pictures to see proof. It was grotesque, vile, cruel, monstrous.

Joseph Claren had all his limbs chopped off and turned to mush with his own hammer and blender. It was presumed that he was fed with his own soup like flesh and blood hours before he even died. His intestines coiled around him, his fingers chopped into bits of pieces but never found. The police found burnt skin and nails on a pan atop his stove.

Something was cooked. An indicator that the killer may have sautéed Joseph's fingers.

There were more details about the crime but I was too sickened to continue. I eventually threw away the paper before heading home, not wanting Alvin to read whatever was on it.

Although it was unsettling, I chose to see the good. Good being, Alvin now has a friend!

Anthony, his name was. He was a new student at Silver Leaf, and Alvin welcomed him with a bright smile. They hit it off quite well!

Anthony was a few years younger than Alvin who was ten, but that never seemed to bother them. Anthony was about seven years old, his smarts toppled everyone in his grade but his twin sister was left behind. He had quite a snappy personality but Alvin would always manage to calm him down or pull him back from causing a riot.

It still surprised me how they became friends. Alvin told me they were playing at the playground a few days prior. He had a hard Brooklyn accent even at a young age but was said he used to live in Italy. His family was wealthy and important, our school usually thrives on average to below-average students so having Anthony was a surprise to us.

Although he was a hard shell to crack, I knew he was good. His twin is such a sweetheart, you'd be surprised they were related.

"Emma?" Will called for me as we walked down the hall together. "Are you alright? You don't seem to be all in there," He asks with a grin. I snapped out of my senses and turned to him with wide eyes.