Alastor and his dysfunctional family

Welcome to hell (pt 1)

- Alastor falling to hell. 


Alastor Pov
 
I stood at my front door as I tied up my shoes, my beautiful wife, charlie, stood at my side, holding my daughter, lily, in her arms, my son kneeling next to me, watching me as I tied my shoes. After I finally got my shoes on, I moved to stand up, scooping lucas up into my arms and nuzzling him, before standing him up on the floor again. 

"please be careful" Charlie said, putting lily down and telling the twins to run off and play. I smiled at her, moving to cup her cheek. 

"relax my love" I said, brushing my thumb over her lips, "you know i'm too good of a hunter to get hurt" I said. I love it when her face goes dark red and she stared at me lovingly. I couldn't help but look at her with the same amount of love in my eyes.

"I know. but I can't help but worry" she said, moving to grab my jacket and straighten it up, brushing some dust off my shoulder. She made me laugh sometimes.

"Alright. I should probably head out before night fall." I said, kissing the top of her head and then grabbing my rifle, moving to put on my strap and grab my bag, that charlie had happily packed with food, an extra jacket and ammo, i loved this woman.

"Okay! have fun and be safe!" she said as I opened the door, my shoes crunched when I stepped out into the 2inches of snow, my breath visible as I walked down our path and into the woods, following some line that I had tied in the trees to my favourite hunting spot. 

[2 hours later] 

It took a good 2 hours to get to my favourite hunting spot, the sun already beginning to set as I crouched in the trees, my eyes trained on the small, slow moving stream that was covered in tall, dead trees that made perfect coverage for me to not get detected. 

It took another hour until I saw quite the stag walk towards the stream, his head high and looking around cautiously, before moving over to the stream and leaning his head down, I quickly took my rifle out from my back and brought it up, looking down the scope as I lined up my shot, letting out a shaky breath, the shot aimed right at the heart, until....

I shot, striking the stag through the heart, which caused it to cry out and try turning around to run, stumbling to the ground and letting out meek calls of distress. I moved to stand up, slinging my rifle back on before rushing towards the stag, watching it as it took its final breath, before moving to lean down, picking it up and slinging it over my shoulder. I knew that charlie hated it when I got my jacket blooded, but I wanted to bring the whole stag home for my family, to show my children the mighty creature. 

As I walked, I had the stag draped around my shoulders, excitement fuelling me when i felt the blood soak through my shirt, dripping down my neck and back, I had missed that feeling, the excitement of the kill. I had tried to suppress my need to kill, for my fawns sake, but I knew what I was, and I knew that simply hunting for deer wouldn't satisfy me for long. 

Then, when I was walking, thinking about how I could conduct my next kill, I heard a growl, causing me to turn around and, to my horror, I saw 4 large, black dogs. My breathing stopped, staring at the beasts, moving to hastily drop the stag and grab my rifle, moving to aim it at them before suddenly, a fifth one jumped my back, causing my gun to slip from my grasp. I felt the jaws of the dog clamp down on my shoulder, causing me to cry out in pain, trying to claw at the dog.

But my call of pain triggered the other dogs, and all I could remember was the feeling of my flesh tearing, their claws digging into my skin and teeth sinking in, one bit down on my calf, another ripped into my stomach with its claws, and the last I saw, was a man running up, a rifle in hand, It was pitch black, and the hunter must has mistaken me for a deer, because the last thing I saw, was the blinding flash of a gun and I closed my eyes.

Narrator Pov.

As the old hunter ran up, he looked at his dogs, ripping what looked to be a deer to pieces, he quickly lifted his rifle, shooting blindly, before the dogs backed away, going up to their master. The hunter walked closer, lifting up his lantern before a gut wrenching feeling came over him. That was no deer. 

The hunter quickly looked around, before grabbing his dogs and legging it into the woods, leaving the body of alastor laying on the ground, his clothes in shreds with blood staining the once white snow around him, the body of the stag he killed laying next to him, facing alastor. 

After a day of alastor missing, police launched a search for the man. And it didn't take long to find the remains of alastor, following a trail of blood to a body that had been dragged into the bushes, half eaten by wolves, and just a little way away, the bones of the stag that alastor had killed, along with his belongings and rifle. Upon looking through the bag, they found a photo of Alastor and what looks to be a young blonde woman, presumably his wife. 

They soon tracked down where alastor lived, knocking on the door. 

Charlie Pov.

It was around 8pm when I heard the sound of knocking, rushing to the door and slamming it open.

"Did you find him?" i asked frantically, I didn't care if I was in only a gown. I looked at them, feeling hopeful, before I saw them look at each other with dread and my heart dropped, like it was stomped on and teared into pieces. 

"Im sorry ma'm." The policeman said, moving to hold out a bloodied bag, the same one I had packed for him. I moved to take the bag into my hands shakily, pulling it to my chest and feeling tears well up in my eyes. 

"where is his body." I said, and they looked to each other. "Ma'm there was barely anything to recover-" they started and I looked at them, rage in my eyes.

"So you just left him there?! get out." I said through gritted teeth and they nodded, tipping off their hat before turning around and walking down the path from our house. I slowly closed the door, turning around and slumping against it, pulling the bag close to my chest and bringing my knees up, sobbing into the bag harshly, before wailing, grabbing my hair. 

[2 days after alastors death]

I would say i coped, but I couldn't. I wanted my children to live on earth, and then bring them to hell, but that was no longer possible. I couldn't imagine living this mortal life without their father. and drinking his bourbon wasn't helping. I reluctantly pulled myself up, brushing off my gown before going upstairs. 

[upstairs]
I moved to open my twins room, they still didn't understand where daddy had gone, and I didn't have the heart to tell them. I watched from the door as they played, laughing and giggling. I smiled weakly, before moving over. "hey you two." I started, sitting down with them. "would you two like to move?" I asked, watching them. 

"move? where too mom?" Lucas said, tilting his head cutely, which reminded me of his father whenever he was curious. 

"well. you see. your daddy had to go somewhere" I said, picking my words carefully. "And he can't come back to this house. but we can go live with him." I said, and their eyes lit up. 

"really? we can see daddy?" she said, looking at me excitedly. I let out a sigh, moving to run my fingers through her brownish hair, smiling. 

"yes love. now, grab all your toys and clothes. here, i'll help you" I said, standing up and moving to grab some bags, helping them stuff them with toys, snacks and clothes. 

[A hour later]

Once I had helped the twins pack their bags, I moved to the table and quickly wrote a note, moving to then grab some string, tying it around lilys neck loosely, kissing the top of her head.

"listen. i'm going to send you to where mommy grew up. If you see a tall man with blonde hair and a top hat, tell him to read the note" I said, backing up and looking at them, smiling. I knew their appearance would change when they made it to hell, so I cherished their looks before moving to use what little magic I had on earth to open a portal, it was small but it would take them to where they needed to go. I kissed the top of their heads, "mommy will be right behind you" I said, before sending them through. 

When I saw them both go through, the portal became unstable and closed, and when I tried to open it again, it would never stick. That meant that my magic would no longer work on this mortal realm. I had to go out how sinners did.

I went to me and alastors room, looking around our bedroom before walking over to the walls, taking down the photos of our family. ripping them up. I knew I couldn't bring any of it with me. I then found alastors old knife, its once polished and red handle now tinted, the paint had scratched off at the bottom, and the golden stag that was etched into the metal, had turned rusty and brown. My mind went back to the man that alastor had kidnapped years ago. He was an innocent man, a man that we kept around because at first, we couldn't kill him because police was prowling around, and then the kids got attached, but now. he could finally have peace.

[after taking alastors shotgun from the basement]

I walked up the stairs, holding alastors old gun in my hands. I smiled weakly, moving to go to me and alastors bedroom, taking out one of his shirts and hugging it close, closing my eyes. "i'm coming my love" I said, moving to sit on the bed and grab the shotgun, leaning against the wall and placing the end of the barrel to my chin, closing my eyes before pushing down the trigger, and everything went black.