To Love A Killer

Chapter 3

 You wanted to ask, but it could wait till tomorrow. Your eyes slowly started to fall once again, throwing you into another deep sleep.

The next morning you woke up to the smell of something absolutely delightful! You grabbed a red robe from the coat hanger, then made your way downstairs. You entered the kitchen to see Alastor cooking breakfast. "Wow,  Al! Whatever your making, it smells," You sniffed the air around you and shuddered. "Positively delicious!"

"Why thank you, my dear! Blueberry pancakes with fresh blueberries, some strawberries and freshly whipped cream!" He exclaimed quite proudly. His smile never leaving his face. His hair was slightly messy, but he still managed to get dressed into his button up, white dress shirt, black trousers, red suspenders and a black bow tie. He looked absolutely gorgeous. You made your way over to the small kitchen table and sat down, again smelling the air. Your mouth watered and you practically drooled. He set two plates down along with a hot mug of freshly brewed coffee. You took a bite and you about melted. The food tasted of pure bliss, like a literal angel had come a stirred the batter with his halo or some shit!

"Oh my Lord, Al! These pancakes are so good! They taste of what I imagine heaven would taste like!" You took another bite. You then heard him mutter something under his breath. "What was that, Al?"

Alastor's POV

"I bet you taste like heaven." I had mumbled under my breath. I looked at them with such longing. They were the only one who hasn't tried to flirt with, or throw herself at me from the beginning. They were special, different, something I've never thought I'd meet someone who was just like mother. 

"What was that, AL?" They had asked. They gave me a confused look, Oh darn! They mustve heard me say that. 

"Oh, nothing, my dear!" I smiled and waved it off. I checked my pocket watch. "Oh my! Look at the time! I must be headed off to work! And don't worry, (y/n), you can take the day off since yesterday was so.. fearsome." My smiled never leaving my face. 

"Thank you, Al. You're truly a kind gentleman." They smiled at me, god that smile. So deliciously perfect in every way. The way it curves in the perfect crest, their sparking white teeth perfectly straight, the light pink of their perfectly sized lips, everything about it is spectacular.

"Anytime, my dear! Well, I must be heading off now! Feel free to do whatever please in my absence!" Then I grabbed my jacket and left, heading down the street to my glorious job. Then I notice... her. A red haired woman in not so appropriate attire. She was practically throwing her self away to every gentleman who passed her. The voices started up again, those blasted voices screamed inside my head practically begging for me to tear her apart. Limb from slutty limb. 

(y/n) POV

After Al left, you made a run up the stairs up towards his room and his personal bathroom. You searched and searched for any sign of blood or bloody clothing. You found absolutely nothing. "Must've been my imagination." You shrugged to yourself. You decided to turn on the television and watch some shows. It didn't last long considering you didn't even own a television at your own home. You then turned the radio on to tune into your favorite radio host. You listened and waited to hear his soothing voice come over the static.

"Good morning my darlings! I hope everyone is having a fine dapper of a day! Alastor here, and boy do we have some news for you today!" You sat down on the sofa and listened intently. "Last night, one of our very one employees here at the station was almost murdered! That's right, murdered! But the brave soul had successfully defeated the brute intruder!" You smiled at how he called you a brave soul. It made a storm of butterflies erupt in the pit of your stomach. "There was also another murder last night. From the looks of it, it was the Louisiana Killer! Poor victim, Mary Stalls, was found at the local children's park this morning. No report on what has been done to poor Mary, Stay tuned for updates! Now, Lets sway and swing to some cool jazz." You sat back in the couch. Another Louisiana Killer murder? 'So the man who broke into my home last night couldn't be him. Unless, he killed her before breaking in? Either way it was all too scary.' You thought to yourself. You decided to get up and get dressed. Now, to wait for Alastor to get back.

(Sorry this was a short chapter. I was running out of ideas for how to transition into what was going to happen next. The next chapter will be a lot more thrilling, I promise!)