To Love A Killer

Chapter 4

'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.

You waited around for Alastor to get home, which was not as boring as you had initially thought. You had grabbed a book from his shelf and began to read. It was really enticing and got your attention fairly quickly. The book was called The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie. It was so well written and you felt like you were actually inside the story. You were still reading by the time the clock chimed, telling you it was noon and that you should probably grab some lunch. You made yourself a quick salad and sat the kitchen table with the book and you ate while you continued to read. You were so engrossed in the book, you didn't hear the door to the house open and close. "(y/N), Darling! I have returned!" Al had called from the door way. 

"I'm in the kitchen!" You called, not looking up from the book. Alastor made his way over to you, leaning down to see what you were doing. 

"Ah! I see you found a book to read, my dear? How are you enjoying it so far?" He asked and grabbed some food for himself. 

"I haven't been able to put it down all day!" You said, again not looking away from the pages. He chuckled and ate his food in silence. After a while, you closed the book and set it down the table and sighed. "That was the best book I have read in such a long time!" You exclaimed with a giant smile on your face.

"Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy mysteries?" Alastor had asked. 

"Well, I would say that I do, yes!" You smiled happily. 

"What about.. murder?" He asked, his tone changing just ever so slightly. You thought about it for a moment. 

"Well, I guess I find it interesting, especially we are talking about books. A always love a good murder mystery story." You finally said. He just gave a curt nod, his delicate smile growing just a tad. You both ended up having some homemade beef stew that you, yourself had prepared. 

"My my darling! This is some of the best beef stew that I have ever had!" Alastor said taking more bites of his stew.

"Why, thank you, Al! That was sweet of you to say." You smiled and ate your stew as well. Once you two had finished, you took your bowls and eating utensils and started on doing the dishes.

"My dear, I must be off again! I'll be back soon, don't wait up if I run late. Ta-ta, darling!" He then ran out of the house grabbing his jacket along the way. He has been going off on his own a lot lately, especially late at night. You quickly grabbed your bag and jacket and headed out, deciding you were going to follow him and see what has been up to. After last nights incident, you were dying to know.

Alastor's POV

I had strolled to the street corner where I saw, that woman earlier today. I waited for a few minutes before deciding she probably had moved to another street, but as I was about to leave, a hand laid itself on my shoulder. "Wait, Sugar! You looking for a good time?" I smiled my charming smile and turned towards the woman. 

"Why, darling. I thought you would never ask! But first, how about we get a pretty doe, like yourself, something nice to eat!" She smiled a warm, but sickening smile. 

"Why, thank you, sugar!" We then linked arms and walked to a street corner cafe. We had been eating and sipping tea. "Well, don't you think we should be heading off towards, your house?" She asked.

"But, I haven't even got you name yet." I leaned in. "You know mine, don't you think I should at least know your's as well?" I asked, my smile still never leaving my face. She laughed a bit, 

"Alianna SinClair." She responded.

"Well, my darling, SinClair, what a beautiful name for a rose such as yourself." My charm working as usual. I led her in the opposite direction of my humble abode, I was never even think about letting some... vile woman into my home. We made our way to a path in the woods. A hiking trail, I told her it led to my home that laid deep within the woods. Pathetic thing believed every lie I had told her. 

"How much farther is it, handsome?" Alianna said out of breath. 

"Not too much longer, my dear!" I grinned and we continued on our walk. After another few minutes of walking, a look of concern crossed her face.

"You- you aren't taking me to your house, are you?"She asked, a noticeable amount of fear dripping from her words. I laughed.

"Why, no dear, I am not." I pinned her against a tree and gripped her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "You are sick, vile woman. Throwing yourself around at any random stranger. No respectable lady should do such things." I seethed through my smile. Words spitting out like venom. She tried to scream, but from my hand holding her face in place, came out like a whimper. Like a sad puppy who had gotten yelled at for ripping apart its master's slippers. I shuddered at the fear, it was like a drug. It filled a hole inside me, and I wanted more. So. Much. More! I let go of her face and quickly grabbed my hunting knife from my pocket. "This here, dear, is the knife I use to gut my kill." I showed her the weapon as it glistened in the moon light. She looked at me in fear, watching as I inspected the blade. I then plunged the weapon into her leg. 

"AH!" She let out a blood curdling scream. She continued to scream out in pain, begging for me to stop as I dragged the blade up towards her torso. But I didn't stop, oh no! How could I? The feeling her screams gave me felt like what I imagined intercourse would feel like. The feeling was immense and it took all I could do, to not kill her right then. I took the blade and dug into her torso, causing her to crumble. I still had her pinned to the tree, so all she could do was slide down until she couldn't anymore. 

CRUNCH!

I whipped around to where I heard a branch snap. I saw a figure standing there in the shadows. Two kills in one night? The voices will surely be pleased by this. I let go of Alianna and slowly approached the new target, weapon raised, ready to hit it's mark. Until I stopped when I noticed who the shadow was. "(Y/n)?"