Minnie and Smokey (MAS Book 1)

✨written in the stars✨

(A/N: Chapter 1 was a lil out of my comfort zone, but I hope ya'll like it! Also lots of cussing! You have been fucking warned!)

*Alastor*

I was always a loner. For a killer, I tried to keep a low profile. I never liked being in bars and things like that, but I decided to go my friend's bar. Mimzy was a dear and treated me well here. I always stayed here after work to kind of unwind. Women always tried to talk to me. It was damn annoying. I was never interested and had Mimzy shoo them off for me. It wasn't that I didn't believe in love, it was I didn't find these women attractive at all. I always found some of the men around me enticing, and that always made me feel like some sort of freak. I wasn't looking for sexual pleasure, I was looking for a lifelong companion. To be fair, I didn't want to drag anyone into my life of crime. I was on my way to leave, when I saw a particular young lady being grabbed by an older gentleman in an alley.

"Hey! I said let me go! Brucia all'inferno pezzo di merda!" I watched as the smaller Italian fought the man's grip as she was dragged. "I said no!" The smaller seemed a bit startled. They had blonde hair with brown roots, gorgeous brown eyes, and quite an odd ensemble of smudge black makeup. Never the less she was gorgeous. I felt defensive and got up to defend her. She looked to me startled. I realized she was quite taller than me. I looked to the taller man in front of me.

"Excuse me my dear sir! May you please release this young lady?" He looked to me and rolled his eyes, disregarding me. I rolled my eyes, pulling out the knife from my pocket and stabbing the man. The young lady looked a bit shocked. I looked to her. "You'll be a dear and not tell anyone right?" She shook her head. I put a hand out to her. "Would you like to join me for the evening dear?" She immediately took my hand and nodded. She was quite lovely. She seemed to be the first female I had fallen for.

"I-I'm Anthony..." I sighed in defeat. Of course he had to be a male. I only ever liked men. My damn luck. "Oh... you wanted me to be a girl..." He was dressed in a lovely dress that made him look rather feminine.

"No, Anthony it's fine really. You look lovely. Let's go get you calmed." I noticed the poor thing was shivering, so I gave him my suit jacket. Anthony smiled to me. That smile stayed in my life for years. Anthony's family had him use me for money, and I definitely knew this, because well he told me upfront. We made the joke that he was my Minnie the Moocher, and I was his Smokey Joe. The reference was to our favorite Cab Calloway songs. Angel always giggled sweetly when I called him my Minnie. We were inseparable since that night. Was I a murderer? Yes, and Anthony was actually ok with it. I was also ok with his criminal  life as a mafia boss. We were always happy to see each other. We spoiled one another in the others company. Anthony was affectionate and caring, and just all around wonderful. Our love blossomed in a hard time period, but we were happy once we were in our safe place. I was the only man Anthony's father allowed him to be around and loved, and Anthony was the only man I didn't feel embarrassed to express myself to. I was free to be myself, but things got out of hand, and I lost my life to the police.

*Angel*

I lost the love of my life to the damn police... and I wanted nothing more than for Alastor to hold me again. I lost someone who.... who didn't see me as a mistake. He showed me love I hadn't felt since my mother had passed. When he died I dived into drugs as a way to fucking cope. I did PCP, and that shit did it for me. I could forget about everything. I grew a hatred towards dogs since those disgusting creatures killed my love. They killed my Smokey... Alastor really was a ghost now. I sat in my room and cried everyday. I wore his suit jacket to remember that sweet smell of black licorice and cinnamon. I loved him... and would constantly fantasize about him. I wanted him forever and always. I needed him! There was no one else for me! Everyday was an uphill battle for me to just do my damn job. Eventually I got fucking kicked out and lived hopping house to house sleeping with men just to make a quick buck. I didn't value myself or my body. They were just tools for survival. I didn't care who did what to me, I just cared if I got money for myself. I worked liked this for years until I overdosed on PCP. I came to Hell realizing I was fucked if I didn't find work. Valentino met me, and he pretty much claimed me. He called me his boyfriend and his alone. He wasn't willing to give me to anyone else except clients. I was just a fucking pet! I wanted my freedom back, but when I looked at myself in a mirror... I saw my Smokey's smile  behind me, and everyday I cried in agony for him. I looked all over Hell for him, but no one would help me. They just wanted a quick fuck, and I was over that shit. I eventually met Charlie... I told her everything about my life, and she understood all that shit. Vaggie fucking nagged me because she didn't understand my situation. I let it slide and just let her yell at me if it meant I could stay somewhere away from Val.

I wanted Alastor with me... but I was a slut he could never love.