What Once Was

Chapter 10- Internalizing.

Alastor POV

-That Night-

A feeling inside me yearned to go after Charlie. I couldn't help but feel intrigued by her presence, and this inner desire I had to internalize, of having her.

The last few guests walked past me, reeking of booze and their laughters echoing all around. As I made sure each and every single one had left, I went back inside, and closed the door behind me.

Husker was wiping clean the bar, not really acknowledging my existence.

I looked around as the once atmosphere filled with fizzling energy now exerted a rather quiet and solemn atmosphere.

"Husker my good fellow!" I outstretched my arms as I greeted him. Rather than saluting back, he struggled balancing the bottles of alcohol he was trying to settle back in their places.

"You son of a -" I heard him curse under his breath as he made sure every bottle stayed out before turning to look at me.

I sat on the same spot from earlier and awaited for our conversation.

"I swear you are quite a bother by causing me all sorts of worries and troubles." He groaned as he leaned across the bar and started pulling out two glasses.

"I appreciate the offer my good friend but I don't feel like drinking." I neglected him as he placed them back on their place and pulled out a bottle of alcohol he had underneath bar and popped it open for him.

"I swear, first you come in all mighty and tough to save this damsel, a close risk to alerting the police. And if you didn't notice, this whole business could help me end there in prison. Then you scared me and almost drop my precious merchandise." He groans and chugs the bottle in one go.

"I guess if you put it like that then maybe" I reply.

"Not to mention the messy murders youve committed lately." He adds as he places the bottle sort from between us. Taken back from surprise I grin.

"My good fellow, you know My Mother raised me to be a charming gentleman, and being messy is not a part of my nature." I reply to him.

He raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? Cause it seems the victims that have been targeted lately do suit your interesting targets you tend to go after." He replies, a bit surprised from my answer.

"Messy murders are careless." I tell him as I swirl my finger on the wood. "Irresponsible mistakes on your can help on the path to end you." I tell him as I push the bottle off the bar.

Husker turns flustered by my actions as I apologize under my breath.

"You get the point." I point out as I go for the broom, leaned behind the bar.

"You disn't have to show it in a visual manner." He groans as I sweep the broken glass and gesture for him to hand me over the dust pan. Once I collect the emerald colored broken glass I hand the dust pan to Husker, who makes his way in throwing it into the bag, and going out to the alley way and throwing the bag outside.

As he does, I hear knocking on the glass paned windows of the speakeasy. The sight of a short and chubby woman, wearing a ruby-colored flapper dress, adorned with hot pink feathers greeted me. Once she saw my legs at the bottom of the door she turned to look at me for quite a while, before I had to shake my right hand to wave her back into reality.

"Hello! My name is Mimzy" Her voice was barely audible due to the glass between us. Deciding against my better judgment I opened the door for her and stood holding it as she walked in, and close it behind her.