"Now, the million dollar questions...Who is this killer, assuming it's someone other than The New Orleans Huntsman? Is he or she still in Louisiana? Have they already fled? Are they sneaking past us right now, under all of our very noses?"
Vincent, unable to help it, turned up the radio, (again). He loved to hear people talk about himself, especially if they had such a lovely tone. He hadn't caught the host's name, maybe he'd-
"They could be anyone of us. Killer, if you're listening..."
The voice continued, uncaring of his inner thoughts. He held his breath, almost worried the smooth tongue would slip away forever lest he gave it his full focus.
"Then make yourself known."
With how the voice had just asked Vincent so prettily?
Oh, he would.
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Or,
Vincent has gone down to Louisiana, needing to continue rising through the ranks of stardom across television. But then he ends up meeting Alastor, a local Radio Star with a bad attitude that Vincent would love to fix.
Too bad Alastor liked being difficult.
Oh, and they're both serial killers, but neither of them know it yet. Who would have thought?
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Cross posted on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/74673856/chapters/195022946
>{~ Static of different kinds || A Vox x Alastor story ~}<
17 parts Complete Mature
17 parts
Complete
Mature
Creator of cover art is **Radio Shack** on Pinterest.
My first story, I'll try. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Vox would sit up from Valentino's bed, he had fallen for the Moth demon's flirts and comments after a night of partying with the other V's had ensued, causing him to be with a killer hangover.
Vox would make his way over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to see a rather large crack in his screen, who knows how that happened...
"Fucking great..." He would mumble to himself as he clenched his stomach, holding in his vomit.