A smile from a psycho; Alastors Daughter

The year is 1945, your father had recently passed away due to some fuckwit mistaking him for a deer when hunting, your 16, virgin, and you always smile due to your father's saying, you've always preferred your father over your mother, , your only friend is named Penelope and the only friend your father approved of, Alastor (your dad/father) died and you now own his ashes in your grandmothers favourite vase in your room, he taught you voodoo and you picked up some killing skills from being with him, your father always loved you but always was tolerant of your mother due to the fact he just wanted her for a child and she seemed pretty enough, that's when you were born and you soon were the only thing in your fathers eyes that mattered, your really pretty and are just like Alastor except a girl, you got most of your looks from him instead of your mother, you got her eyes though

(you look gorgeous, im talking about u not the book you 😘)