Alastor

Alastor always got what he wanted. And this time, he wanted you.

He knew it from the moment he saw you enter his radio station for the first time, when you interviewed his coworkers, looking for clues about the recent murders. He had never wanted something so much in his life, and he knew he had to have you for himself.

He approached you, became your friend and gave you false clues about his murders and tried to support you as much as possible in your investigations. He knew that becoming friends with a detective as talented and insightful as you was a risk, but he couldn't help but gape every time he saw you in a disguise to infiltrate somewhere.

Your efficiency and intelligence had him bewitched, something fluttered inside him every time he saw you so focused writing in your diary about the clues you had found.

A couple of months after he become friends with you, he met with you and you happily told him that you had finally managed to decipher something big about the Monster of New Orleans, and that you should go to a rich people's party this weekend.

He proposed his help to you, and you, so innocent, accepted it. Of course, he couldn't miss the opportunity to spend more time by your side. Besides, there were too many despicable people at that party, he didn't want anything to happen to you.

He could also choose someone from the party to be his next victim, but that doesn't matter.

He remained undercover, next to you at all times, his hand occasionally went to your waist every time a man looked at you even out of the corner of the eye. You were looking for more information about the murderer.

But at some point during the party, someone got too close to you, separating you from Alastor and talking to you. You agreed to continue the conversation, after all you could gather valuable information, even if it meant spending a little time with that young man with the certainly depraved look.

Alastor seethed with jealousy, his eyes following you at all times as you walked with that insufferable man and his fingers tightening around his glass of champagne.

When you finished your conversation with him, it didn't take long for Alastor to approach him and talk to him casually, pretending that his chest wasn't boiling with possessiveness.

When they were both far enough away from the crowd, Alastor took his arm and while dragging that man out, unable to resist the bloodlust, he murdered him. He didn't notice when you came out curious and a little confused for not finding Alastor. A gasp left your lips and you saw him, there, covered in blood.

You had discovered him, but he... was strangely excited.

From one moment to the next, he trapped you against a wall, covering your mouth with one of his hands so that you wouldn't make any noise that was too audible. He didn't notice when minutes passed and he already had your wrists pinned against the wall on either side of your head, his tongue assaulting the wet inside of your mouth.

He broke away to take a breath and licked his lips. One of his hands moved to hold both of your wrists above your head and his other bloodied hand caressed your cheek in a loving taunt and squeezed it gently, an amused laugh coming from his chest.

"Honey, you've always looked so... charming with that look of hate in those pretty little eyes of yours." He kissed your cheek, his grip on your wrists tightening as you tried to break free and move away from him.

"You're not going to run away, are you, pretty? You caught me killing someone, I can't let you go around telling about it... and, besides, I have other plans for you." His eyes narrowed in amusement, his chest pressing against yours while his tongue came out to lick the blood that stained your cheek.

"I won't bite... unless you want me to" He laughed against your cheek.