To Love A Killer | Human Alastor x Reader

Chapter Five - Out of Darkness

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Please Note: This story takes place between the 1920s-1930s and is about a cannibalistic serial killer, prostitution, and mobsters (among other things)
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Out of Darkness

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Adjusting to the new life that was given and discovering new feelings that didn't seem possible to have.

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Months ago, I met a man while looking for a quick cash grab. He was well known in this city. A famous radio host for the CB Radio Station, owned by an old client of mine, Charles Barkley. His name is Alastor Crowley. I chose to pursue him in hopes of reeling him in as a new client.

It didn't work out like I had thought. He's a little odd. Charming, arrogant, but a true gentleman. He wasn't like other men that I've known. We became close, he and I, despite how we met. He's done so much for me, more than necessary. He goes above and beyond for me, though I understand why. The man is a bit of an enigma. I get mixed messages, but I do my best to mind his boundaries. I will be forever grateful for everything he's done. I owe him a lot.

Our time together has been short, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time. Over the last few months, I've learned a lot about him. Even if he didn't have to say much. As I've said, he's odd.

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September 16th, 1929

We've been out on a picnic, where he took me into the park, to a nice spot under a large and beautiful magnolia tree. The tree was tall and healthy. I wouldn't doubt that the tree was a sight to behold when it was in bloom. He made two separate dishes and baked beignets, all for me. He mentioned they were all from his mother's recipe book.

While knowing him, I noticed he doesn't talk about her very much. If he does, he gets a certain look about him. I get the feeling she meant a lot to him.

There was one point where I couldn't help mumbling, mostly to myself, "When you plan a date, you really don't mess around."

To which I heard him say, "I suppose this is a date, isn't it?"

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. An odd sense of anxiety rushing over me, but it wasn't like the overwhelming stress that would come over me like any other day.

This was more like a tug at my heart, a strange pull of excitement. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Something wrong, darling?"

I only shook my head, scolding myself for stuttering so much. "N-no, I just... well, I was... um, is this actually a date?"

I thought this was just a lunch between friends. He did owe me a meal, after all. It wasn't like I wanted this to be a date...