+*A Beautiful Note*+ (Alastor x Reader)

~•+*❤️Chapter 18🖤*+•~

      "Authorities have noticed the sudden pattern. And the two are not the same. The men were tortured slowly and died from the torture, hung as a sign. While the women were only tortured for a short amount of time, then killed. They believe there are two killers rather than one. It would explain the excessive amount of victims in the past." It was now {Y/N's} turn to freeze. And Alastor noticed. {Y/N} became nervous. They now figured out there were two. She knew they were closer to finding Alastor than they were her. After all, he wasn't thinking clearly when he carved those words. He had just said those words through.

       She didn't want him to be caught and given the electric chair or something similar. {Y/N} then decided something that could possibly get her killed. Murdering the people that were investigating Alastor's murders. At least the ones that already figured out the 'my doe' part. The first step would be breaking in the place and looking for the case. Destroy it, then destroy the ones that are assigned to the case. {Y/N} nodded to herself. Alastor wouldn't know. At least not until later.

      Alastor finished off the piece of news by telling the families that had lost their loved ones that they'd be avenged. But his grin said otherwise. And so did {Y/N's} plans. Alastor resumed with the more cheerful news, then rose a brow after two sets.

      "Oh..~? What might this be? A performance center is in need of a new musician! Their last one wad to sell their instrument to survive. Stock market crash, am I right~? Anyone is allowed, and preferably someone who plays a string instrument. This is a fancy performance center, after all! How jolly!" {Y/N} perked up at this. Maybe she could show the world her art without having to speak. She grinned. Alastor knew {Y/N} had many instruments, but he simply thought it was for display rather than actual playing. He had never heard them in use, after all.

<•>Time Skip February 12th 1931<•>

      Alastor hummed as he fixed his bowtie, looking through the mirror to make sure he did so correctly. {Y/N} wanted to go to the performance center, for whatever reason, and Alastor was free. He offered taking her and she accepted, much to Alastor's liking. He ran his hand through his bronze hair on last time before leaving his bedroom. The sunset light was pouring through the windows, the sun making his chocolate eyes seem golden. This evening would be a wonderful evening. Alastor believed that. He crossed the hall and knocked on his doe's door.

      "Darling, may I come in..~?" The door opened, revealing the ravishing woman before him. Her dress was flowing like liquid down from her hips, the white, silky, fabric hugging her torso nicely. Her hair was curled, and lips painted red, red roses seemed to be her sleeves, the roses resting against her chest nicely. Some were planted at random towards the bottom of her dress. Alastor had gotten her this gown for Christmas.

       "My doe, you look.. my, not even words can put your beauty to justice!" He took her hand, spinning her in a majestic circle as if they were dancing. He pulled her close within an instant, taking her hand and kissing the back of it ever so gently. {Y/N} giggled quietly as she gave Alastor a peck on the cheek, thanking him. Her eyes wandered across his figure, her grin growing. She then turned and went to grab her notepad and pen to write what she had to say, showing it to Alastor happily.

      'You look rather handsome! Look at that, we even match!' Alastor looked down at his clothing, letting out a joyous chuckle. He wore a white button-up with a red vest. They matched indeed.

      "I didn't even notice! We look perfect, don't you agree..?" Alastor questioned as he picked up the case {Y/N} had beside her. Then he realized why she was dressed so nicely. The case was a black violin case. And eleven days ago he had announced on the radio that the performance center was in need of a new musician. He supposed he was wrong, those instruments weren't for display. They were the instruments {Y/N} knew how to play. "Dear, I never noticed you played as well! My, oh my, how very talented you are~." The man chuckled as he held his arm up, {Y/N} instantly interlocking her arm with his. "Shall we~?" The woman beside Alastor nodded giddily.