Fear and Delight (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 1

You began to describe it, using the act to let you look over the whole figure. A red pinstripe suit with black accents, the same monstrous antlers atop its head, the sinister smile that froze you to your seat. It was moving closer, the slow clack of dress shoes on the linoleum drowning out any other words you should have been able to hear.

What a delectable meal.

You shot to your feet, the figure next to the table. People looked up from their meals and James gave a nervous laugh.

Oh, you can hear me, my dear? What a pleasant surprise! I thought this was just a one-way conversation!

You felt your heart pound, its face getting close to yours and making you take your seat again. You were stuck in the glowing red of its eyes, the smell of blood filling the air around you. How could no one else see this? Why couldn't anyone else see this beast? James stared as you started crying, your hands covering your head as you cowered in the booth.

"You all right," he asked quietly. "Babe? Hey, look at me." He reached over, taking your shaking hand in his. He stared for a minute before standing and pulling you after him. "I think I know how to help you." You followed him, keeping your head down and hiccuping, not caring that people were now watching the two of you as you walked out of the restaurant. It was moments of sitting in his car as he drove before James stopped and got out.

You watched him walk away, shaking hands and bumping shoulders with a few shady looking people. He motioned at you in the car before they nodded, handing him a bag.

You took a drag, sitting in James' arms as he watched you. He rubbed your back, staring at the picture he had drawn of the figure. He whistled, holding it up, "That has got to be the nastiest bugger yet, babe."

You pushed the book down, your heart racing and then slowing down as the drug took effect, "I'll be okay thanks for asking."

"Oh come on, not this again," he groaned. I shook my head, looking away as he pulled me closer to him. The world began to get blurry, the figures the only things growing defined. You were laid back, your eyes caught up in the dark corner of the abandoned room. James was over you, saying something as you felt a light sensation over your body. You jerked, more from the red figure stepping from the shadow with ease than the sudden pain you felt inside your abdomen.

It ventured closer, a hand reaching down and wiping a tear from your eye. A long tongue came out, licking the drop from its claw as you grabbed onto James.

I don't think you're enjoying yourself, dear.

How could she hear this thing? Couldn't James stop what he was doing and just listen?

Do you want him to hear? Want him to suffer the same things you are, little human?

You jerked, gripping at James' hair as it leaned down to you. Something burned in your side, causing you to let out a scream. You grabbed at it, finding nothing but your bare skin. Your eyes blinked back the tears, looking to James as he looked down at you. He was sweating with a smile on his face, completely unaware of what you were seeing but aware of what he had been doing.

What a scoundrel. The man didn't even ask.

You shook, covering your mouth as little symbols danced about him. You looked back to the figure, it stood up to its full height in the room. "Yes," you croaked out. The figure's head tilted and the grin grew impossibly wide.

What will you give me in return, little human?

You shook, hugging yourself tightly.

I'll give you all the means you need to survive, my dear. I just need to know what you'll give me back.

You hiccuped, covering your face as James kissed your bare stomach. "Any- anything," you hiccuped. The red in the room seemed to give off a dim green glow, the figure's hand holding itself out to you.

Then it's a deal, little woman.

You reached over, taking it with a shaky hand. James watched, confusion on his face before the clawed hand became visible. It soon changed to a disturbed fear as the figure snapped it's head to him. 

"Oh, what a lovely feeling! This is a special broadcast," the figure sang out. You lurched back as James screamed, hugging your knees close to your chest as the figure began to tear the man apart. It stopped for only a moment, James' unable to make noise as he bled out on the other side of the trashy couch. It's hand shot into his chest, ripping out his heart. "Your end of the deal," it purred. You stared at the heart, feeling nausea take over.

Eat it.

You hiccuped and stared at the figure, the heart still beating in its hand.

You said anything, little human. This is what I want from you.

You hesitantly took it, shaking as it continued to beat in your hands. A clawed hand slowly pushed yours to your mouth with the heart, forcing it past your lips and in your mouth. The first bite had you gagging, the figure holding it to your mouth still with devilish delight. The second bite instigated a ravenous hunger that the figure laughed at. You didn't need any more coaxing.