I didnt kill her on purpose.
The year was 1924. I got ready back stage and dusted off my sparkly, well fitted, (f/c) colored dress. I have always been a flapper dancer and singer since ive been ble to be one, and I always loved it. I loved singing but dancing even more. I worked in a popular dance hall/ speakesy (Speakeasy/Dance Hall- Many were drab, makeshift saloons in basements or tenements located in shabby parts of town. Some, however, were fine restaurants in their own right, including New York City's swanky 21 Club, which featured two bars, a dance floor, dining rooms on two levels and underground passageways leading to a secret wine cellar. - Definition from Google) and we always had many different costumers flowing in and out, some were regulars. However this night was different... she stepped out on stage in front of the large crowd, Her favorite song playing. Half of them seated at the bar, sitting at tables, or standing and watching. Her eyes scanned the crowd as she dropped her fluffy boa a bit seductivley, she swayed her hips and danced in a jazzy manner before the song got to the part where she needed to sing.
Everyone watching her in awe, but not like how a man in a black vest did. He stood in the corner of The Dance Hall admiring her as she sung and danced, his glasses reflecting of the dim lighting in the building. Y/N smoothly picked up her fluffy, fur boa and swung it over her shoulder, letting it fall back in place exactly where it was before she took it off. The wooden stage below her as she gently tapped her heel on it, "Guess mine is not the first heart broken, My eyes are not the first to cry, I'm not the first to know, There's just no getting over you." She sang the song, pourng her heart out but not forgetting to put on facials and kepp up her joyful and lively spirit. "I know I'm just a fool who's, willing, To sit around and wait for you, But baby, can't you see there's nothing else for me to do? I'm hopelessly devoted to you." She spun around and danced a little more until grabbing the mic from the stand and putting it up to her mouth, the crowd joining in, "But now there's nowhere to hide, Since you pushed my love aside, I'm out of my head, Hopelessly devoted to you" The man in the corner stared with a huge grin on his face as he felt the room light up even more. She was beautiful up ther on stage, he wondered if she would still look charming with her bloody head on a stick.
As she finished the song everyone clapped and cheered, whistling and such. She was everyones favorite flapper, everyone loved her. The man She waved goodbye as she walked backstage with a big smile on her face. Once she made it behind the curtains, she sighed but was still content at everything, "That was fantastic doll!" Mimzy, a chubby woman, about y/n's height, said excitedly, running up to her, clasping her hands together. "Awww thank you mimz" She responded back and hugged her tightly in an embrace. A blonde guy with a suit on came in backstage, he was the owner of the establishment. "Amazing job as always y/n, you can get the weekend off if you'd like. You deserve it, with all the hard work done and you've been bringing money into this place!" He said enthusiastically. Both of the women just laughed at his goofiness. "I really shouldnt cal- You know I love this place more than my own house!" You joked and crossed your arms with a smirk. Calvin just laughed it off and nodded, sweeping his blonde hair back. "You sure hon? You seem very tired." Mimzy looked at you, grabbing your arm almost motherly. The look she gave a bit worried, "Im sure mimz." You smiled and patted her arm. Calvin and Mimzy nodding, you then walked out from back stage, turning to them for a moment before giving them a reasurring thumbs up and closing the door behind you.
Some people noticing you and asking for an autograph or to buy you a drink, they all swarmed around you. After what seemed like forever, everyone went back to doing what they were doing after you signed their arm or a napkin they handed you. She sighed and began to walk towards the bar, a tall man in a black vest approached her. She heard the footsteps near and she turned towards him. He was quite good looking, but she had never seen him here before. He had tan skin, brown eyes and brown hair with glasses. He had his arms crossed behind his back in a gentlemanly manner, she smiled slightly. Before she could speak, he beat her to it, "Lovely performance my dear, spledid indeed. My name is alastor nice to meet you." He said and gentley grabbed her hand and kissed it. She was a little starstruck by his actions, most men werent as gentle and kind and... gentleman-ly like him. He have been raised rigth then. After she slowly calmed her widened eyes, she smiled and looked at him. Alastor stared down at her with a shiny, toothy smile. "Nice to meet you as well alastor, my name is Y/N." She said, grabbing her fur boa a bit and adjusting it. "I saw all those poorly-natured pigs swarm you, you poor thing. I decided I would wait to approach such a pretty lady like yourself and come as a more polished man than the rest. May I buy you a drink... Y/N?" He said, his smiled a bit wider as he held his hand out for you to take. She felt entranced... unsure, as to take this mysterious mans hand. The jazzy and smooth music playing in the background, as if waiting for her answer. It was like his red eyes- wait... red eyes? No.. they were brown now. maybe she was seeing things. His brown eyes burned holes into hers, his eye contact, making them feel like the only ones in the room. She suddenly remembered she had to give him a response. Y/N nodded and gently placed her hand into his. ahe closed his and nodded, his smile never leaving his face. He turned and led her to the bar, then leaning against it and then turning towards her. "What would you like to order dear?" He tilted his head slightly, his glasses falling down his nose slightly. "Ill take borubon." He raised a brow and smirked, them turning to the bartender and ordering her drink for her, and paying. "Thank you sir." She smiled at him, "Please. Alastor is just fine." He smiled down at her. She nodded forgetting that he was comfortable to give her his first name so quick. "Your not gonna order anything?" She asked with a small tilt of her head as alastor took the glass cup of alcohol and handed it to her. she grabbed it and sipped it, "Oh no, im a little more old fashioned. I like the original red wine more." He said, a weird hint of something else in his voice as he said that. She got an odd feeling about him but didnt mind to much at it. He seemed like a man of class, likeing red wine? Thats crazy weird.
The night went on and they talked more and danced, suddenly alastor had to leave. He left without giving her anyway to communicate with him. Shame, She was really into him. But before he left he kissed her on the hand, he wouldnt just simply leave a woman stranded like that. That wouldnt be very gentleman-like of him. He gave her butterflies. She wanted to see him again, she needed to. But how? The place began to close and so she made her way backstage to where the other flappers were. Her feet hurting from her heels and the tight dress begining to itch at her skin. She was tired, maybe she would take the weekend off? Nah, she needed the money. "Hello Y/N!" Some of the girls and Mimzy said, she smiled back and greeted them as she went to one of the benches to grab her bag. It was nice out this night so she hadnt brought a coat, no need for it. She was the first one to leave the speakeasy and walk of into the dark night. Of course she had heard of the murders going around town, of course she was scared, but she just wanted to go home. So she walked quickly through the sidewalk. It was awfully quiet that night, too quiet. Of course her thoughts had to jinx it, she heard a blood curdling scream come from behind her, possibly from the alleywall. Oh shit... it was probably the murderer! She froze in her tracks, removing her heels incase she had to run, bt thats all her body managed to do. She couldnt move her feet to run away from the screams, suddenly they stopped. The stabbing stopped. The flesh ripping stopped, and then a tall man stepped out with a knife in hand, Blood dripping down from his arm and down the knife. A single drop slipping from the steel and landing on the rough pavement. Y/N couldn't make out the mans face, he ran away. Her eyes widened in fear as she held her fur boa tightly. What. The. Fuck.
She made it home, out of breath. She had ran all the way there out of fear of the murderer suddenly changing motives and following her to kill her. Luckily she had locked all the doors and was safley inside. She changed into pajamas and turned on the radio, "Breaking news folks! This just in, the fuzz found a body in a dark alley way near the Speakeasy on 44th street!" The man said enthusiatically, how could he sound like that? She thought in shock as she had been a first-hand witness to it. Maybe he was getting paid to say it like that? And how could have the cops found the body so fast? They must have heard the screams. "Rest in peace to those who have lost their lives to this vicious serial killer. And remember, keep your doors locked, just like duck soup, huh?" He laughed. (Duck soup. An easily accomplished task or assignment, a cinch to succeed, as in Fixing this car is going to be duck soup. - Definition from Google). "This has been your host, Alastor." He finished the last line with a rasp in his voice and it cut out. Alastor... Like the Alastor she had met that night? How could she not recognize his voice as the most popular radio host in New Orleans? She sighed and shut out the lamp on her nightstand beside her bed. Drifting under her covers and shutting her eyelids swiftly. Immedietly falling asleep.
Waking up bright and early to the yellow burning star, shining through her windows. she squinted and rubbed her eyes slowly. She groaned and groggily got up from her soft, plushy bed. lifting off her sleeping mask and searching for her slippers with her feet. Finally finding them, she slipped into them and slouched over, standing up. She stretched and yawne, her back cracking as she lifted her arms up above her head. A sudden ringing came from downstairs, she made her way down the carpeted steps and to the kitchen where the phone connected to the wall buzzed. A wire making it imposibble for her to walk around the house with it. She clicked it off and put it up to her ear, "hello?" she said in her most awake voice she could produce. "Goodmorning Y/N!" Her cheerful brother said on the other side of the phone. She instantly smiled, her face lighting up and her posture straightening out. "Goodmorning Luis! What has you calling me this early in the morning?" She questioned and leaned against the wall. "Oh, well, I wanted to invite you to an event with me! It is strictly for radio hosts and that jazz only... but I can bring a plus one! As my sister, and only sister, would you like to accompany me?" He said cheerfully. Oh shoot, he worked at the same radio station with Alastor, didnt he? She shook that off, maybe they way Alastor unervingly said the news over the radio was just her head. She told herself it was really nothing. She smiled, "Of course Luis, what hour is this event taking place and where?" She questioned as she peeked at the large opened window at the front of her house that she didnt remember opening this morning. "The grand banquet hall across the street of benny's butchery at 7pm." He responded. "Sounds good, see you then brother!" She then said and hung up. What would she wear? That place was very fancy, she should probably start looking in her closet for something to wear...
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