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

~•+*❤️Chapter 18🖤*+•~

~•+*A/N

      I have a few things to say before we continue the story! It has been almost 20 chapters of you and Alastor being alive! And still friends- (I'm not Adrien, I swear.) And it has been two years in the story. I think we all know what happens two years away from the upcoming year 1931. I don't think we all want to wait another 20 chapters-

      Because of that, I will be doing many time skips to speed up the process of the story. I will warn you, though. Every Valentines Day, something amazing or tragic happens.

      Also, feel free to share any theories you might have! There's a reason for everything within this book, remember that. I also enjoy reading all the comments like that that I get. Thank you so very much for 21k reads! And all the votes and nice comments. It really keeps me going. Although I may not update I often, I'm usually spending that time planning out events.

      Other than that, enjoy~!

~Midnight🤍

[•]Third POV[•]

      February 1st, 1931 was the date. The amount of victims per a month had gone done gradually over time, much to civilians' relief. The two radio hosts sat in the chairs in their station, Alastor laughing joyously at his own silly joke, {Y/N} giggling along with him. The two were always seen together, to the point it had become a well known rumor throughout Louisiana. There were some odd rumors, like how Alastor was 27 while {Y/N} was 24. Such rumors never bothered the two, it only bothered them when someone was speaking ill of the other.

      {Y/N} sorted through the papers while Alastor spoke, her brows furrowed with concentration. Although she was smart, she could be forgetful at times. Or not so bright. She stared off as she thought about the alphabet, considering she was doing the news in alphabetical order. Alastor paused for a moment and chuckled, taking the papers as he arranged the five papers {Y/N} was confused about.

      "Apologies, I was helping my doe with something." He said into the microphone, patting his partner's head. She giggled, standing up as she split the stack, placing one half in a file and handing the other half to Alastor. {Y/N} took a sip of her coffee, calmly listening to Alastor talk about the latest news. She much preferred hearing the news from him rather than reading it from the papers.

      "Now we have come to the piece of news everyone has been anxious for. I send my condolences to anyone that might've known the latest victims.." Alastor went silent for a moment as he scanned over the news. Ten bodies were found. Five of them weren't his victims. He side glanced towards {Y/N}, her focus elsewhere. Likely thinking about plans for supper.

      "Ten bodies have been found dead, half of them men and the other half women. The men were found hanging from a tree, the words 'mine' and 'my doe' carved into the tree trunk." Alastor froze. He hadn't realized his mistake at the time, he was so blinded by his murderous fit. He took a deep breath, playing his moment of silence off and a moment of breath. {Y/N} looked at Alastor. She was confused. But at the same time flattered. Who exactly did Alastor kill this time? She knew she was responsible for the deaths of the women, but Alastor didn't know.

      "The men were identified as Blake Witherspoon, Josiah Johnson, Gary Prestons, Frank Brink, and Harry Warren." Alastor looked angry as he spoke the names of the victims. {Y/N} remembered all of those people. Three of them had attempted to flirt with her, but failed considering Alastor was with her, and the other two nearly found out the truth about Alastor. He loved taking risks, but he knew when the risk was too high, and knew when to rid of the risk.