A wild sleepy Fawn!

Alastor's POV

I waited patiently for her to come back out.

I probably should've told her sooner that Edith was a high voodoo priestess, but I'm not sure if she would've believed me.

There was loud laughter, and I looked towards the beaded curtain, watching it clatter as the women walked back into the room.

"Here we are, brand new as the day she was born!" Edith chirped with a smile, leading Fawn back to me. I noticed the skin around her eye was completely healed, and smiled wider.

"Thank you, Ms. Edith—"

"Oh Alastor baby, call me mama for Pete's sake, boy," she chastised me, waving her hand as she ushered Fawn back to my side.

My heart nearly skipped a beat when Fawn smiled brightly up at me.

I chuckled lightly at Edith's discontent with how I addressed her, "sorry, mama," I corrected myself, and she put her hands on her hips.

"That's more like it! Now you go and find this babydoll a pretty dress," she ordered, pointing towards the clothes.

I held my hands up, "ok, ok!" I said, gently leading Fawn away towards the rows of dresses.

Almost immediately she went to the flapper dresses. I simply stayed by her side while she looked over her options, making sure she felt comfortable.

My attention was pulled back towards the small woman when she gasped, and pulled out a champagne colored, spaghetti strap dress. The fabric was covered in sequin, and the look in her eyes was pure love as she stared at the dress in her hands.

The sight made my chest feel strange, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me. Normally, I only feel something similar when I'm killing, but even then it's different than this.

The feeling when I'm killing is a rush...excitement, and thrill. This is calmer...more inviting.

Her eyes turned up to me excitedly and the smile on her face could stop a storm.

"Can I try it on?" She asked me excitedly, and I nodded.

"Why of course! Let's go see that beautiful dress tried on," I said, beginning to take her to the fitting rooms.

She quickly disappeared behind the curtain, and I could just barely see her feet from beneath it. She shifted a few times before her clothing began falling to the floor, making me avert my eyes.

For some reason, I feel warmer thinking about her being naked on the other side of that curtain. I could see her in my mind, her smile, those eyes...slowly stripping away her clothing for me, laying back in my bed...spreading her legs—

My eyes snapped wide open and I quickly placed my hand over my mouth.

What am I doing?! How dare I think of her like that, what's the matter with me?!

Promptly I wiped my mind of those repulsive thoughts, taking a deep breath in order to cool myself down a bit. Then the curtain pulled back, and I nearly choked on the air around me, but managed to keep my composure.

She looks utterly stunning.

A little smile was on her lips, and all I could do was look at her in awe as she approached me. The sequins glittered and shook with each step she took, the dress hugging her and accentuating her curves.

"How do I look, do I look dumb?" She asked me, biting her lip slightly before spinning around slowly to show me every single beautiful angle.

My breath caught when the back of the dress was non existent, ending just above her tailbone. The smooth skin on her back had a few moles that dotted her, leaving cute little beauty marks along her body.

"Y-you look gorgeous, sweetheart," I stuttered, internally cursing at myself for doing so.

But the smile on her face after I said that was worth more than gold, her eyes glimmering happily.

"You think so?" She asked me, and I nodded. The soft blush that dusted her cheeks made me feel proud that I was the cause of it, and I found myself wanting to see that more.

The look in her eyes and on her face tops any look of fear she's ever given me. The pure excitement of killing can't even begin to compare to the warmth in my chest from seeing her smile because of me.

While all of this is nice, I quickly became overwhelmed. What are these feelings? Why do I like seeing her so happy? Has she hexed me?

No, I'd know...what's happening to me?

"Alastor?"

Her soft voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I realized I'd just been staring at her. Blinking, I cleared my throat.

"Yes dear?" I answered, restoring my smile that had nearly relaxed.

She reached up, and my heart flipped in my chest at the feeling of her fingers on my face. She did the same thing as before, checking my temperature.

"You feel hot, are you ok? And your cheeks are all flushed again," she pointed out, making me sweat with nervousness.

Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her hands down and let her go, shaking my head, "I'm perfectly dandy, my dear! Perfectly, perfectly dandy," I said with a nervous chuckle.

She hummed and shrugged, "ok...I think this dress is perfect!" She chirped, shimmying her hips to make the sequins bounce back and forth.

Merciful lord, give me strength.

I don't know what's gotten into me suddenly, I've met plenty of beautiful women before, so why is this the one that makes me like this?

Chuckling to hide my nervousness, I gently patted her back, ushering her towards the dressing room. I can't stand to look at that dress on her body a moment longer, and I don't know how I'm going to take her out in that on Saturday.

She looks utterly fantastic, and for some reason the thought of other men laying their filthy eyes on her wearing something so pretty irks me.

Once she was properly dressed, she came back out and handed me the dress.

I was completely baffled to find that even with the dress off...I still felt this way around her. This physical attraction that I have never felt with another person before, and I'm starting to feel repulsed by myself.

Those pants really do look good against her legs...

Quickly I shook my head, turning away from her as I collected the dress from her. I need to hide this blush on my face.

Together we headed up to the checkout where Edith was waiting for us. She was humming and when her eyes raised to meet mine she smiled. Then she looked at the dress in my arms.

Her eyes lit up, "oh, what lovely taste! Of course, I love all my dresses, but that one I just know looks exquisite on her little self," she said as she took the dress from me.

I stole a glance at Fawn who was standing next to me happily, blushing at the compliment. I wish she knew just exactly how good she truly looked in that dress.

Edith handed me the bag with the dress, and I cocked an eyebrow.

"What's my total, mama?" I asked her, and she waved me off.

"On the house, baby," she said with a warm smile. I shook my head.

"No, no, I can't—"

"Thank you!" Fawn chirped, taking the bag off the counter. My mouth hung open and I watched her start to walk away, my eyes absentmindedly falling lower and lower down her back.

"You coming?" She called over her shoulder, making my eyes snap back up. I glanced at Edith, and she was looking at me with lowered eyelids and a knowing smirk.

I rolled my eyes, going to catch up with Fawn. When we were outside of the store, I built my composure back up, and offered her my arm.

She took it without hesitating, her eyes forward as she observed all the shops. At this point, the sun was just beginning to lower in the sky, giving it the slightest orange hue.

The girl next to me sighed softly, and I looked down at her.

"Everything alright?" I questioned, and she looked up at me with a small smile.

"Yea! Yea...everything is great, actually...I was just thinking about how I haven't really felt...happy like this in a really long time..." she said quietly, "and I know it's weird, considering our circumstances of knowing one another, but I appreciate your company..."

Those words made my stomach feel weird, that warm feeling twisting in my chest again.

"Y'know, when you're not trying to kill me," she snorted softly, elbowing me in the side. We were the only people on this stretch of sidewalk, so it's alright for her to joke about.

I chuckled as well, and patted her hand that was rested against my arm, "indeed...I rather enjoy your company as well, darling," I said, my voice softening to a much more gentle tone.

The atmosphere between us was calm, but unfortunately, nothing can ever be permanent. Gruff laughter could be heard distantly as we approached a couple of miscreants.

Disgust washed over me at the sight of the slobbish men, their clothing looking ratty and hygiene obviously unkempt.

Instinctively I pulled Fawn closer to my side, eyeing the men. My stare should have been warning enough to keep their mouths shut, but of course they aren't very smart.

One of them whistled at her, putting his eyes on her body in the most disrespectful way. I could've killed him right there and then, but with Fawn at my side I couldn't do that.

There weren't many people out, and we were in a more desolate area of town. Unfortunately we had to go this way to get back to my vehicle.

Fawn's fingers tightened around my arm, and she clung to me. The action made my heart skip a beat, but she was doing it because she's uncomfortable.

She's scared.

That alone pissed me off enough for me to shoot the men a glare, preparing to just walk past them.

Or at least...that was the plan until a very loud smack resonated through the air.

Fawn yelped, jumping closer to me before one of her hands flew down to her behind.

I nearly lost every single ounce of self control in that moment, immediately pushing Fawn behind me as I squared my shoulders at the man.

His friend snickered, and the rough looking individual smirked at me. He had a scar running through his eye, leaving it grey and lifeless. He was young, but his features were hardened.

"That's one sexy kitten you got there, Mr. radio man," he scoffed at me, pushing off the wall he had leaned himself against, "I don't know why ya look so mad, you's the one letting her walk around lookin like that...you'd think the dolly a whore the way you got her dressed up."

His words made my blood boil, and my fingers twitched as I thought about just pulling my knife out and burying it in his neck.

But...no. Not here. Not when I've just gotten Fawn to stop looking at me with fear filled eyes.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you," I growled at him, "did your mother never teach you any manners?" I tilted my head, and he scoffed again.

"Our mother was a whore," he said bluntly, flicking the cigarette between his knuckles to the ground, "she would go around suckin and fuckin white collared bastards like you all damn day, and my daddy was probably one of em..." he said with a disgusting smirk as he slowly approached me.

"And...with the way them britches is huggin those sexy legs, I'm thinking kitten goes around doin the same thing," he lowered his voice, now barely even five inches away from me. His eyes were locked on mine, and I had bloodlust pumping through my veins.

The atmosphere went dark, and the edges of my vision were fading to red. I couldn't believe the utter audacity, and blatant stupidity.

Even the brother could read the air enough to back off, trying to get his sibling to as well.

"Hey, bro, back off a bit, I think he gets it..." his younger looking brother said, eyeing me worriedly. He's right to be scared.

However, the idiot in front of me wasn't as smart as the young blood, and he sneered.

"Shut up, you pussy," he directed at his sibling without taking his eyes off me, "this shmuck isn't gonna do jack, he probably thinks he's too good to lay a single finger on us...he'd do anything for money, though," he spat vehemently, and then his eyes shifted to Fawn for a second and his sneer widened.

"How much to fuck her pretty little mouth?" He asked suddenly, raising his eyebrows. I snapped, my smile nearly splitting my face as I immediately reached into my vest and gripped my knife.

Just as I was about to slice his throat, I felt something tug against my arm and I spun to face what it was.

Fawn stared up at me with wide, pleading eyes. The red that was threatening to take over my brain slowly cleared away.

My heavy, angry breaths calmed, and reluctantly I let go of my knife, removing my hand from inside my vest.

The man in front of me was unfazed, scoffing the moment I backed away from him. I sent him one final glare, pulling Fawn close to me before I swallowed my pride and turned around.

If she doesn't want me to...I won't.

"Yea, that's right, pussy. You want those kitten lips all to yourself, I get it...go suck ya daddy off baby, and give him a little extra for me."

Never mind.

Immediately I pulled from Fawn and I had him by the front of his ratty vest. Slamming him into the wall, I got close to his now wide eyed face.

"You shoulda shut your damn mouth," I growled through my teeth, nearly picking him up off the ground.

I didn't give him even a moment to respond as I let him go, watching him stumble forward before I planted my knuckles into his jaw swiftly.

He spit out blood and coughed, falling onto one knee and holding his hand up, "wait, wait man I was only foolin! I'm sorry!" He choked out through his bloody mouth. I'm sure the broken jaw wasn't helping either.

I chuckled darkly, planting another hit against his jaw. This one sent him straight down into the ground. I felt something on my arm, and turned to see the younger brother.

"Mister he was only messin, promise!" The boy begged me, and I barely gave it another thought before I planted my hand into his chest and shoved him back.

"Let me show you what happens when you disrespect a woman, so maybe you won't end up like your poor brother!" I spat at him with a psychotic smile on my face.

I was on top of the man in an instant, straddling him. I gathered the front of his shirt into my hand, lifting him up slightly just to send him back into the ground with another hard hit to the jaw.

I don't even know how many times I put my fist to his face, each time sounding more painful that the last. My fingers were bloodied and my knuckles felt sore, but I wanted to see him choke on his teeth.

I wanted him dead.

How fucking dare he speak about her like that, how fucking dare he.

"Alastor!"

My fist paused, raised high as I was about the land another blow to his unrecognizable mug. The man gurgled and weakly pushed against my hold on his shirt, and I turned to face the source of the voice.

When my eyes landed on Fawn, wide eyed and staring straight at me with a fearful and sad expression, my anger melted away in turn for a slight bit of guilt.

Not guilt for what I'd done...if she'd have let me, I would've killed him and left his body in the alleyway to rot...but guilt for her having seen me like this...

Like the monster I am.

"C-come on...that's enough, let's get home," she said, her voice shaking slightly as she motioned for me to come to her.

My chest heaved slightly as I caught my breath and I looked at my knuckles, covered completely in this man's blood.

Without another thought, I dropped him and got up. The other one was against the wall trembling, and now that I could get a good look at him, I can only guess he's maybe 16 or 17.

Let this be a lesson to him.

I gave the kid a pointed glare as I passed, and soon I was by Fawn's side. I felt satisfied, but I was worried she might be afraid of me again after that display.

But she simply let out a shaky sigh, and grabbed my arm again.

"Damn, you know how to hit." She whispered, sounding impressed. I felt heat rush to my face and just a bit of pride swell in my chest as my smile stretched wider.

Looking down at her, the sunlight hit her face and made her green eyes look beyond beautiful as her blonde hair seemed to shimmer.

My stomach fluttered and I quickly looked away, tugging her closer to me.

I scoffed, "bastard deserved it."