CURSED CURSED THIS IS SO CURSED

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT IT.

Fawn's POV

My lips formed a soft pout as I fiddled with this dress in the mirror. The sequins glittered and moved with me, but I felt myself thinking about how it hugged my waist weirdly...

And my knees look a little strange...are my arms the right length? Why does my neck look so long...

Why am I picking apart my appearance?

Never before have I done this. Never have I ever worried about my looks, so why have I been recently?

There was a knock to the bathroom door that made my back straighten.

"Dear? You've been in there for 20 minutes, are you alright?" Came Alastor's voice.

My cheeks heated up and I pursed my lips at my reflection. He told me it was pretty in the store, but was he lying? Does he actually like it?

Sighing, I figured me standing here and worrying about it isn't going to help solve anything. So, I turned and headed to the door, pulling it open quickly.

Alastor stood there with his hand raised like he was about to knock again, but his surprised eyes shifted down to me and his lips parted slightly.

Lowering his hand, he gave me a long look. His silence was making me nervous.

"D-does it look bad?" I asked him, biting my lip. He blinked and looked into my eyes like I'd just said the most offensive thing he's ever heard.

"Bad?" He scoffed, "darling, I've never seen an article of clothing look so fantastic on another human being before in my life," he said with no hesitation.

The blush on my face deepened by about ten shades probably, and I couldn't help but smile at his compliment. My doubts dwindled, and I became more comfortable in the dress.

"Thanks..." I breathed out in a relived sigh, then took a moment to observe his outfit.

He was wearing a suit, of course, the fabric of the jacket being a deep brown with lighter pinstripes. Underneath, he wore a maroon vest, paired with a plain white dress shirt.

And we can't forget the the little black bow tie.

Giggling, I covered my mouth and pointed at his ensemble, "you look like a gangster," I snorted softly.

He quirked an eyebrow and glanced down at himself. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth and he bent forward with lowered eyelids, "then tonight you're my moll, doll~" he purred deeply, offering his hand to me.

I cursed this stupid blush on my face, taking his hand and shying away from him at the same time.

"Stop that, you womanizer..." I chastised him lightly with a smile.

He chuckled and led me down the hallway towards the front door. After opening the door for me, he motioned me out with a bow.

"Oh, you're too kind, sir," I said to him with a playful scrunch in my nose. It was his turn to blush, and he shook his head before slipping out after me and shutting the door.

The car ride started off quiet. I sat as I always did with my knees pulled up, elbow rested on the door as I stared out the window and watched the beautiful scenery pass by.

He didn't say how far away this place was, just that it was a secret and I can't tell anyone else about it. Apparently this is a speakeasy where if you don't know about it, you're probably not supposed to be there.

I don't know who I'd tell, anyway, but I agreed nonetheless.

Suddenly, a soft noise caught my attention and my ear twitched as I focused on it. Turning my body, I looked towards Alastor and saw his lips moving just barely as he mumbled a song under his breath.

A smile pulled at my lips and I listened to him for a moment. Even though he's mumbling, it's obvious he has a beautiful voice. His tone is even and he has unbelievable control over his voice.

"Your voice is really pretty," I complimented him, startling him slightly.

He blinked and glanced at me, the smile on his features looking a bit sheepish as he shook his head and put his eyes back on the road.

"Thank you, darling...I used to sing a lot with my mother, now, you should've heard her..." his voice turned soft and his eyes seemed to get a far away look in them, "she had a beautiful voice..." he said quietly.

From the way he speaks about her, I can only assume he loved his mother very dearly. His father, however, I think he didn't have the best relationship with.

Or maybe he didn't have any relationship with him, like me.

"My mom, too," I said, nodding my head in agreement, "she used to sing for me whenever I would get scared or upset, and it would always calm me down," my voice fell off slightly at the memories, a sad smile resting on my face.

"I wish we could've met each others' moms...I can't speak for yours, but I think my momma would've liked you," I said, replacing my sad smile with a brighter one.

Once again he glanced at me, and then flashed me those perfect teeth with a big smile.

"My mom would have adored you, Fawn," he said, his tone sounding a lot more sincere than I was expecting.

A sense of happiness flooded my chest knowing he thinks his mom would've liked me.

Just then, the car started to slow and finally he stopped. He had to parallel park, and once we were parked he got out, leaving me to wait on my side.

I would get out by myself, but he likes to help me out.

My door popped open, and I took his outstretched hand. Carefully, I stepped out of the car and looked around the darkened area of town.

Furrowing my brows, a nervous ball began to form at the pit of my stomach. It was just beginning to get dark, and there were hardly any other people around.

I held onto his arm as we began to walk down the sidewalk, and sent a glance up to him. His face was calm, and that helped ease my nerves just a little bit.

Except I still couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I have this nervous feeling swimming around inside me, begging me to turn around and check over my shoulder.

So, I did. I sent a glance over my shoulder, my fingers unknowingly digging into Alastor's bicep.

"What's got you on edge, my dear?" Alastor asked me, and I jumped at the sound of his voice. Turning back around quickly, I chuckled anxiously.

"N-nothing, it's just a bit...creepy out in this end of town," I explained sheepishly, and he chuckled.

"Sweetie, the last thing you've to be nervous about is anything hurting you," Alastor said confidently. I blushed at the new nickname, and sighed softly.

I knew he was referring to that guy he beat the shit out of, but even though I know he can protect me if I need it I just...

"I just feel a bit uncomfortable..." I mumbled.

Suddenly Alastor pulled his arm away from me, and I was going to protest until I felt his hand capture mine and lace our fingers together.

He squeezed my hand gently, and I was too stunned to say anything.

"You don't need to worry..." he reassured me softly, "I promise, absolutely nothing will lay a hand on you as long as I'm around. No one would even dare...and if they do..." he lifted our hands and showed me his still slightly reddened knuckles.

A flurry of emotions flooded my stomach, most of them focusing on how attractive that was. I tried to shake off the flattered blush on my face to no avail.

Instead I just shook my head and smiled stupidly, looking away from him.

Then he took a sharp turn, making me nearly stumble as we entered a dark alleyway. My nerves that had dwindled skyrocketed, and I found myself completely clung to his side.

He just held my hand, and I think I even felt his thumb brush over my knuckles soothingly. Near the end of the alleyway there seemed to be a door.

I'm only assuming this is where he's bringing me.

We reached the door and I looked over it. It was metal and had one of those long slots that you could peek out of.

Wordlessly, Alastor raised his free hand to the door and knocked in a specific pattern. Not even two seconds later the door swung open, revealing some sort of bouncer.

He eyed Alastor, then shifted his gaze to me. Narrowing his eyes, he nodded to me, "what's that?" He asked, looking back to Alastor.

I frowned, pinching my eyebrows down angrily and opening my mouth to tell him off for addressing me like that.

However, there was a hard squeeze to my hand before Alastor jumped in before I could speak.

"She is my companion tonight. She knows the rules and whatnot," he waved his hand, and the bouncer looked him up and down.

Then he rolled his eyes and stepped aside.

"Enjoy...don't make a mess in the bathroom," he growled as we passed and my cheeks lit up.

"I am not a prostitute!" I snapped at the large man, and gave him a glare as he blinked in surprise.

Alastor quickly pulled me inside, and soon the sounds of music and chatter filled my head.

The man next to me sighed, and I looked up at him as he led me to an empty booth that said "reserved".

"Woman, I swear you're trying to get yourself popped in the mouth," he said, shaking his head. I scoffed, letting him help me into the booth before I answered him.

"No, I'm trying to get some damn decent respect," I pouted sourly, "were you the only man who was raised with some manners?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, chuckling, "you are a very beautiful woman, Fawn. Unfortunately, that means you are a sure target for harassment and assumptions," he said.

I sighed, letting my shoulders slump slightly, "glad to see it's always been like that..." I murmured, and then looked up at him.

Putting a smile on my face, I leaned forward slightly, "so, what's so great about these places. The only thing I know about them is they were illegal in the 1920s because of some alcohol ban," I said, and he blinked.

"Well, dear," he started, "why don't you just let me show you," he said with a sly smile.

Smirking at him, I hummed, "alright..." I purred at him, "let's you and I get some alcohol in us and have some fun," I said, narrowing my eyes.

He blushed, but scoffed and leaned back in his seat casually.

"Alright, let's see if you can keep up."