Anotha' one.

Might change her design slightly, I don't think it looks sharp enough.

Mindy:
Height: 5'8 (without heels)
Hair color: chestnut brown, short and styled up.
Eyes: sharp blue, very striking.
Scent: floral (very overpowering)

Her attitude is a bit like Katy Killjoy, she's really full of herself and narcissistic. She "likes" Alastor, meaning she finds him and his money attractive, but there's absolutely nothing deeply emotional behind it.

She is fully convinced that Al will fall for her one day, and loathes that Fawn is getting so much attention from him, basically having the fear of losing her "future" cash-cow.

Fawn's POV

When Alastor and I got to the radio station, he stopped out front and turned to me. I looked up at him with a smile and he returned it.

"Alright dear...I don't want you do go too terribly far, but you know your way around so I'm confident you'll be just fine. Whenever you're finished looking around meet me back here at the studio," he said. I nodded, lifting my hand in a wave before I turned to part ways with him.

Then my eyes widened when he stopped me, taking my wrist gently into his hand. He tugged me back towards him and brought one hand up to the back of my neck.

I was confused about what was happening until I felt his lips press against my forehead very gently.

The moment was quick, and he released me as fast as he'd grabbed me. Heat crawled up my neck and I stared up at him with parted lips and wide eyes.

"Please be careful, cher," he said softly, seemingly unfazed by my shock, "and here..."

Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet, sifting through the bills before he grabbed one and handed it to me.

"Take this, use it for food and whatever else you want. You don't seem too enamored by material items, but if you see something you want, get it," he said, almost sounding like an order.

I looked up at his gentle smile as I took the 20 dollar bill, glancing at it briefly before I put it away into my pocket.

"T-thanks," I stuttered slightly, still flustered over the affection he just showed me.

His warm smile turned into a smirk, and he ruffled my hair, "you look positively lovely with your cheeks all rosy like that, sweetie...well, I must go now, I'll see you later today," he said, turning and walking into the station before I could respond.

Leaving me to stand there a blushing mess.

It took me a moment, but I composed myself, shaking off the flurry of butterflies that flooded my stomach before setting off on my own.

As I walked down the long stretch of sidewalk, my brain was stuck on that moment. Last night when he kissed my head I thought he was just tired, but now there's no doubt that he definitely meant to do that.

Am I reading too much into this? Should I feel this way over something so simple?

All he did was tell me to be safe, and there's nothing romantic about that but I just...

I sighed softly, shaking my head.

These feelings for him are silly, and dangerous.

He is dangerous.

He is a dangerous, manipulative, psycho serial killer who doesn't care about anyone but himself...

At least... that's what I thought...

Before he defended me...more than once.

Before he took care of me when he could've done something horrible instead...

Before he made me laugh, and feel happy for the first time in a long time.

Before he comforted me when he didn't have to...

Could he share these feelings that I'm having? Is it silly to think that he might feel this way, too?

As I'm lost in thought my feet take me towards a familiar shop, something that I could navigate towards without using any real brain power.

Only when the bell rang as I opened the door did I pause and look up to see where I'd just entered.

Oh...

"Fawn, sugar, how are you, baby?" Came the kind voice of Edith as she walked over to me.

I blinked, looking down at her before pursing my lips and forcing a small smile. My jumbled thoughts and feelings were still eating away at me, and I couldn't seem to make them calm down.

"Hi, mama...I'm Ok, just browsing," I said with a shrug and Edith tilted her head before putting her hands on her hips.

"Now, what's with that sour face, cher? That was the most pitiful little smile I ever did see..." she said, before walking past me. I observed her movements, watching as she flipped the open sign in her front window to closed and turned back to me.

"Come sit, precious, you look like you need some advice from mama," Edith said softly, giving me a gentle smile.

The moment she said that I felt tears burn the back of my eyes and I nodded, my lip quivering slightly as tried to keep from falling apart.

Her features softened and she walked up to me and took my face up into her hands, her fingers gently brushing against my burning cheeks.

"My goodness, baby... what's the matter?" She asked me in a quiet tone, and that was all it took for my vision to cloud with tears. Her image in front of me became blurry and I ducked down into her chest, burying my face into her neck before I completely broke down.

She moved her hands to my back and traced calming circles, rubbing up and down as she rocked me back and forth.

"Aw sugar...you're homesick, aren't you..." she muttered against my hair, her nails tracing up my spine gently.

I shook my head, sniffling slightly before another sob made me tremble slightly.

She paused, "no? Well, then what's all this about, cher?" She asked, still speaking softly.

"I-I'm so c-confused..." I whimpered against her skin, hiccuping softly.

"Confused? Sweetie, what's got you confused...?" She wondered, "did that mean ol boy say somethin to you? You need me to spank him?" She asked playfully, and I actually giggled slightly even though I was still crying.

I sniffled and shook my head again.

She tsk'd, pulling me up so that she could wipe the tears from my eyes. Once she'd gotten me relatively calmed down, she brushed my bangs back and swept her fingers down the side of my face.

Her soft smile and motherly eyes were so comforting and I just wanted to bury myself back into her chest and cry some more.

"Now, honeydew, let's go back to mama's spell room and have a talk...I can see you need it," she said, taking my hand in hers before she started leading me back towards the beaded curtain.

Once again we entered the whimsical room, the smell of incense wafting through the small space.

The scent calmed my aching nerves and I took a deep breath before sitting down into the same chair I sat in last time.

Edith sat across from me and I sniffled, wiping off my eyes to rid them of anymore leftover tears.

She sat patiently, waiting for me to collect my thoughts.

After a moment of silence I took another deep breath and told her everything.

I spilled everything that's been bothering me, everything I've gone through since I've been here, and told her the way Alastor makes me feel.

Through the entire winded spiel, she just sat calmly and listened. Not once did she interrupt me or laugh, even when I told her that I'm from the future.

The only time her expression changed was when I told her about the deal I'd made with him and how he threatened to kill me. Her brow twitched in what seemed to be mild annoyance at that.

I then realized what I'd just told her and smacked my hand over my mouth, my eyes widening.

I just broke our deal.

"P-please don't turn him in! Or tell him I told you please don't, h-hell kill me, he told me he'd kill me I—"

"Darling, Fawn...sweetie," Edith cut me off, holding her hands up as she chuckled softly, "honeydew, I already knew 95 percent of the things you just told me," she said with a smile.

I stopped with my babbling and blinked, my lips parting in surprise.

"W-what?"

She nodded, her eyes turning soft.

"I already know what he does, sweetie...although, I am a bit irked at the boy for bein so rude to you," she said, rolling her eyes near the end of that sentence.

I shook my head, slightly confused, "s-so you've known this whole time?" I asked her and she gave me an empathetic look as she nodded.

"Yes I have, and I've been waiting for you to come talk to me sweetie...I've been expecting you actually," she chuckled, lighting another stick of incense.

I must have been wearing my confusion on my face because she got up and snapped her fingers.

A cauldron appeared in front of me and she came over and stood in front of it.

"C'mere sweetie, let me show you what I can see..." she said, waving her hands over the pot. I stood up and got closer, looking into it.

There was some sort of mixture in it, the liquid swirling around. The concoction rippled and suddenly an image began to form, making me gasp slightly.

"There we go...now take a look-see, cher, what's that look like to you?" She asked me, the image beginning to move.

It looked like a little boy and a woman. The woman was laughing and holding the child before the image changed. The images kept changing between scenes, and I watched in awe.

Then I realized.

"Wait! That's..."

"Annabelle..." Edith said softly, making me look up at her.

Her eyes were soft and slightly misty as she watched the images change. The smile she wore was sad and her fingers gently brushed the surface of the liquid, rippling the images.

"Is...that Al's mom?" I asked her, tilting my head.

She nodded, looking back up to my eyes.

I looked back to the liquid, watching the little boy laugh and cry and pout and experience any emotion a child can experience.

"So you can see Alastor's past...?" I wondered, and she chuckled.

"Well, it's not like I really need it," she said, "I basically was the boy's second mama...y'know, I delivered the twerp," she said, and I looked up at her with a smile.

"Seriously?" I giggled.

She nodded, and then sighed softly, "yes indeed...I been with that boy since before he was born...but, his isn't the only one I can see," she said, giving me a sly smile.

With the twirl of her finger, the images changed.

My eyes widened as the once Alastor-filled images twisted and changed until it was two completely different people.

"Mama..." I whispered, my eyes glued to the image in the cauldron. The woman smiled, holding a child in her lap.

Holding me...

Just like before, images from my childhood played through the cauldron, making me smile wider and wider.

"You see, honey..." Edith started softly, "mama knows lots of things," she said, and I looked up at her.

After a moment my smile faded and I looked down.

"I just...I don't know what to do..." I whispered, "because I like being here with him, I—"

I bit my lip, shaking my head, "I don't want to leave..." I admitted out loud.

It was silent for a moment between us, then the cauldron suddenly disappeared, making me jump slightly.

Edith came and sat next to me, tucking some of my hair behind my ear and giving me a sweet smile.

"Why don't you tell him that, then, sugar...?" She suggested.

Immediately I shook my head, a pang of fear in my chest.

"No, he...he'll kill me, he..." my worried voice fell off and I bit my lip. Edith's understanding expression stayed, and she reached forward and took one of my hands into hers.

"Honeydew...from what you've told me, I think he's taken quite a liking to you...he won't hurt you, cher..." she reassured me, and I lifted my eyes to meet her softer ones.

I shook my head again, still unsure.

"But he...he said...we made a deal..."

She rolled her eyes slightly, "he's such a goofball...did he take any of your blood for the deal, darlin?" She asked me.

I shook my head.

"Then there's nothing you got to worry about...you're not bound by any law or magic to upkeep this deal you've made...and neither is he. Just tell him honey..." she squeezed my hand and I just stared forward at her before I blinked and looked down in thought.

Should I tell him...?

What if he doesn't feel the same...? What if he doesn't want me around...?

"What if h-he doesn't feel the same...? What if I'm just misreading all of this...what if he..." once again my voice fell off, my throat feeling dry at the thought of him taking my life.

I could just imagine laying beneath him...begging him not to...looking up into those eyes I've grown so fond of and watching as he smiled while I choked on my own blood.

The thought made me feel sick.

"If he does anything to you, darlin...although, I'm quite confident he will not...just know I will personally see to it that he gets the punishment of a lifetime," Edith reassured me once more.

I was still a bit unsure...but I also trusted Edith.

She's known Alastor his entire life, she knows him better than I probably ever will...

If she says he'll reciprocate my feelings, I feel inclined to believe her.

Nodding my head after a moment of silent contemplation, I took a deep breath and smiled.

"Ok...I-I'll tell him..."

That's the best option...better than hiding it and bottling up these feelings. I've never been one to really hide the way I feel, I always wear it on my sleeve.

Just like how mom taught me...

This little bit of encouragement is all I needed. Just a talk to sort out my thoughts and get my cards in order...

I'll tell him how he makes me feel...how these past few weeks with him have made me feel...

I'll tell him that if he'll have me, I'd like to stay with him.

And if that's the last thing I ever do...

So be it.