Pretty girl

Also look, I drew a bird! Those of you who are revisiting after reading Damned understand why this is an amazing feat.

Those who are new here, let's just say I'm not the best at drawing animals.

Fawn's POV

Sunlight harassing my eyes pulled me from my peaceful sleep.

The only peaceful thing I've experienced in the last 24 hours.

Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked groggily and sighed. This room he's put me in isn't god awful, but it smells like moth balls and feels almost dollhouse-ish.

Everything is perfectly placed and styled.

The soft sunlight streaming in through the window gave the room a nice morning glow, and in the calm moment it was easy to forget the situation I'm currently in.

However, my peace couldn't last forever, and there was a knock against my door.

"Fawn?" He called from the other side of the door, "are you awake, dear?"

No.

Quickly I closed my eyes, evening out my breathing and pretending to be asleep. Maybe if I pretend, he'll leave me alone.

There was a moment of silence before the doorknob clicked and turned. I heard his footsteps as he approached the bed, and they stopped right next to me.

Go away go away go away go away...

"Fawn?" He said softly, and then touched my shoulder.

This immediately made me go tense, and he clicked his tongue.

"So you are awake," he said, and I stayed completely still for about five more seconds before I let out a very tired sigh.

Rolling over, I looked up at him with lowered eyelids.

He looked proper as ever, dressed in a white dress shirt and maroon vest. He was wearing a bow tie as well, his slacks being black to tie together the whole look.

"Good morning, dear, I was coming to tell you your breakfast is waiting for you," he chirped happily, arms behind his back as he leaned over me.

I stayed silent, simply pushing myself up as I threw the covers off of me. He stepped back so I could get out of bed, and then exited my room.

Following him, I kept my distance and observed him.

He's the definition of a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Everything about him is alluring—his voice, his face, his body, his scent—it's like god wanted him to be the perfect killer.

My judgmental thoughts came to a halt the moment we neared the kitchen. It smelled absolutely heavenly, the aroma nearly making a smile worm its way to my face.

Finally we made it to the kitchen, and there were two plates on the table holding a good amount of food on them.

One plate had a bit larger of a serving, so I guess I know who's is who's.

Sitting in front of the smaller serving, I looked around his kitchen. It, of course, was nice. He had a gas stove it looked like, and the oven was attached at the side instead of the bottom.

The refrigerator was small and very cute looking compared to the ones I'm used to seeing. Overall, I found all of it very intriguing...just seeing how everything looked way back when.

There was a nice about of counter space, too.

Shifting my eyes to the meal in front of me, I looked over every food item. There's eggs, toast, bacon and a small cup of fruit on the side.

Everything looked and smelled great, but I narrowed my eyes on the plate.

"What's the matter?" Alastor asked me, and I lifted my eyes to him, looking at his plate.

I scooted my plate towards him, "take a bite of mine..." I said, meeting his eyes for a second.

He blinked, and then laughed.

"If you insist..." he chuckled, shaking his head.

He picked up some of my eggs on his fork and put them in his mouth, chewing and swallowing them with no issues.

So, without any further question, I took my plate back and started to eat. Alastor followed suit, beginning to eat as he talked to me about more politics and news.

I swear to god, he seems to know everything about everything. He also talks a lot.

Occasionally I would nod, not really focusing on him. After I'd finished my eggs, my fork twirled against the plate.

My bacon and toast were untouched. I didn't have him check those, so they will remain uneaten.

"Is that all you're going to eat, dear? Aren't you hungry?" He asked, making me glance at him and then back to my plate.

I stayed silent.

He sighed, and then reached over with no hesitation and switched our plates. He had eaten just about the same amount as me, and my eyes widened as I looked up at him in surprise.

He picked up a piece of the toast that was once in front of me and shrugged, taking a bite.

"You need to eat," he said simply, and I looked back to the new plate in front of me.

Again I chose silence, but I picked up a piece of toast, and took a bite.

**

"Come on out, darling."

I stared forward at my reflection with pure, utter disgust.

He had one dress to offer me, saying it belonged to his mother, and it fit me fine...that's not the problem.

The problem is how godamn ugly it is.

"No." I called back, to him.

I heard him chuckle slightly, "you're being silly, come out, we need to go get you some clothing that will be suitable for you to wear," he said, tapping his finger against the door.

A rough sigh passed through my lips, and I begrudgingly walked over to the door, swinging it open to reveal myself to him.

Like always my eyes found the floor, and he just stood in front of me, looking over my outfit in silence.

"Now, dear, what are you on about? You look lovely!" He complimented, and I shook my head.

"I look like a box..." I mumbled, the straight cut dress framing literally no part of my body. He tsk'd, putting one finger under my chin and tilting my head up.

My face felt hot when he forced me to make eye contact, my heart beating just a little faster. He was so easy to look at and talk to yesterday...before...

But now, I can hardly stand his face. His eyes. I feel sick when I have to look at him. Not because he's unattractive, no he's plenty attractive enough...I just get so anxious and fearful of what he's planning to do next.

"You look like you belong here, cher...and as for that hair, you may want to cut—"

"And you may want to shut your mouth," I interjected immediately, narrowing my eyes on him.

Cut my hair?! He's lost his mind.

He blinked and tilted his head, "so, no to cutting the hair?" He hummed with a smile like always. I shook my head.

"Absolutely not." Was my firm answer, and he shrugged.

Turning on his heel, he began to walk down the hallway towards the stairs that lead downstairs. He said nothing to me, but I know he wanted me to follow him.

My feet trudged along the floor as I reluctantly made my way towards the downstairs area. He was waiting for me by the door, dressed in a full suit and coat.

"Ready, cher?" He chirped, and it was then I realized I don't have shoes to wear.

I wasn't wearing any when I got zapped over.

"Uhh..." I hummed as I shifted my weight back and forth, "I don't have any shoes..." I said, barely looking at him.

He snapped his fingers, "that's right...don't fret, darling, I'll buy you some...come, come," he motioned me over and I obliged, walking out the front door when he opened it for me.

"We can take my car, dear, since you've no shoes on your feet. Wouldn't want you stepping on anything," he said, and I just nodded.

Then he lead me towards where there was a nice looking old car sitting on a small gravel pathway.

As we walked, I furrowed my brows.

"If you have a car, why do you walk to work?" I asked him, looking up at him. He looked over and met my eyes for a second before he shrugged and sighed softly.

"I just enjoy walking...the car is nice for when it's nasty out—or in this case, for when a little lady has no shoes to wear," he said with a smirk making me lower my eyelids.

"I drove my car everywhere back home," I said, continuing our small talk, "it's a lot safer than walking alone."

He chuckled, and opened the door for me, holding his hand out as I had to step up to get into the car.

Without even thinking, I took his hand and let him help me.

Once he'd shut my door, he got into the driver's side and looked over at me, "did you now? You must have some money, then, to own a vehicle," he said, and I snorted softly.

"Money? Please, I have 2000 dollars to my name at home right now, I can barely keep up with my rent," I scoffed, looking out the window and resting my chin in my palm.

Alastor was quiet for a second, just starting the car and getting it going.

"...dear, that's a lot of money," he chuckled softly, sounding a bit in disbelief, "where on earth did you get all that money?" He questioned.

He must be trying to make me slip up and reveal that I've been lying to him.

"I hate to disappoint..." I started, looking over at him, "but, in the future, you damn near have to be a millionaire to live comfortably. I worked at a Dillard's when I was back home," I said, then looked back out the window.

He was once again silent, but I didn't mind it. It's nice to get just a little bit of peace and quiet...the bumps in the road jolted my body every now and then, and overall it's very beautiful in 1925.

Everything seems just a little bit brighter.

Unfortunately for me, my circumstances of being here aren't all that great...

The car rolled to a stop as he parked outside a store. Looking up at the store name, I didn't recognize it...Lucille's? I guess it's just a boutique or maybe a brand that didn't last.

"Alright, dear, just stay out here in the car a moment...I'll run in and grab you a pair of shoes that you can walk around in," Alastor instructed, and I simply nodded.

Then I realized something and I rolled down my window, struggling since I had to do it manually.

"W-wait!" I called, keeping my voice down. He stopped and looked at me.

"I wear a six and a half..." I said, and his relaxed smile quirked up slightly and he nodded.

Then he disappeared into the store, and I gazed around lazily. I noticed many people just mulling about, perusing and window shopping.

Women holding onto their man's arm...men alone...Some women alone...

It's like watching an old film, and I just feel so strange here.

Then my brain began to wander...

How far could I get from this car before he came back...I could run...I could run and turn him in...

My lips pursed as I thought about it...I could...but the fact of the matter is, I don't know how drastically that would fuck up the future.

And, like I said before, who would believe me? No one here knows me, and I look like a whack job. They'd probably end up putting me in jail instead.

Plus, in those papers it never says he gets caught...not any time soon, anyway. It's a little weird to think that while I was reading those papers, I technically was part of that history...

How long am I going to be here...

Will I ever find a way home?

What if I can't...he'll...

My throat tightened immediately at that thought. I had to take a few deep breaths to try and calm myself down, forcing the tears pricking my eyes to dry.

I won't let that happen. I'll find a way back...and if I can't, I...

Well, I made a deal...

Just then I jumped at a tap against my window, and my focus went to Alastor who was smiling outside the car at me.

Sighing, I pushed the door open, and slipped out. Once again, Alastor offered me his hand, and I hesitated but took it after a brief argument with myself.

He helped me down, his grip on my hand firm but gentle. He really is a gentleman at heart...I guess even the most courteous people have their darkest secrets.

The little shoes he pulled out were a matte black what looked to be suede heels. I cringed at having to wear heels, but figured if I want to fit in, I'll need to at least try to adapt.

It's not that they weren't cute, I just know my feet are about to be in pain.

Slowly I slid the shoes on, one after the other.

Once I had them on, I checked my balance and tilted my feet to look at them from different angles.

The two inch heel was easy enough to stand on, and I came to the conclusion that's the best I'm going to get...

"They look lovely, darling," Alastor's gentle tone surprised me and I looked over at him. He had his arms behind his back, but then took one from its position to offer to me.

"Thank you..." I responded quietly, and then took his arm...this should help me blend in more.

Also I have anxiety...

We started to walk, and I sighed, still thinking over ways I could maybe get home.

I just want my life back to normal.