This is the first one of their audio videos I've seen that actually had the lyrics with it, too.

I'm hoping I can sit down and make some art soon, but every day I've been getting home from work and just passing tf out, and then when I wake up I'm like "oh fuck" cus I haven't posted my chapter yet 😂😂

Anyway, enjoy the song and today's chapter, love you, byeeee🤪

Ps: I only got to proof read this one twice, so if you see any mistakes please point them out.

Alastor's POV

I sighed, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

After scanning over my features for moment, my eyes fell to the spot on my side where there had been a bullet hole only hours prior.

I can't sleep...

Every time I close my eyes, I see that boy.

It was regrettable...having to kill him. Something I'm not used to is feeling regret after a kill.

Normally, the scum I introduce my knife to isn't worth a second thought, let alone empathy.

The kid didn't do anything wrong, per-say...I know when I was younger, I made plenty of mistakes with my gun.

I never accidentally shot a man...but, still...I could tell he didn't mean to.

My lips set into a soft frown as I looked down in thought.

"M-my ma..."

His mother...probably worried sick right about now. I couldn't help but imagine my mother in her place...worriedly fidgeting at the front door, gazing into the distance.

Waiting for a son that will never return.

The body of which is probably being devoured right now by coyotes.

Yet...however unfortunate it may be that his life ended that way...I was simply protecting something I see as far more valuable.

I spared a young man once...that kid brother of the heathen that put his hands on Fawn in a most inappropriate manner.

And she paid the price for that.

My eyes lifted back to my reflection, my gaze hardened. I'll do what I have to if it means she stays safe.

I'll kill who I have to.

"Alastor..."

My back straightened and I looked towards the door with a surprised smile plastered on my face.

Fawn stood there, rubbing her eye sleepily before she yawned.

"What're you doin' baby? You need sleep..." she said groggily.

The feelings of regret seemed to wash away looking at her. My smile melted into something softer and and I shook my head.

"I...can't sleep at the moment, my love...but don't let me keep you up, you should—" my words fell off as she approached me, slipping her arms around my waist before pressing her face into my chest.

"Mmm..." she snuggled her face into my front before lifting her head and resting her chin on my sternum to look up at me.

"When you don't sleep, I have a hard time sleeping..." she said softly, "because I like knowing you're ok...and I prefer having you in bed with me."

I laid my hands on her back and sighed.

"I know...ok, then, come on. Let's lay down," I suggested, ushering her towards the bed.

When she didn't budge, I looked back down at her.

Her brows had furrowed and those pretty lips were set into a pout.

"What's wrong...you've been quiet for most of the night, and you're only quiet when something is bothering you..." she said, making my eyes widen.

I felt like I was stuck, like a child having been caught doing something I know I shouldn't have been doing.

My eyes averted from hers, worry gathering in my chest.

If I tell her the truth, she'll surely be disgusted with me...I don't wish to upset her any more than I already have tonight, but I do not like lying...not to her.

"What happened out there...?" She asked me softly, and I felt her fingers run through the back of my hair, twirling pieces around gently.

"I—" I started, and then had to clear my throat, "I, um...was shot by another hunter that had...lost his way, I believe. He misfired his weapon and...well I think you know the rest, dear," I explained as casually as I could manage.

Praying that she'd drop it there.

"Did he not help you back? I didn't see anyone else with you when you came home, I really hope I didn't slam the door in his face without thanking him..." she worried, making my features soften at her innocence.

I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks, "no, dear...he...he didn't."

Her mouth opened again, when suddenly those green eyes seemed to catch up with reality, and her expression slowly fell.

Which is precisely why I didn't want to tell her about this.

"Oh..." she let out, her tone now dampened.

Then her gaze lifted again, a bit of hope filling her eyes, "w-was he violent? You were just defending yourself, weren't you?"

The boy's soft brown eyes flashed through my head, filled with a panicked worry for me.

Everything in me told me to lie to her.

Yes, dear. Oh he was so foul, such an awful brute of a man. Nearly finished me off before I could land the blow, oh, my dear, you should've seen it...

"No..." I shook my head, my voice soft, "no he..." a sigh interrupted my sentence and I prepared for the worst, "he tried to help."

Fawn just looked up at me, that hopeful gleam being shattered by my words.

But...she didn't turn away from me, or express any outward signs of disgust. In fact...

She's still playing with my hair.

"Then...why, baby?" She shook her head in confusion, "why kill him? Wasn't it just an accident?"

I nodded, "yes, dear, but...he saw the house, and I just can't have some stranger knowing where we live, Fawn...it's dangerous."

She furrowed her brows again and opened her mouth, but no words came out. After a moment, her expression relaxed, her lips meeting before she sighed through her nose.

"Ok..." she uttered, sounding mousy. My eyes widened.

What?

"What?" I voiced my immediate thought, and she looked up at me with tired eyes and gave me a weak smile.

"Ok...if that's what you think is best, then I won't question you about it," she said.

I was...shocked. I mean, I know Fawn normally keeps her nose out of my hobby as best as she can, and I prefer it that way, but I was not expecting her to just accept this outright.

Although, I did skip over the part where he was hardly even a man yet...

"I..." I stammered, and then felt her hands slip into mine.

"I know who you are, Alastor..." she said with soft resolve, beginning to lead me back towards the bed, "and I promised you the night we met that I would not interfere...and, despite me deciding I wanted to stay here..."

She paused as we got under the covers, and then turned to face me before settling down.

"It's still not my place to change the past."

Her eyes had a soft sadness behind them, but also...acceptance.

It was right there in that moment I realized...she is fully at peace with who I am. She holds no resentment...no ulterior motive...no desire to "fix" me.

There had always been doubt in my mind...not about her love, but maybe about her loyalty. In my world...I need to be wary of every person I meet and get involved with.

Deep in my subconscious I guess there was always a little voice nagging to me that she'd tire of me one day, and turn me in.

But now I know that I was wrong.

There is only pure love behind her eyes...

"T-thank you, my love..." I said softly, and then leaned forward to press my lips against hers in a soft kiss.

She returned it just as gently, pulling herself closer to me before tucking her head into my chest and curling her body against mine.

I laid against my pillow, holding her in my arms. My fingers trailed down through her hair...the fragrance of it smelling like freshly picked lilacs.

These hands...the same ones I'm using to hold her close to me, I used to kill an innocent young man.

I do hope he's resting peacefully...I really do.

Drawing in a deep breath, I buried my nose into her hair and hugged her close to me. I exhaled.

And with that, I let it go.

There will never be a purpose for dwelling on something that has already happened.

Because no matter if I regret it...no matter if I wish I could change it...

There is no undoing what is done.

**

My steps were quiet as I trudged down the stairs and flicked the living room light on.

Sleep was still fighting me, tugging at my eyelids and whining at me to go back up to bed.

I had to stop and take a deep breath that turned into a yawn, my hand going over my mouth just out of habit.

The beginnings of dawn were peeking through the curtains, the sound of soft birdsong being heard from outside.

Sunday, again.

Another beautiful morning with the most beautiful woman.

My usual smile appeared on my lips at the thought of her. Normally, she's up with me around this time, but she looked so sweet when I opened my eyes.

I couldn't bring myself to wake her.

She'll be up soon enough, though. Once she realizes I'm not in bed anymore, she'll wonder down here.

Walking over to my radio, I flipped it on and began to flick through the stations. There were a few morning broadcasts rolling, but I can never bother to listen to the weekend hosts.

They're just so bland.

However, my favorite morning music station came up and I perked up immediately at the sound of smooth jazz slipping out and into the atmosphere.

I began to hum along with the music, heading to the kitchen so I could fix our morning coffee.

The process isn't very exciting...I went through the steps as I do every single day.

While waiting for the water to boil, I went over to look out the window. The glass looked a bit frosty, and I could feel the chill from where I was standing.

Mornings have been becoming rather chilly, November is quickly approaching which means slightly cooler weather.

The daytime is still a nice temperature, but once the sun sets it takes it's heat with it.

My mind wondered back to last night. The way she lays with me...the way she trusts me...I'll never get used to it.

Each day she allows these hands of mine to touch her, and my lips to caress hers. Never would I have thought I could receive something so gentle, so angelic...

Only a fool would destroy something so beautiful.

All I want...all I dream about is seeing her draped it delicate whites...walking towards me to become unquestionably mine and mine alone.

I never did think I'd ever have a wife...but I damn well plan on making her my Mrs.

In fact, I need to do it soon. Last night has shown me that she truly is perfect for me...she will love me no matter what I do.

As if I'd ever give her a reason to question her love for me. Anything I do, I do it to protect her...

It didn't used to be that way. I used to kill for the thrill of it, the excitement...and I still do, I still love slitting someone open to pick apart their insides, but...

Since I've met her, I've begun picking victims more carefully, I think.

I see men I wouldn't want around my Fawn, and they disappear the next day. I witness men making women uncomfortable, and mysteriously they're gone within the week.

Whereas I used to just pick from whomever was unfortunate enough to be on the street at night.

Ah, I miss it...I think next weekend I'll go out and have a whole night of fun.

I did as she asked me, and laid low for a good two weeks, possibly even three, I'm not sure...

It's been a while, that's for certain.

All the while, women are going down like flies amongst the streets. This other killer has been having a whole smorgasbord of distasteful activity.

My brows furrowed as I remembered that night...

The silhouette standing up to look at me. I should've been faster...had I caught him, his blood would've painted those streets.

I'd have avenged poor Lilian and sweet Tilly...if only...

My entire body jolted when suddenly there was something ice cold under my nightshirt.

Followed by mischievous giggling.

"Christ, woman!" I hissed, trying to escape from her, "did you stick your hands into the freezer?!"

She giggled again, "nope...it's chilly this morning, so I needed some body heat," she said, and I could practically hear the smile on her lips.

Turning around, I smirked down at her and took her hands out of my shirt, enveloping them in mine.

They really are freezing.

"My, you really are cold, my dear..." I mumbled, warming her hands up between mine, "perhaps I'll turn the boiler on. Would you like me to do that?" I asked her, and she nodded.

Alright, first on my list of things to do...boiler.

Speaking of, I could hear the coffee water boiling. My eyes lit up, and I released her to go over and grab the pot.

"Well, in the meantime how about a nice hot cup of coffee?" I suggested, to which she smiled cutely.

"That sounds wonderful," she said, walking over.

I poured her a cup, handing it to her. She took it, but I saw her nose twitch and she furrowed her brows before cringing.

Immediately she handed it back to me.

"I think it's expired..." she said, that same disgusted look on her face, "it smells funny."

I cocked an eyebrow and tilted my head. Glancing at the pot, I lifted the lid and bent down to smell it.

It smells perfectly fine to me...

Opening my mouth to tell her it smells fine to me, I was cut off when she perked up and went towards the fridge.

"Oh! You know what sounds good right now!" She reached in and got out a jar, "pickles."

My eyebrows shot straight up.

She is acting...odd.

"Pickles...for breakfast?" I asked, and she was already chowing down on one.

"Mmmmmm...I wish you had peanut butter to go with these. That sounds amazing," she added, and I blinked.

Then I just shrugged. As odd as she's being right now, who am I to question it if it makes her happy.

"We can go pick some up at the store, my love, if that would satisfy you," I offered, picking up the cup of coffee she discarded and taking a sip.

Pickles and peanut butter.

What an odd combination.