It’s a Deal Then?
You stopped and swallowed hard. Your hands only steady in front of you because you were holding them so hard as he began to slowly approach you.
"I had no clue you would be the one working under me.",his tone was somehow lively yet calm. Already his entire demeanor exuded power and intimidation.
As he got closer you only backed up, your breathing quickened when you felt the hard door behind you. You were trapped.
"Then I saw you outside on the pavement, talking to that cat.",he sighed gently and stopped just in front of you with that same grin on his lips,"You do realize that we are now in a compromising position."
As he grew closer you could smell his scent. Expensive cologne and fresh brewed coffee. Crap why does he smell so good...
Yet that couldn't even outweigh the fear that sunk your heart into the depths of your stomach. You feebly attempted to get yourself out of this jam with a nervous laugh.
"I-I'm sorry I'm not following, sir.",you stammer out the lie with no confidence whatsoever.
He now stands a few inches in front of you. You don't want to look at his eyes, those haunting eyes so you opt to stare at the black and red bowtie around his neck. You flinch when his fingers curl beneath your chin and force you to look up at him.
"It's a waste of time to lie. Not only my time but yours as well.",you look up and into his eyes with weak knees and a sick stomach.
Lucky for you due to the alleyway being so dark you could barely see what exactly he was doing to that man. But the sound of ripping flesh, the taste of blood, and those maniacal eyes were burned in your mind.
Now as you looked up into his eyes you realized they were unreadable. They seemed...chaotic? yet somehow expressionless at the same time.
And that grin...it hadn't even budged from when he first set his eyes on you.
Alastor looked down at you and felt a bit of a stir within him. What it was he wasn't sure yet. But he could identify one deep feeling inside of him as he looked into your wide doe-like eyes.
Pure pleasure. Pleasure at seeing the scared and nervous look in your eyes. Pleasure from knowing you were scared and intimidated by him, you knew he had you in his grasp at this very tense moment.
His fingers moved from your chin to grip your wrist, he dragged you away from the door without a word. You were just about to tug away but decided now was the best time for obedience...who knew if he had any sort of weapon on him.
"Sit.",he commanded while pulling out the black chair in front of his dark wooden desk. Your weak legs were thankful as you sat in the chair, your black pencil skirt shifting up slightly. "I-I...",you felt strange as you attempted to gather your thoughts as you fiddled with your manicured fingers on your lap.
Alastor leaned against the table in front of you, both arms crossed across his chest. He raised a brow at your stammering and then you noticed the first real feeling you could actually point out.
Does this egg think this is funny?
You avert your gaze away from him as your mind slowly begins to calm down in this fuckshit situation.
You ask your first question with a shakier voice than you'd have liked,"Did you kill them?..."
Alastor let out a silent laugh and nodded slowly,"I think you know the answer to that my dear."
He was damn right about that. You hurriedly attempted to form another question to ignore the feeling of the mans limp body on top of you and the taste of his blood.
"What do you want with me?...",you breathe out before looking up at him with furrowed brows and a pout on your soft lips,"What are you planning on doing to me?"
He was a bit surprised at how calmly you seemed to be handling this entire ordeal. The fear and anxiety was still evident on your features and shaking body yet you were composed and coherent. His grin widened with fascination.
"Well...usually I'd kill you."
Your eyes widened slightly and you quickly stood up only to have him grab your wrist and spin you around. Now you were stuck between the desk and his body. Which was uncomfortably close to you.
Jesus fucking christ... you thought with nervousness and irritation.
"But I've decided to offer you a deal instead.",he finished as both of his hands held each of your wrists between the two of you.
As close as you two were you drank in his handsome features more. Your heart began to race and your round face heated up as you realized just how attractive this man was.
Am I seriously thinking about what a looker he is right now!?
Alastor continued on, acting as if though he was completely oblivious to your flustered state,"You witnessed me knocking off those guys." Alastor paused as he gathered his thoughts.
He knew it was far too dark for you to completely make out his features, considering he could only see your beautiful hair and eyes. Those wide and innocent eyes. But a part of him was concerned you blabbed to an officer.
That concern melted when he witnessed your interaction with the daisy in front of the building and he recognized who that daisy was. There was no way you'd go to the fuzz with a mobsters son so close to you.
"I can confidently say I know you did not visit the coppers. So I want you to hear my proposition and listen very closely, nod if you understand."
You attempted to ignore his alluring scent as you slowly nodded.
Alastor then began to explain the proposition, his body still uncomfortably close to yours,"As thanks to me for saving your life and from definite rape you'll become my...servant of sorts." Your brows furrowed and mouth slightly parted in surprise at hearing this.
What did this fucker just say?
"Your...servant?",you question incredulously. Alastor simply nodded with a sadistic glimmer in his eyes. He reaches up, cupping your cheek gently the pad of his thumb sweeps over the concealed bruise causing you to wince.
"Yes my servant. Meaning not only are you to shadow me here, at work, and provide me with stories and edit my own...but you come when I call, you wear what I give you, to work at least...and most importantly...",he leaned in with a widening of his sinister grin, his glasses glint in the light,"you don't disobey me. Ever. I don't take kindly to being disrespected."
He continues, dropping both hands to grip the desk either side of you,"If you say yes I will answer any question that has been poking at your pretty little head.",you couldn't believe what you were hearing.
Why the hell does he want you as his "servant"?...Why you?
Inhaling deeply you asked a question with narrowed eyes. A question you, deep down, already knew the answer to.
"And if I say no?"
He let his gloved hand push his glasses up with a soft chuckle,"You won't be leaving this office alive.",cocking his head gently he asked his question with a strange voice to it,"So it's a deal then?"
You felt completely helpless and trapped. You attempting to keep your cool and remain calm was faltering with every second. Your eyes look anywhere but him before you look back to his gaze, your jaw tightens.
For a moment he felt his hands clench the desk tighter at the way you looked up at him through those long lashes, your glossy eyes filled with anxiety,"It's a d-deal..."
He steps away from you while folding his hands behind his back and wearing a joyful grin.
"Wonderful my dear! Quite a smart choice on your end!"
You finally felt as if you could breathe, his energy and scent was suffocating you. You bow your head while your hands grip the desk behind you so tightly your knuckles begin to turn white.
What did I just agree to...
His heeled boots click against the ground in a strange rhythm as he walks around his desk and sits at the black chair. His grin still not having wavered.
His voice coming from behind you makes you instinctively turn around to face him, he's not going to catch you slipping.
"So any questions pertaining to this new...relationship, (Y/N)?"
The way he said your name made chills run up your spine and your face heat up yet again. Clearing your throat you crossed your arms loosely over your chest,"Just two."
He looks up at you, his chin resting on the palm of his gloved hand,"Well go on."
"What happened to their bodies? Someone must've found them by now."
"I've got two associates to clean up my messes."
"So you've murdered before...?"
"If you are as smart as your resume leads me to believe I'm sure you can figure that out."
You refrain from looking to the man with disgust and appall. He was so...casual about this.
"Now what is your second question? We really must get to work.",he says as his eyes glimmer yet again.
"Why...make this deal? Why not just get rid of me and have me out of your hair? Or why not just let me work here no strings attached...I am...thankful you saved me that night...but why all this?"
He refrained from letting his grin soften when you expressed gratitude. Hearing your multiple questions he simply sighed contently, his answer so simple yet only giving you more questions.
"This will be far more entertaining for me."