Young Alastor
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It was late at night, dark and perfectly scary. I had been hunting for a new victim to murder, but no such luck.
"Down boys!"
I call off my hell hounds made of shadows and step into a nearby cafe, planning to get a quick bite before heading to work. I love my job as a radio podcaster. It's all about me! Well, the New Orleans' serial killer of 1931, but they don't need to know that I'm he. Suddenly, I'm knocked out of my thoughts as a beautiful young woman enters the cafe. I saw her and knew she was perfect and she will be mine.