(I KNOW THERE ARENT ANY TVS IN THE 1930S BUT JUST ROLL WITH IT AND ASSUME IT'S IN MORE MODERNS TIMES LIKE THE 60S OR 70S AHHHHH)

Partners in crime, that's what you two were.

The New Orleans police have had one hell of a hard time trying to find the killers that have been hunting and stalking the town for the past few months now. Though, no one had suspected you or Alastor, because who would? One of New Orleans most beloved radio host and his lover, killers? Most would find that a joke of some sort.

Yet sadly, it was not. Behind your charming and calm persons, were people who were capable and have committed gruesome crimes. But nobody even muttered a word about them suspecting you two, your names were never even thought of when on the subject of violence. But how wrong they were. . . .

You and Alastor were currently in the living room of you house, on the couch as you two watched the news about the murders and disappearances you two have caused without a soul knowing. His arm around your waist as you leaned you head on his chest. Both of you grinning as they reported how many have gone missing. 19 victims, 19 idiots that had fallen for your tricks.

"We might as well make the number even, hm?" he said as he looked down at you, his hand still caressing your waist as you both looked back at the television, both of you thinking the exact same thing. Tonight's gonna be a fun night. . .