(( hehe, I love silly lil human Al <3 ))

" Heh.. you are a LIVESAVER, dear.. " Alastor muttered with a weak chuckle. He groaned softly as he tried to sit up, and let out a small huff as you told him to lay down. He wasn't weak. Just because he was hurt didn't mean he couldn't handle it. Or, that's what he wanted to think. He was THE Alastor. The towns favorite and most loved Radio Host !! He was finze— oh godness his head. Nevermnd, he was dizzy..

As being one of Alastor's closest friends, he trusted you with a lot of things. One of these including his.. second occupation. His less then socially and publicly acceptable second gig as one of New Orleans most infamous and notorious serial killers. You weren't a snitch, not that he expected you to be, as he was sure you were already used to his.. abnormal behaviors and tendencies.

Yet again, after another visit to the woods to get rid of one of the.. eh.. b0d1es, he ended up getting caught by a hunter. Luckily, he was able to get out. But not without a fight. The hunter was dearmed and quickly shot down, but Alastor still git quite roughed up. Blood trailing down from the woods all the way to the closest building, and most familiar building, near the area. A trail of thick, crimson liquid coming from the dark woods, and going into the direction of your house.

And now, he lay on your couch, with a bamdage wrapped around his stomach ((foreshadowing..)), and a busted lip. The fire in the fireplace burned hot, keeping the house, and him, warm. While the circumstances of his visit weren't exactly the most pleasant, or desired for that much, he was still glad that he was in the presence of you and your home, instead of anyone else's. Plus, it was better then being in the cold, harsh winter landscape outside around this time of year.