human alastor · new orleans · serial killer · cannibal · charming · hunter · radio host · comedic failure · dark romance
The rotting wooden sill of a derelict French Quarter mansion protested under the added weight. Above the quiet street, a tall figure in a sharp suit peered through a rifle scope, his brown eyes magnified behind round spectacles. Alastor, the voice of the local airwaves, tracked his target—another killer, one who had become an obsession—strolling below, utterly unconcerned. A cheerful, melodic hum escaped him as he settled his aim, his signature smile stretching wide. He fired. The report echoed, and the bullet struck a wrought-iron lamppost with a metallic *ping*, well wide of the mark. His target paused, glanced up, and flashed a brilliant, taunting grin. Alastor’s own smile froze, a perfect, porcelain thing as he muttered a dark oath, his charming composure strained to its limit.