Warning: This chapter will contain graphic details of attempted SA and murder. Please read at your own discretion!

Chicago - December 1918

"Alastor, you have lived such a charmed life! How lucky you are." A young lady named Daisy was handing out compliments like they were candy while sipping on a Cosmo. Alastor was drinking his own glass of whiskey while accompanying her at a bar. He had lived in Chicago now for about 5 years and he was pretty content with what his life had become. He heard word that they eventually found his father's body in a ditch a few miles from their house, taking note that a young Alastor was no where to be found. They assumed that he had been kidnapped so they filed a missing persons report for him. After a couple of years, everyone assumed that Alastor was dead as well. Just how he wanted it. He took his chance and made his escape to Chicago to start his life over. He needed to go somewhere that no one knew him.

"Lucky wouldn't be a word I would use to describe myself but if you insist." Alastor shrugged as he took another swig of his drink. His head was feeling fuzzy and that was his sign that he needed to stop taking part of the booze. Daisy clearly didn't have that same mentality as she threw back her fourth Cosmo and waved for the bartender to bring her another one.

"So Alastor, do you have any family here? Wife? Kids? Parents?" Daisy seemed very interested in Alastor's past so he decided to indulge her. It's very likely that she won't remember most of this by morning anyway.

"Not married, none and both dead." Alastor said nonchalantly as he pushed his empty glass away. Daisy gasped dramatically, covering her mouth with her hand. She pulled away and her red lipstick smeared at corner of her lips. Her blonde hair was slowly becoming frizzy and unkempt which aggravated Alastor slightly.

"You're an orphan? How awful! What happened?"

Alastor had to stifle the giggle that rose in his throat. He wasn't planning on telling her that his father brutally murdered his mother and then he in turn murdered his father. Those types of truths tend to ruin a perfectly nice evening.

"Fire. Tragic fire." Alastor said shortly. The best lie as far as causes of death go. It doesn't lead the other person to ask more questions about cause of death. One word and it was answered and done.

"I am so sorry. I'm so glad that you made it out though!" Daisy laid a lazy hand on Alastor's arm. He had to appreciate that this young woman was genuinely concerned about Alastor, a complete stranger. She had no clue that she was touching a murderer yet she treated him like she had known him for years, rather than an hour ago. Alastor shot her a dry smile.

"Much appreciated, dear." Alastor looked around the bar and saw that it was beginning to get crowded. More intoxicated people meant more potential for fights to break out and he still wanted to keep a low profile.

"Well my dear, it seems like the hours have flown by. I must retire for the night but I thank you for keeping me company." Alastor grabbed her hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. He placed a fifty dollar bill on the bar to cover his and her drinks before he hopped down from the stool.

"No! Don't go! Or at least let me come with you." Daisy pouted with her smeared lipstick and her mascara coated eyelashes. She pushed her arms together so her breasts would swell from her low cut dress. Little did she know that things of that sort had no affect on Alastor. He never understood the sexual appeal that was women. They were lovely creatures, don't misunderstand. He just couldn't fathom how some men paw at women like their lives depended on it. He saw them more like works of art rather than tools for animalistic pleasure. From the look in Daisy's eyes, Alastor could see that she would be more than willing to give him that pleasure.

"I'm sorry to say that I must leave alone. I've got work in the morning and I need to get my beauty sleep!" He cracked a joke which made Daisy laugh until she snorted.

"You don't need beauty sleep! You're already so beautiful!" Daisy drunkenly flirted.

"Darling how do you think I look like this? God didn't gift me with this, I can assure you." Alastor didn't mean a word of what he was saying. God had never gifted him anything, especially something as ridiculous as beauty sleep. Regardless, it was enough to make her back off.

"Very well. Perhaps I'll see you around then?" She looked upset that he was leaving but he couldn't help it. He truly did have work in the morning. He worked at a radio station here in town called Chicago Tunes. It was truly a dream for him and he refused to throw it away for one night of sloppy drunk sex.

"I can imagine you will. Goodnight Daisy." Alastor paused before he turned. "Would you like for me to walk you home actually? I wouldn't mind the detour." It probably wasn't a good idea to leave her at the bar alone. She shook her head wildly.

"No thank you. Unlike you, I don't have work tomorrow! See you later, Alastor!" She gave a wave as she switched her attention back to the bartender. Alastor shrugged and turned to leave the establishment.

He walked outside and the brisk air cut his face. He could see his exhales as puffs of smoke that dissipated into the air. He looked around to see if a taxi was close by but alas, no such luck. He walked over to a bench about fifteen or so feet away and took a seat. He knew one would pop up sooner or later, and the cold air was helping him sober up so it wasn't a complete unfortunate situation. He had sat at the bench for about fifteen minutes when he heard a commotion coming from the bar.

"Just leave me alone! I'm going home!" Alastor looked to his left and saw that Daisy was staggering outside, followed by three men that were so drunk that Alastor could smell the alcohol off of them from where he sat. They immediately crowded her, surrounding her like a pack of lions approaching a wounded gazelle.

"Well let us come with you! We promise we'll be gentle." One of them grabbed Daisy's face making her look at him.

"Let me go you creep!" She struggled against the hold on her until he pushed her back against the brick wall of the building. The air was knocked out of her which made her vomit on the sidewalk. A spray of stomach bile and booze landed on the men's shoes.

"Ugh you disgusting bitch! Come here." One of the other men who towered over her at a staggering six feet easily grabbed her by her short hair and dragged her to the alleyway next to the bar. The other two men chuckled as they followed closely behind, looking around to make sure there were no witnesses. They obviously didn't notice Alastor, who felt like his heart was going to burst from his ribcage. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears which was damn near deafening. He himself wanted to vomit from watching such beasts handle a lady like that. He knew he couldn't just go home while she needed help. He stood up and snuck around the corner to peak at them.

"Hey Ronny, save some for the rest of us!" One of the other pigs whined. The man seemingly named Ronny had Daisy pinned against the wall as he had his hand lifting her dress, revealing her undergarments. Daisy was sobbing now, hysterical to the point of not being able to form words. Ronny covered her mouth with his other hand as he began fondling her breast.

"Shut up you whore! You want this, don't lie." He reached forward and kissed her neck sloppily which made her wriggle under his grip. One of the other men had unzipped his pants and began to toy with himself as he watched this horror show unfold. The third one stood there and laughed as he waited his turn.

Alastor wasn't sure when he began walking towards them but he realized that he had when the two men who didn't have Daisy looked over at him.

"Hey what the fuck are you doing here, you pint sized chode? Beat it!"

This made Ronny turn his attention to Alastor. He stood there with his hands behind his back, a smile plastered on his face.

"What the fuck are you smiling for? I can give you something to smile about." Ronny let go of Daisy as she fell to the concrete. She pulled her dress down with shaking hands to preserve whatever amount of dignity she had left. Alastor glanced at her as she made eye contact with him.

"Dear I'll have to ask that you close your eyes. A lady shouldn't see what I'm about to do." Daisy opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it. She nodded and slowly closed her eyes, still shaking from fear.

"Ooooohhhh we've got a badass here, folks! Let's see what he's got!" Ronny cracked his knuckles as he approached Alastor.

"Yes. Let's." Alastor said with a cock of his head.

One of the men behind Ronny pulled out a knife as he rushed at Alastor. He was able to step aside easily and grab his arm that held the knife. He twisted it at an unnatural angle until he heard a loud pop that was followed by a scream. He grabbed the knife and let him drop to the floor, writhing in pain. Alastor twiddled the knife in his hand, observing the blade. Ragged edge and a black handle, Alastor mentally noted. He tapped the tip of the blade with his fingertip to test the sharpness as the other two men stood there frozen.

"Hmm. Not nearly sharp enough but it will have to do." Alastor mumbled to himself as he crouched down above the man who was clutching his dislocated arm. He pulled his head up by his hair and let the blade glide across his neck. The grooves made it a slow drag but still did the job. A waterfall of thick blood poured from the slice. He gurgled violently as he tried to get a breath of air that he would never get. Alastor stood back up and pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off a few blood specks from his wrist cuff. The other two men screamed as they watched their friend die before their eyes. Daisy began to cry from the sounds of a man dying.

"Don't you hate it when blood gets on your clothes? Such a pain to wash out but I think this will be worth it." Alastor grinned wickedly, waiting for whoever was next to attempt an attack.

"You fucking freak!" The brunette man yelled as he began to run in the opposite direction down the alley. Alastor didn't feel like running so he decided to let him go. He doubted that he would go through life unscathed after this and besides, his true prey was still here. The man who laid his filthy hands on Daisy watched as his remaining friend abandoned him, then looking back at Alastor.

"Oh don't think you're getting away." Alastor wasn't going to leave until Ronny here paid his dues. He looked at this pathetic excuse of a human being and only saw his own father. A waste of space that didn't deserve to breathe the same air as a rat. The terrified man fell backward, a spread of urine staining his pants rapidly. Alastor snarled his nose in disgust.

"Even pigs don't piss themselves before slaughter. Truly pathetic." Alastor walked over and placed a foot on top of Ronny's throat. He choked as he tried to hit Alastor's leg away but to no avail.

"Hey Ronny." Alastor knelt down so he could be closer to Ronny's face, which put even more pressure on his throat. His eyes went wide with fear, blood vessels popping.

"You want this. Don't lie." Alastor seethed as he let his foot glide up and apply all of his body weight on his Adams apple. Alastor heard a crack and another sound that was like someone squishing a bag of grapes. Ronny's eyes were now bloodshot and nearly bulging out of his skull from the pressure of being inwardly decapitated. Blood poured from his nose and ears as the light left his eyes. Alastor seemed pleased with where he was so he lifted his foot.

"A-Alastor?" Daisy was still curled on the ground, her knees to her chest and eyes still tightly shut. Alastor took his handkerchief again and wiped off the blade well before tossing it up on the roof of the bar. He approached Daisy and picked her up bridal style.

"Don't open them until I say so." Alastor commanded to which Daisy nodded in understanding. Alastor carried her over to the bench that he had originally sat at. He placed her there as he stood in front of her.

"You're free to open them now."

Daisy still waited a few seconds before she peaked an eye open. She looked around and saw that they were in front of the bar, away from whatever carnage Alastor had wreaked. She looked at him and noticed that he had some blood spatter on his white button up. Her stomach rolled.

"A-Are they...?" Alastor nodded.

"Deservingly so, yes. I'll wait here with you until a taxi arrives." Alastor took a seat next to her and thus began their awkward silence that stretched on for what seemed like an hour.

"You killed them." Daisy said in a weak voice.

"Yes."

"They're dead." Daisy breathed out. Alastor nodded once more.

"That would be the result of being murdered, yes." Alastor knew that she was in shock but were the silly statements needed? Daisy turned her head to look at the man beside her.

"Have you ever killed before?" Alastor looked back to her with a smile. He could see that the Daisy that was flirting with him had died in that alley along with the two men. A small part of him felt bad that her vision of him had been ruined but if it wasn't for him, she would be in a worst mental and physical state.

"Have you...ever killed before, Alastor?" She asked again, more forcefully.

"I'm not sure you'd like the answer to that, my dear."