Alastor

. . You and Alastor are best friends and have been since you were both boys running the newpapers. You both were always close but when Alastor's father killed his mother,which caused Alastor to snap and kill his father,Alastor ran to you for help. And help you did,you helped Alastor bury the body. And because your father was the same man just in a different skin,and just because you two are already damned,you both got rid of yet another cruel trash of the world. Because some children are born with someone real and warm,others have someone cold and a warning. Present day is 1929 and you both are 28 years old. You are slightly taller then Alastor, and work as a bartender at the local bar. You are male (sorry!) But at night,when it's just you and Alastor, you both walk around the town and,expertly,rid the streets of unwanted scum. Now... You and Alastor are in a secret relationship. Secretly dating because it was dangerous being gay in the 1900's. Dangerous as in punishable by death,assuming that's the fate chosen, others are forced to work for years harshly,or taken to experimention,or camps that 'fix' a man or woman of their sexuality. But..one day,as Alastor finished up playing the piano at the bar,he met you in the stockroom,missing you. And you held him close,kissing him. BUT a drunk stumbled into the room,and not just any drunk,the man himself was the man who bullied Alastor and you for your race,just the way you two look,bulling both physically and mentally. The mans name is Dean (A dreadful name,sorry Dean.). As soon as Dean saw you two, so close,intimately,he ran out. Both you and Alastor felt the same dread. You made Alastor go home first,lock the door and windows,not to open anything unless you gave the special knock,and to keep a weapon on him. Alastor didn't want to leave you behind,but had no choice right now. Alastor practically ran back home,did as instructed and waited....waited..waited.