ZOMBIE LOVE {YANDERE! ZOMBIE! ALASTOR X READER}
A/N: Inspired by the song Zombie Love by Bohnes. This is my first time writing something like this. I hope you enjoy it.
August 7, 1933, New Orleans.
Late in the evening, when the sun has already set and most of the city's residents are either at home or drunk at the nearest bar, you and your friend Jacob walk through the dark streets towards the cemetery. What for? It was all because of a book that Jacob had found in some backwater magic shop. The book was handwritten and contained information about performing all sorts of strange rituals, the most interesting of which was the ritual of resurrection from the dead. And that's exactly what you were planning to perform tonight at the local cemetery.
"I think it's a stupid idea." - you said as you walked alongside Jacob.
"Oh, don't be such a bore. Where's your enthusiasm? Where's your faith in miracles? Aren't you interested in testing a ritual that has been practiced since before our great-grandmothers were born? Especially when it comes to resurrecting the dead!" - Jacob said with the enthusiasm of a mystic enthusiast, gently nudging you with his elbow while holding a book in his other hand.
"First of all, miracles don't exist, and secondly, it's impossible to resurrect someone from the dead by performing a ritual from an old book." - you said, not sharing your friend's enthusiasm and remaining skeptical.
"But you're still going." - Jacob said with a knowing smile.
"I'm going there to make sure you don't get caught and sent to prison for desecrating graves." - you said with a slight smile on your face. Despite the fact that Jacob was a bit of a weirdo, you loved and cared for him just as much as he cared for you.
"Oh, that's so nice of you, (Y/N). To worry about me getting in trouble for this. You're a true friend." - Jacob said.
As a result of your short walk, you finally reached the gates of the cemetery. Once inside, you took out your flashlights and opened the book to the page where the ritual was described.
"So… in order for the ritual to work, we need someone who died recently, maybe 2-3 days ago, so we're looking for a fresh grave." - Jacob said, shining his flashlight on the open book so he could see the text.
"Finding anything in this darkness is going to be a challenge." - you said, squinting in the dark, shining your flashlight around, trying to make out anything.
"Well, we're not new to challenges, are we (Y/N)? After all, we've faced tougher situations." - Jacob said as he closed the book and put it back in his bag.
"I think you're right. Well, let's start searching, then." - said you, and you began your search with Jacob.
The night was so dark that even the light from the flashlights you were using to light your way didn't help you see much. It felt like someone had put a dark veil over the sky to make your search more difficult, and after hours of wandering through the cemetery, you finally found what you were looking for. A fresh grave.
"Jacob! Jacob, come here!" - you said, calling your friend to come over and see what you'd found.
Jacob came over and examined the condition of the grave with you. The earth was fresh and loose, and there wasn't even a single blade of grass growing on it, indicating that it had been recently dug, perhaps even yesterday or today.
"That's what we need! Well done, (Y/N)! Now we can start the ritual." - said Jacob pulling out a book from his bag.
This is how you started the ritual, without bothering to read the name on the tombstone and find out who was buried there. This was your biggest mistake, which you will regret in the future, but for now, you are both focused on performing the ritual over the grave you have been searching for for so long. You did everything exactly according to the instructions. Jacob read a spell from the book and made ritual movements like a real shaman. After that (with your permission) he made a small incision in your palm, not so much that you would have a scar, but enough for blood to flow, and then pressed your injured hand to the grave. So, while Jacob was finishing the ritual with the last ritual words, you washed the injured hand from the earth and blood, and then bandaged it with bandages that you brought with you in your bag. After waiting for 20 minutes and seeing no signs that the ritual had worked, you packed up and left the cemetery. You two didn't want the caretaker to lock you in until morning.
"I told you it was a stupid idea." - you said as you walked out of the cemetery gates.
"You're right, but it was worth a try." - Jacob said as he followed you out.
After that, the two of you walked back to your house, chatting about nothing in particular, almost forgetting about the ritual you had performed over the grave of an unknown person, completely unaware that this person was the infamous radio host and serial killer Alastor Hartfelt, who had recently been taken to his grave by a hunter who mistook him for a deer.
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It's the middle of the night. The alarm clock in your room is set to midnight. You're soundly asleep, clutching your bandaged arm to your chest, when suddenly there's a knock on your door. You open your sleep-heavy eyes and look at the front door. You don't want to get up, and you're hoping it's just some random drunk who's confused your house for their own, and they'll be gone soon. However, the knocking continues, so you reluctantly get up and approach the door. As you approach the front door, you look through the peephole. A stranger is standing on your doorstep. In the darkness, you can't see his face, but you can tell that he is a man, and that he is tall, slim, and well-built.
"Who's there?"- you say in a sleepy voice, continuing to look through the peephole at the uninvited guest standing in the dark.
"Oh, my dear, don't you recognize me?" - says a stranger whose voice seems strangely and frighteningly familiar, sending a chill down your spine.
"N-no, I don't recognize you. Who are you? What do you want?" - you say, stammering slightly as you try to shake off the terrible feeling that's growing in your chest.
The stranger laughs and then replies. - "My name is Alastor Hartfelt, but you, darling, can just call me Alastor. As for what I want…" he pauses for a moment, then adds, and there's a distinct smile in his voice. "Well, I want you all to myself, ma douceur. Forever. "
After that, the bulb on the yard light suddenly comes on, and you can see him. What you see shocks you so much that your legs give out and you almost fall. Alastor is standing on your porch, his funeral suit covered in dirt and slightly torn from climbing out of his grave. There was a clear bullet hole in his forehead, but what really frightened you was his wide, unchanging smile and the look in his yellowed eyes, which were filled with an obsession that you could clearly see when he pressed against the door and looked at you through the peephole on the other side.
Alastor continues to smile and knocks on the door again, taunting you to open it. You both know that he won't leave and that you can't escape from him. Now you'll have to deal with him forever, as death can no longer separate you.
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