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Distraction [William T. Spears x Reader] Pt. 7

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This just keeps getting better and better.

Also, Ciel and Alois are adults in this. Google what they look like if you must, but just warning you, hottie alert.

Check out the other parts before this otherwise, you're going to be completely lost!

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(Y/n)


    The room spins as you drift back into consciousness. Your tongue sticks to the backside of your teeth. Your throat is hot and dry. A pale light hangs above you in a white room. Cold metal presses into your back.

        'Come find me.' A voice rings in your head. You begin to sit up with no small amount of difficulty. It's damned near impossible to think as your blood swirls behind your eyes and beats with such ferocity through your veins that every movement is laborious and painful.




Alois


    Alois sits in his room, unaware of reality as thoughts of you play with his mind like a drug. You were intoxicating in a way you couldn't understand. Your blood had sent him flying. He'd wanted you so badly as you slept in his arms it had nearly driven him insane, but he knew he had to wait. He wanted you conscious for all that he had in mind.
    
    He lays back against a mound of pillows, his back arching over them. "Claude," he voice is bored and impatient, "Please tell me she's awake." Claude walks into the room, dusting his hands off.

    "I believe she woke not moments ago."

    Alois smiles. "Good." He lifts his head, "Have you done what I've asked?"

    Claude nods. "I've brought back all the files from her home and destroyed the ones that told of your little trafficking business within the Black Market."

    Alois sits up. "Was there anything we could use?"

    "There are detailed accounts of mortals both living and deceased, but nothing we could use to our advantage."

    "Damn." He grins his teeth together. "Very well. I'll have to get the information from the girl." He takes a deep breath and sighs. "I just hope I don't have to break my pretty new toy."

    "You have a plan, your Majesty?"

    "Part of one." He slides off the bed. "Your job is to simply ensure there are no interruptions. Get the triplets to help you. No one is to come into my room unless otherwise ordered." He pulls his shirt off and pulls a thin robe on over his silk pajama pants. "But before you do that, bring something up here that would ease a headache. She won't be able to think if her head is raging against her." 

    "Yes, your Majesty." Claude bows, and leaves for the kitchen.



William


    "Where are we going?" Grell asks. Will's teeth are clenched. Determination and an enraged frown have etched themselves onto his face.

    "Trancy Manor."

    "What? That place has been abandoned for decades."

    "Apparently not."

    "How is that even possible?" Will takes a sharp turn without bothering to slow down and Grell is flung into the door.

    "For God's sake, Grell, THINK! The same thing happened to Lord Phantomhive. His butler has, by his orders, turned him into a demon."

    Grell is silent for a moment. "You and I both know this car can go about twice as fast as you're driving it. We've got someplace to be, Will. Act like it."

    Will grinds the accelerator into the floor boards. The car snatches them down the street and they quickly break beyond the city's outskirts.




(Y/n)


    The moment you tried to stand your legs gave out from under you. Disoriented and writhing due to the pressure in your veins, you lay on the floor. The cold tile seems to sap all warmth away from your body. 

    You hear the door open and footsteps rush in, "(Y/n), darling," a pair of granite arms, draped in silk lift you from the floor, "You're nearly frozen solid." Your head rests against a warm shoulder, your face hidden in the crook of a man's neck.

    "w-who . . . . where . . . . ?"

    "Shh~" He kisses your forehead gently and a little bit of the pain subsides. "It's alright, darling. I'm here now." He carries you from the room and down the hallway. He takes you to his bedroom and sets you gently onto the bed. Your head spins  and nothing seems to hold still. You don't know where you are and you couldn't give your name if you tried. The man stroking your cheek is gentle, his voice like silk, and you could not deny that he was handsome. However, as you focus on his eyes your heart sinks.

    Your voice is but a breath, " . . . red . . . "

    "Shh darling, please, rest easy." You shift away from him but he takes your wrist firmly and holds you still. "Darling," he says warningly. "Please, hold still."

    "L-Let go . . ." His eyes glow like embers. They stir a primal fear within you. You have no memory of seeing these eyes, no idea who this man is, what he is, or who he was to you. Despite all of that, instinct veiled in fear continues to pull you away from him.

    "I'm not going to hurt you." He sits on the bed and pulls you gently closer. His hand takes yours. He presses your palm against his bare chest. The faint beat under your hand becomes a slow, bass-toned drumming as you feel your heart slow to match time with his. You look at him strangely and he smiles gently. "Everything will be explained, I promise you. But let's wait until we've done something about that headache of yours."

    "N-No. Tell me now." You are able to pull yourself into a seated position.

    "Darling-" He reaches for you but you push his hand away.

    "No." You look him in the eyes. "Who are you, and where am I?" Alois frowns. The effects of the drugs are already wearing off otherwise, he wouldn't be having this much trouble with you. Alois continues to stay silent, casting his eyes across the room. You grow more agitated as the moments pass. "I asked you a question. What is your name?"

    Alois sighs. His frustration turns to a sad resolve. "You don't even remember my name . . ." He says quietly. His eyes drift back up to yours, pleadingly. "You really don't remember my name?"

    "I don't."

    "Do you remember yours?" You shake your head. "Your name is (Y/n)."

    "And yours?"

    "William."



To Be Continued in Part 8

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