Death is never The End // Thomas Sharpe X Reader.

4: Lady in black.

The woman finished her piece with a loud press of the keys.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable here." She said turning to face me. She looked like a nightmare. Beautiful like a rose but her aura was as prickled as thorns.

"Thomas has been very kind." I replied. I noticed a sudden change in her demeanor when I took his name.

"Thomas is always kind. Picking up street rats and feeding them expensive cheese." She moved closer to me, looking me up and down.

I was extremely offended, but arguing with her wasn't going to solve anything. "Why aren't you letting go?" I went straight to the point. Her ghost was black, unlike the others that were blood red. While the others were forced to stay, she had chosen toto do so.

"This my house!" She screamed out startling me a bit.

"This is my library." She moved closer to me forcing me to move back.

"These are my books." She said pulling the book from my hand.

"He is mine!"

He as in Thomas? That's not possible. She's a ghost and he's a human.

"LUCILLE!" Thomas yelled from the entrance. "Stay away from her!"

He was fuming, he had never looked so red before.

"Why? Because you want her to yourself? Oh I've seen the way you look at her. It's worse than the way you looked at Edith. I see the pain, hurt, sorrow that you feel and especially the love."

The words she used made me snap my head in Thomas's direction. Love? In a day?

"This is absurd!" He exclaimed. Before she could retort back, he raised his hands in surrender and pleaded her, "Lucille please don't make things worse. Please leave."

"I will.....for now."

Lucille glared at me and her ghost turned into a shadow, disappearing in the corner of the room.

"She's gonna be a difficult one." I joked trying to lighten the mood.

"Why are you in here? Didn't I ask you to sit by the fireplace?" He practically yelled at me. I felt like a schoolgirl getting shouted at for disobedience.

"It was the tune she was playing, that attracted me to it. I didnt come here intentionally. And if it was such a wrong thing to do, I apologize." I looked down on the floor kicking the dirt with my foot.

"Aurora, don't be like this. You can roam the entire house, use what you like, take what you want. But you mustn't come in here again, understand?"

"I understand."

"Come on now. Go take a bath. I have arranged a few dresses for you and placed them on the bed. You can chose which one you like and wear it."

I went to his room and like he said, there was definitely a bit of red in the tub. I had absolutely no motivation to refill the tub so I chucked all of my clothes onto the bathroom floor and lowered myself into the tub.

I felt a great relief when my cold body came in contact with the warm water. It's wasn't too hot, just the right amount. If I could, I would have a nap in it. Maybe that wasn't a bad idea.

I closed my eyes which were pleading me to rest them.

After a good fifteen minutes I stepped out of the bath. My fingers and toes had all turned pale and creased.

I laughed to myself, drying myself off, when I heard a grunt behind me.

A figure emerged from the bathtub that I was just in. The water turning blood red. It was another victim. She had a crack in her head, indicating thats how she was killed.

She turned to face me, sending shivers down my spine. Well that was probably due to the fact that I was naked.

"May I?" I asked raising my hand. When she didn't protest I placed my wet hand on her head.

I cried out seeing her memories. She was a single woman struggling to make ends meet, trying to provide the best for her children. She locked them up in the nursery so that they wouldn't have to see the things see was good through. But she was murdered, brutally, with an axe in her head, breaking her skull and smashing her brains. The worst part was that it was Lucille who murdered her.

I began weeping at her tragic death. Her own daughter, Lucille killed her, just like that. She was blinded by hatred and anger. She couldn't let anyone take what was hers.

"I know this is a lot to ask, but forgive them.... It's the only for you to attain peace."

I saw her shaking and trembling. She was filled with anger, rage. I knew she was trying to forgive and to let go of this dreadful house. Water from the tub splashed out but I couldn't take my hand off her.

"They were your kids, they hurt you but you still love them. How can a mothers love be so true? So pure?"

She screamed out, turning into drops of blood that turned the water in the tub red. Then she... Cried. Not of pain or distress, but that she was finally free of this bondage. Her ghost slowly turned white and vanished in the air.

I collapsed on to the tub. Holding myself up by the edge, I turned around.

My eyes we're greeted by a pair of gorgeous blue ones. Thomas stood in front of my naked self. Eyes trying hard not to move away from my face.

He walked towards me till we were barely inches apart. My heart rate increased, breathing was rapid and I was a bit of afraid of he was going to do. The room was so quiet after all the screaming, that it felt like it was shrinking.

He took one more step ahead and my breath hitched. I closed my eyes then felt a pair of sleeves make their way up my arm.

Thomas covered my naked self with a soft woollen sweater.

"This will keep you warm." He said coming back in front of me. He spoke in a hushed tone, like he was telling me a secret. Like he was trying to tell me something else but couldn't. We smiled at each other and I made my way to the bed.