My Number One (001/Henry Creel/Vecna x Reader)

Conflictions

The way he made me feel when his face embraced mine was indescribable. It was the best sensation I had ever experienced. I wanted more. I wanted to bite him, eat him, but I didn't think that would be part of the game.

I breathed in, wanting to inhale him. I just wanted to consume him, to have him inside of me...somehow...

Mr Ballard then began walking while we kissed, though I didn't know that word yet, and pushed me against a wall. It was covered in slime, but that barely registered in my brain...there were better things occupying my mind.

His hand slid under my shirt, and I savoured every nerve that felt his skin on mine.

"I can't believe I stayed away from you this long," he murmured between kisses. "Now you're here with me forever."

"What do you mean?" I breathed.

Mr Ballard stopped kissing me, but was still so close, inches away so that I was pressed against the wall. "Well, this is perfect." He laughed slightly. "Eleven thought she was doing something great, sending me here. But I'm more powerful than I ever was, and I'm not alone. I have you, all to myself, no one here to come between us."

"What?" I whispered. "We're not stuck here forever, are we? Wherever here is..."

Mr Ballard stared at me.

I grabbed his strong arm and squeezed it. "Well? We aren't trapped here, right?"

He just stared again, giving me no answers.

"Where are we?" I questioned, putting my hands to my forehead, now panicking.

Mr Ballard pulled my arms back down and lowered himself to my height. "We're in the Upside Down," he whispered.

"But where is that? And how do we get out?"

I had been so distracted with our reunion, my questions for Mr Ballard, and our embrace, that I had hardly worried about where we were, and how long we'd be there for. Of course, it had crossed my mind, but I suppose I had shrugged it off with the thought that, in a world with magical powers, anything was possible. But now that I had found out my powers weren't magic, and in fact a result of drug consumption by my pregnant mother, I was far more concerned.

Mr Ballard opened his mouth for a moment, thinking, before speaking. "You can't leave."

I looked him in the eyes and shook my head, before asking softly, "Do you mean I really can't leave, or that you don't want me to?"

Mr Ballard paused again for a moment, then saying, "You really can't."

I looked at the ground and tried to shuffle away from him, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving. "I don't believe you," I whispered.

"Don't you want this?" he asked, now shouting a little.

I shut my eyes, not liking the mood he was getting into. "I do, it's just..."

He looked angry. "It's just what? You think you can find better than this? Than me?"

"No, you're the best I'll ever have," I said, placing my hands on his face, trying to calm him down. "But I need to see Eleven," I added in a small voice.

Mr Ballard shook his head. "But she doesn't need to see you!"

"She does—" I argued.

"She doesn't! She has those boys and their house!"

"But she needs me. She's hardly ever known life without me."

Mr Ballard looked angrier, and he held me against the wall with one hand, and pointed to the rest of the room with the other. "She sent me here!"

"I know," I soothed, placing my hands on his one that was on my chest.

"Well, then why do you still love her after what she did to me?"

"The same way I still love you after what you did."

"And what did I do?" Mr Ballard asked, his voice deep.

I breathed, preparing myself for what I was about to say. "You killed those children. The other test students."

He furrowed his brows and blinked hard. "I did that for you."

"What? I'd never want you to do that!"

"Yes, you do," he said, his voice becoming deeper. "You'd never do it yourself, but deep down you wanted those kids dead."

I shook my head, horror in my eyes. "No," I whispered.

"They were so cold towards you. And I saw what they did, bullying you in the corner of the room when they thought no one was looking."

"But they didn't deserve to die," I said.

"Well, they did!" He shouted. "So be grateful!"

Suddenly, he turned away from be and began storming off deeper into the house.

It was a dark house, and underneath all of the slime and strange fog, it was nicely decorated, and very old-fashioned. Mr Ballard began making his way up a staircase, and I followed him. My body felt like jelly after being so tense with him in front of me.

He entered a bedroom in the upstairs floor, and so did I after him. "Wait!" I called. "What are you doing?"

He turned back around to face me sharply. "I thought you listened to me!"

"I am!"

"Then do as I say and stay with me!" he said, throwing his arms in the air in frustration.

"So it is possible to leave," I said quietly. "Just tell me how," I pleaded.

Mr Ballard sat down on the edge of the large bed and put his head in his hands. "As long as you'll come back."

"Yes," I said, walking over to the bed and kneeling on the floor beside him. "I want to see you," I insisted, "but I want to see Eleven, too." I paused, then took a breath before speaking softly. "So, will you tell me what this place is and how I got here?"

Mr Ballard didn't look up. "It's an alternate dimension. It's always existed, but Eleven sent me here with her powers. I don't think she meant to, I think she was just fighting me, but I ended up here, anyway. There are ways to connect with the world where everyone else exists, like with light, and sometimes sound. I found you, saw what you were doing, and sent a Demogorgon in to get you. I can show you a gate to the normal world and you can go back there, but, please, just choose to come back to me. I'll be waiting."