Keys of the Past - Elliot Nightray x Reader

Chapter One: A Nostalgic Tune

    "Every time you kissed me I trembled like a child..."

    Lightning struck. Thunder echoed off of the mountains. The rain pattered against the asphalt of the road and the cement of the sidewalk. A small slosh emanated from the ground every time you took another step. Occasionally a car would come by and disturb the peaceful pitter-patter of everything. The weather had been similar to this for the past few days.

    "Gathering the roses, we sang for the hope..."

    You lightly gripped the umbrella's handle, keeping it steady as a slight breeze threatened to blow it away, a few strands of your (h/l), (h/c) hair straying from their original places. You kept your (e/c) eyes focused on the ground, not wanting to look up and end up getting splattered in the face by rain.

    "Your very voice is in my heartbeat, sweeter than my dream..."

    You were walking home from the library after returning some books. Your house wasn't very far, and it wouldn't be worth it to waste the gas, so you simply walked.

    "We were there in everlasting bloom-"

   Just ahead of you was the old Nightray mansion, long abandoned and rotting. Lightning struck the building, causing you to jump a little. It was amazing said building was still standing after all of these years. No one dared to demolish it, but no one dared restore it either. It just kind of existed. Some of the old cement that held the building together chipped off where the lightning had struck, leaving an imprint of the lightning bolt from the top of the building down to the ground.

    You passed this building everyday on your way to school, which was, once again, close enough to walk rather than drive.

    You lived on your own. Your mother had died shortly after giving birth, and your brother was murdered. Your father had committed suicide due to both of these things. But you were still here, desperately getting by.

    You now passed the gate of the mansion. Normally you wouldn't have stopped, but you heard something. It was a male's voice. He was singing. It was slightly disturbing as he was continuing the song you had been quietly singing.

    "Roses die, the secret is inside the pain. Winds are high up on the hill, I cannot hear you. Come and hold me close, I'm shivering cold in the heart of rain. Darkness falls, I'm calling for the dawn..."

    An eerie silence took hold, the wind blowing a bit harder and howling against the shattered windows of the mansion. You simply stood wide eyed, watching the mansion, trying to see if anyone was nearby, or perhaps if someone had been following you. However, you were on your own, the rain keeping everyone locked inside, whether it be in their cars, houses, or some other building.

    You shook your head. There was no way in hell that was possible. You'd probably been imagining things. With a nod, confirming your thoughts, you continued walking back to your house, the thoughts of the male not quite able to leave your mind.

    It didn't take long for you to arrive at your house, pulling out your keys and unlocking the door, then pushing it open and heading inside.

    You resumed your normal schedule; studying, watching (favorite t.v. show), eating, showering, then getting ready for bed. You ran your fingers through your now wet hair and let the towel fall to the floor, changing into your pajamas.

    After a quick walk through the small studio apartment you resided in to make sure all of the lights were off, you went back to your room, stopping at the door as a familiar tune gently filled the air. It was a music box. Such a nostalgic melody...