Keys of the Past - Elliot Nightray x Reader

Chapter Two: A Case of "Amnesia"

     You forced open your eyes, letting them adjust to the almost blinding light. After a moment, your vision became clear, and you could clearly see the boy in front of you. It was him.

     It was like the painting had come to life. But a painting couldn't express the beauty within his icy-blue eyes. The perfect shade of blue. The kindness that was hidden down deep inside them. They seemed to shimmer, even though he wasn't exactly happy about your presence. Hell, if he was happy about your presence, it might make him look even more amazing. Elliot Nightray was kneeling down in front of you, looking a bit intimidating, as if he was annoyed or he didn't trust you. Or both.

     With a glance around the room, obviously confused, you took note that everything had changed. You were in the music room in the mansion... but you could clearly remember the floor collapsing. Not to mention, everything looked so spectacular. There was no ivy growing on the walls and the curtains and floor were in perfect condition. The furniture was in tip-top shape, and not at all stolen. There were candlesticks mounted on the walls, a few of them lit in the darker corners of the room where the light from the outside could not reach. The piano was in astonishing condition, each of the keys perfect and polished. A few pages of sheet music were on the stand, not at all damaged in any way. Just what the hell was going on here?

     Seeing as you were well enough to survey the room, Elliot figured you were well enough to answer some questions. "Who are you and how the hell did you get in here?" His eyes remained cold as he towered over you.

     It was then that you noticed the black rapier attached to his hip, and decided that it would be best to answer the question before you ended up getting a closer look at it. "I-I'm (f/n) (l/n)... A-and I'm not sure how I got in here..." It was true. You had absolutely no clue how you'd managed to get here. Then an idea came to mind. "Wait... This is a dream isn't it?" You wondered out loud, letting out a soft chuckle. "Obviously I'm still back at the abandoned mansion and knocked out on the first floor. And you're still dead." You said, looking up to the boy.

     "Like hell I'm dead. I'm standing right here you, dipshit." He growled. 'This girl must have hit her head a little harder than I'd previously thought.' He thought, studying you. It was odd. You wore odd clothing that he'd never seen anywhere else. And you looked awfully confused.

     At that instant, a male with long black hair and glasses, about the same age and a little shorter than Elliot, came back through the door, followed by an older man dressed in white.

     That's right. Elliot had sent for a doctor. The black-haired male must have been the owner of the voice that followed Elliot's. That meant he must be "Leo".

     Seeing the man dressed in white, which you assumed was the doctor, you were suddenly reminded of the intense pain you'd felt earlier. Your entire body ached and you had a throbbing headache. You slightly groaned, rubbing your forehead and closing your eyes. It then occurred to you that you'd never felt pain in a dream before... Does that mean this was real? That just wasn't possible.

     The doctor nodded a greeting to Elliot before walking over to you and examining you. "I don't see any permanent damage... No sign of a concussion..." He continued to examine you, walking behind you. "Miss, I'm just going to make sure your back is alright. You may feel a slight draft..." He pulled off your trench coat and lifted up the back of your shirt slightly. His eyes widened as he lifted it up a bit more. Your entire back was black and blue, covered in bruises and scrapes.

     The doctor quickly asked Elliot and the Leo to leave the room. Elliot seemed a bit curious and confused, but Leo dragged him out before he could say anything.

     The doctor lifted up your shirt even more, which explains why he insisted on the boys' departure.

     "My goodness... You've suffered quite a bit of trauma. What happened to you?" He asked as he carefully pinpointed the first point of impact.