Twilight Zone [Nicolas Brown x Reader]

Stardust

The two men who were there stopped speaking, and they went looking for the owner of that petrified scream. I panicked unsure of what to do. They could find me and Nicolas in a matter of seconds.

Nicolas grabbed me, moving quickly and quietly in the opposite direction. I could hear the scuffing of their shoes on the grimy carpet.

Nicolas grabbed hold of a doorknob and swung it open, dragging my shocked body into the room. He place me on the bed, not caring if the sheets were clean or not. Then he moved towards the door, placing his fingers on it.

He could sense the vibrations from their booming voices. "Probably some slut who got it hard. C'mon, let's go." That voice that I knew so well haunted me. Even if the owner had already made his way out of the brothel, I could hear the taunts.

Nicolas sighed, his shoulders relaxing. He walked towards the bed, plopping next to me. I looked at him, feeling guilty for what I had done. I placed my hand on his knee, so he'd know I was talking to him. 

"I'm sorry. For everything." It was vague, but I truly meant it. I lived a horrible life, running from any problem and never solving anything. And, here I was. With people that cared for me, and I might be the one who's going to ruin their peaceful life.

He moved my hand away from his leg. The expression on his face was apathetic, and I felt that I maybe it was his way of telling me to go. I was a stray. Always getting kicked in the face, thrown away, neglected. The list went on.

And, I should be going on my way, too.

I began to stand, but Nicolas swiftly pulled me down, tugging on my shirt. In a split second, he pressed me into the sheets of the bed, pinning me down. I was vulnerable.

My anxiety heightened. This was all too familiar. I was scared. Would I be choked? Would I be strangled? Would I die right now? I closed my eyes and turned my head. If I was going to die, I don't want to see the face of Nicolas now.

"You're an idiot."

That simple sentence forced me to look him in the eyes. He didn't look like he wanted to kill me. He gave me a stoical expression, but it said many things.

His hand pulled my loose hairs out of my face, and he cupped my cheeks. His hand, thick and worn, still felt comforting. "I know I am," I said. "I know that I'm an idiot."

"You're an idiot for apologizing. You don't apologize if you've done nothing wrong." His creaky voice sounded strained.

I shook my head. "Oh yeah... I've done a lot of wrong things in my life."

Nicolas's expression softened. "Not as many as mine." He got off of me and fell back against the bed. "I've done plenty of horrible things than you could imagine."

That's when I realized that I didn't know much about him; he didn't know much about me, either. Yet, this is why we're bonded.

This is what we have in common.

"Hey, sweetheart." His cunning voice wooed the girls at the brothel entrance. A sultry woman came up to the man and wrapped her arms over his biceps.

"You seem to work out a lot. Mind if I exercise with you, too?" Her red-tainted pout didn't invite him.

"Oh, sure," he scoffed, placing his hand on her hip. They walked towards a large party room.

The woman smirked to herself. It wasn't everyday that a handsome man came into the brothel. Most of the men she slept with were old and dingy; she was getting bored. She liked this guy, though. He added some excitement in her day.

The woman led her "man" to a small table in the back, away from the lights, music, and people. "So, what's your name?"

He sat next to her, propping his hands behind his head. "Does that really matter?"

She giggled. "Only so much, my dear." Her curiosity for this man spiraled around her. She wanted to know everything. "How about you tell me more about yourself?"

"I only happen to come from a rich family, but you know. I didn't want to become some stuck-up prince, so I went to find my own adventure." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out and lit one.

The prostitute watched as his lips cupped the end of the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. It was seductive, and she wanted to see what else he could do with that mouth of his. "Interesting... Say, what's with that eye-patch of yours? It's rather...mysterious."

Her hand caressed the side of his face with the velvet blue patch that covered a quarter of the man's face. "Doesn't matter, sweetheart. You wouldn't want to know the whole story behind it."

She smirked, moving herself so that she straddled him. Taking his cigarette from his hand and placing it on the table, she brought her lips closer to his. "Everything matters about you, honey," she said. "Tell me."

Before she could kiss him, he flung her off. He glared at her with disgust; she was on the floor with her dress pulled up, revealing almost anything. 

"If you saw what this eye looked like," he pointed at his hidden eye. "You'd be so fucking scared to death, you wouldn't sleep with me anymore." He turned on his heel.

"Become dirt, hag."

The prostitute pulled herself together, stumbling on her stilettos. "How dare you! Don't ever come back, you...."

The man, who caused such a commotion, only chuckled. "The name's Orion. You should remember that; it's important."

The woman grunted loudly, stamping her foot on the ground. She was infuriated. How rude could a man be!

Orion came out of the brothel, inhaling the untainted air. He pulled out another cigarette, dropping a paper to the ground. Forgetting what it was, he picked it up.

Smiling to himself, he remembered.

It was a photograph of her. The girl who had been the light of his world since she first entered it. 

"[Name]..."

~End: Stardust~

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