Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Stepping Outside The Circus

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'Chris, I don't understand! Where are we- what're you doing? What's going on?' I shouted as Chris folded and dropped important belongings into a large suitcase. 'Chris say something!'
'Go pack your things. We leave in the morning. Don't tell anybody.' He grumbled but I wouldn't budge. We stood in his tent, my arms crossed and his ears so full of thoughts he couldn't hear me.
'I'm not going anywhere.'
He didn't reply.
Just like that, my legs were carrying me away from him and towards my own tent. He was controlling me again, I could tell by the feeling of his invisible strings connecting to my feet but somehow I could tell they were a lot wearer than they usually were. With ease, I broke free and bolted to the front of the circus where Devin sat just behind the entrance, twiddling his thumbs. 'So many choices...'
'Devin!' I shouted desperately, watching as he shot up at my call.
'(Y-Y/n), what're you-'
'Chris is saying that we have to leave and he isn't telling me where we're going. I don't know what to do, I can't leave! There's nothing for me out there! I'll die if I-'
'(Y/n), slow down. Everything is okay. Do you remember the exact words he used?'
I was slightly offended by how unfazed he was by my panic. It was less of a "I don't care" calm and more of a "there's nothing to fear" calm which made me fear that I was over-reacting.
'He...he said something along the lines of "we're leaving in the morning, don't tell anyone". Oh, and "go pack your things.' I replied, wondering what Devin was thinking.
'Okay, what tone did he use?'
'U-Uh...I think he...sounded dead? He was just kinda...I don't know. He keeps the same face and tone no matter what anyone says.' I replied, feeling as though I had been of no use. 'Sorry, I can't tell what tone he-'
'No, no it's fine. I have more than enough information. He's taking you out of the county, probably London or Paris. He spends a lot of time there. Do you have a phone?' Devin asked, reaching into his pocket and searching for something with his tongue pocking out from between his lips.
'Chris said I wasn't allowed to have one.'
'He's also a dingbat. Would you be opposed to drinking wolf blood?'
'Why?'
'Because it's the only other way I'd be able to locate you without Chris knowing. Though he has an acute sense of smell, wolf blood has a very distinct smell. Think of it like those frequencies that dogs can hear, but humans cannot.'

(Y/n) looked so cute with blood dripping from between her lips. Josh was whimpering in the corner, afraid of me like everybody else was. He thrashed around and howled as Ricky cut into his shoulder and handed (Y/n) the small bowel with his blood in it. Ricky glared at me the whole time, not trusting me enough to avert his gaze. Everyone was like that. No one trusted me. (Y/n) was the only person who cared, and she was dating my best friend who also hated my dysfunctional guts. At least the women I met chugging liquid debauchery pretended to care. (Y/n) took subtle gasped between gulps of blood and I found myself drawn to the sound of her desperate of air. The way she'd run her tongue over her lips made me feel like a teenage boy again. If I had a functioning heart it'd certainly be beating for her, and her only. Before I could realise I was staring, I was being dragged out of the agony filled tent with something sharp being pressed against my throat. My eyes darted down to my feet which were stepping in sync with the person behind me before gazing back at Ricky who held on to the most enraged face I had ever seen. He pushed me onto the ground, my face colliding with the dirt and grass. He sat himself on my back, his knees on my elbows and hand bunched up in my hair. He tugged my head off the ground by my hair, his blade still pressed against my throat. 'I don't like the way you stare at her.'
'I didn't realise I was staring.'
'Do you want to die?'
'News flash, I'm already dead. Slit my throat and check.' Being zombified had its perks although it was quite anxiety-inducing. I could break my foot and not even realise it until someone started screaming at the sight. Taking my word, he removed the knife from my neck and dropped it beside our bodies.
'Don't stare at (Y/n).'
'What could you do to stop me?'
'I'm serious. Just because I hate you doesn't mean I want to die. If Chris catches sight of you keep staring at her like that we all get beaten.' Ricky reminded me, a slight disappointment in his tone.
'I don't understand. If you hate him so much than why stay here?'
'You wouldn't understand. You're just a zombie.'