Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

The Worst Kind of Power

From then on, the guys waltzed into my house whenever they pleased. I didn't mind too much, the company was nice, but I wasn't feeling very cared for. I hadn't seen Chris since he broke up with me. Nobody knew where he was, although Vinny and Devin seemed to be hiding some information from me. I missed Chris. I wanted him back. '(Y/n), you in here?' I heard Ricky call, poking his head into my bedroom door and taking in the sight of me depressingly curled up in bed. I had barely moved. 'Is everything alright?'
'...Chris broke up with me...I think that's why he hasn't-'
'What?' Ricky cut me off, screaming. 'He did what? That bastard!'
'...I think that's why he hasn't come back...' Ricky plopped himself down beside me, planting his hand on my shoulder as I began to feel unwanted and conned.
'He doesn't deserve you. He's a cunt. I swear to god when I find him I'll slice him open from larynx to belly button.' Ricky seemed absolutely furious. It was strange. One minute he loves Chris, then he hates him. One minute he refuses to let us see each other, next minute he's threatening to kill him for leaving me.
'...I need him back...'
'...it's only been a week. He might come back...maybe he's just...maybe he just ran into some troubles...'

'Welcome back, Reaper...'
'Don't call me that, stupid whore. You know why I came back.'
'Because you missed us? Or because of your prominent desires?' I hated her. I wanted to slice her to bits if it wasn't for...
Well...nothing was stopping me anymore.
I reached forward, wrapping my fingers around Ash's throat and raising her off of the grass. She wasn't phased anymore. 'I-I...wonder how (Y/n) would...' I squeezed tighter as she chocked out her name. '...would feel about...you killing...me...'
'She's far away from me now. I came back to destroy everything I had created. I'm going to burn everybody in this place. It'll be ash by dawn.'
'Y-You...y-you can't kill...what we...stood f-for...'
'You underestimate me. I'm destroying all of this, right now.' Finally, I crushed her windpipes until her eyes rolled back into her skull and her throat was imprinted with my hand-print. I didn't kill her, instead crushing her neck and dropping her to the floor. 'This place is going back where it belongs. Everybody in it, everything residing in this place, it's all going back to hell. And I...I will no longer be bound to this place. Fantôme Cirque is no longer her burden, nor am I.' I took a deep breath, harnessing my power and letting the tents around me begin to charr and burn. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by flames and the deed was done. Women screamed and sizzled around me as I stepped out of the circus.

"Police are dumbfounded due to reports of missing persons plaguing the town of Louisville, Colorado." I could hear the television blaring from the lounge room. '(Y/n)! Joyce called. What do I tell her?' Josh called from another room.
'Tell her I'm dead...' I muttered, not loud enough for most to hear, but knowing Josh's hearing, he caught what I said.
'She's...um...her boyfriend has gone missing and she's having trouble coping is all. If you need help around the café, I'd be happy to assist you. Really? Thank you. I'll be over right away.'
'Sounds like Josh just got a job...' Ricky mumbled from beside me. I had almost forgotten he was there due to how quiet he was being but I didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered. 'Are you thirsty? You haven't eaten in a while...'
'I'm fine...' I grumbled before feeling a pair of arms wrap around my waist.
'He's not coming back, (Y/n)...Chris doesn't leave this long for anything.' Ricky mumbled, tugging me close to him and nuzzling his head into my neck.
'He'll come back...he'll die without me...'
'It'll take a while. Even then, what if he wants to shatter? He's been alive for a long time, maybe he's just-'
'Don't...I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think at all...I just want him and I to be happy together. I don't understand...he said he loved me...he loved me, so why did he go?' I had been pondering that exact question for weeks. I just wanted to know what was going on. Why did he leave me after finally finding me after so long? Where was he?

I couldn't help but wonder how (Y/n) was doing. I often found myself staring up at the stars and hoping that she was doing the same. I missed her. I missed her more than I could even put into words but it didn't change the fact that if I got to close, I'd kill her. I knew it was only a matter of time before I needed to find her again to keep myself alive but once I did, I promised myself I'd leave immediately. I hated putting her through all the death and misery but it infected wherever I went like a plague. I lived in a relatively average apartment which was technically an attic considering it was just the upstairs part of my work. My job was pretty normal; during the day I was a librarian but at night I translated ancient books for a girl named Catherine. She owned the entire building, which she named "Little House of Trinkets". It was relatively nice- she'd buy me dinner and we'd stay up until the early morning researching and selling old items to rich collectors. 'Chris! Look at what I snatched!' Catherine busted into the back room, arms full of strange, leather books. 'These belonged to Hippocrates back in 460 BC! Can you translate from Greek?' She excitedly asked, ponytail bouncing slightly as she gently dropped the three books down on the table I was sitting at.
'I can.'
'Great! I'm going to to go grab some dinner. Is Chinese food good with you?' I just ignored her, taking a pen between my slender fingers and opening up the first page of the book. Sometimes, I forgot why I helped the human mess that was this pathetic girl. '...one of these days, I'll get through to you. I'll get info out of you eventually.' She smiled. "That was why I helped her" I thought to myself, peeking up at Catherine "she looked just like (Y/n)".

'How far in are you?' Catherine asked, bringing her fourth cup of coffee to her lips and gently gulping most of it down like an eager baby.
'Most of the way through.' I replied, tensing as I felt her lean her head against my shoulder.
'How you can read and write simultaneously, I will never know.'
'With immortality comes skill.'
'Oh yes, I forgot all about that, Mr Immortal.' She giggled against my sleeve. She constantly acted like a drunk, horny teenager and I absolutely hated it. (Y/n) would never act like such a child. Without responding, I nudged her off of me and continued to translate, although I was considering just writing gibberish so she'd seem like an idiot. 'You're going to have to warm up to me sooner-or-later.' She sighed, leaning back in her chair and letting her eyes scan over whichever parts of my face she could see behind my hair. 'You've only been here a few months...I guess I shouldn't expect too much.'

'(Y/n)...' I couldn't focus on Ricky trying to sweetly mumble into my ear when I was beginning to consider Chris was dead. I was losing my mind without him. I was basically unemployed, I was living with a bunch of cats and four inhuman men, my life was basically over. '(Y/n), why won't you say anything? I thought you were over it...'
I said nothing.
I hadn't spoken a single word in weeks. For some reason, I felt physically incapable of doing so. I barely noticed when Ricky placed his hand on my stomach, making sure I was still breathing. I hadn't drank any blood in forever, my skin was reminiscent to that of snow. It was painful to touch, the iciness causing almost everyone to stay away from me; everyone besides Ricky. He hadn't left my side since Chris left. The others would occasionally check on me, but besides that they left me to my business. Ricky was more protective, however and was scared that if he left for even a moment, I'd shatter. 'I just want to be a good boyfriend to you...why won't you just listen to me?'
That was right. Ricky told me that he wanted to date me. I didn't care. I just nodded and let him have his happy moment before I slumped further into my own depression. Not much changed besides him sleeping in the same bed as me, which he had already begun doing the moment I realised Chris was missing. '...I heard people have been going missing lately...strange, huh?' He tried to make conversation, but once again, I didn't listen. The bed underneath me was beginning to shift into ice as Ricky let out a shaky breath and clutched onto me tightly. '(Y-Y/n), y-you're freezing t-the bed...' I wanted to kill myself and everyone around me. Sadly, Ricky pulled himself off of the bed and began to step towards the door. He didn't say anything, he just left. His right arm was purple with severe ice burns. I had never inflicted pain on anyone before, besides Josh. It was the same feeling but I didn't mind it as much as the first time I did it. It was actually quite comforting. It was fun.

'(Y/n), there's...something I think I should tell you...' I sat at her feet, the frozen mattress not bothering me one bit. '...Chris is...he's alive...He, um...' She barely moved. I expected her to suddenly shoot up, excitement coursing through her veins like heroine in a child-star but I was wrong. I was so-so wrong. '...Are you awake?' I felt so guilty for hiding it from her. 'If you are, I'm really sorry...he asked me to only tell you where he was if it was a life-or-death situation but seeing as how you've become a icy-mute, I think it's appropriate...please just say something...' She continued to stay quiet.
'...If you want to see him, please just get up...I'm worried about you...' Finally, she began to shift. She silently dragged herself up off of her bed, but her knees couldn't support the sudden weight and she immediately fell to the floor. I rushed to her side, but was frozen when I finally felt her skin. She was as cold and dead as I was, but her skin looked cracked and old. She still looked gorgeous and young, but it was as though the paint was chipping off her portrait. 'I'll fix you...I promise. Please, just let me get you some blood, alright? Then we'll go right there.'
Nothing.
I got up and hurried into the kitchen, swiping a blood pack from the fridge before skidding across the floor and back to (Y/n) after almost falling over multiple times. I could never get used to socks against wooden floors, but (Y/n) usually found it funny when I tripped over. I kneeled in front of her, tearing the top open with my teeth and grabbing (Y/n)'s jaw. I forced her head back and pressed my fingers against her cheek. I tried to pour the blood into her mouth, but the moment it came close to her, the whole thing froze. It became solid in my hand. Suddenly, something struck me. I painful white noise began blasting in my ears, slipping a the way into my brain. I dropped the frozen bag of ice and gasped, bringing my palms to my ears and trying to block out the noise. "Not until I get him back..." Something whispered in my head before the pain clicked off, and I was left with terror in my mind. My eyes wandered over to (Y/n).
She said nothing.