Luminous memories [Cielxreader] [Aloisxreader]

Luminous memories: Vial 18

Alois's P. O. V

I stared at the old man's walking stick with disgust as I sat in the carriage heading to the meeting point [Y/n] and I agreed on. Uncle Arnold's tastes have always incomprehensible to me, but this flimsy excuse of a walking stick was probably the worst of his queer choices.

The wood was obviously expensive, but the shape it was carved into was absolutely repulsive. The colours were clashing and it looked to unbalanced for proper use- the only thing it could possibly do was attract attention and not the good kind.

My previous plans to break the walking stick out of spite were now out of question. Destroying it would just be a favour to him at this point. Besides, it might be fun to see people judging his decisions with their eyes in public.

As I happily thought of the future embarrassment my uncle would go throug, a gun shot rang out and the carriage came to a stop. A bunch of crooks had surrounded the horse driven vehicle in one of many deserted corners of London, all cocky from having shot my butler.

I smilled at the sight. They certainly didn't know who and what they were dealing with.

The man who I took as the leader of the pack reached out to open the door, but was stopped when a gloved hand swiftly buried a golden butter knife into his neck, sending droplets of his blood everywhere. I clicked my tongue with annoyance- now the carriage would have to be cleaned before I could meet up with [Y/n].

I listened as Claude finished the men off, one by one. The pleas for life were always along the same lines, but it didn't make hearing them any less pathetic. I'd just started to hope for my butler to hurry up and finish the job so I could see my fiancé again when a crook's cry caught my attention.

"Please, the old man told us to do it!"

I swung open the carriage door at that sound, just before Claude could sink his blades into the man's chest.

"Wait!" I shouted at the golden eyed butler. "Don't kill him just yet, I want to ask him some questions."

When I got closer to the hired assassin, I saw his eyes filled with what was unmistakably fear and disgust towards me, but I couldnt care less at the moment.

"What old man?" the crook flinched at my tone.

"There were two of 'em. The man was old, but the woman was still pretty. They told me an' the guys to get rid of two children- they said you guys had too much money and didn't know how to handle it."

"Who was the other one you were sent to kill?" I forced the words out of my throat as steadily as I could, dreading the answer he'd give me.

"Told us to kill a girl, they did. They said we'd recognise her once we saw what she was holdin'. The girl would have a weird dress, the same way you had the weird lookin' walking stick. Boss sent the others to get rid her before we got to you."

I sunk my fingers into my palms until they hurt in order to control myself at the realization of who the other girl was meant to be.

"Claude," I gave my next order while staring the crook dead in the eye. "Kill him."

Turning my back on his screams, I walked back towards the carriage.

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"What's that?" I pointed to the small, circular case the (h/c) haired girl held in her hands.

"They're pain killers."

"Pain killers?" I tried to recall when and how [Y/n] could've gotten hurt since she came here. "Are you alright? You should rest if you're feeling ill."

"Oh they're not for me, they're for Hannah."

"Hannah?"

The (h/c) girl flushed at my curious tone and began talking flusteredly.

"Well you see, I- I couldn't help but notice that Hannah get injured quite a lot... " She trailed off with a pointed look at me, visibly scared to be speaking about the topic.

"I see," I spoke somewhat bitterly, not looking her in the eye. Any normal person would be horrified at my real personality and even though I hated to admit it, the only reason Claude tolerated me was for my soul- I suppose it was foolish of me to hope that someone as kind as
[Y/n] could accept my tendencies. "You must think I'm a cruel person too."

A deafening silence filled the room after my statement was made; after sneaking a glance at her, I was shocked to see that the (h/c) haired girl appeared to be deep in thought.

"I don't think you're a cruel person," she spoke slowly as if trying to choose the right words to express herself. "You make rash decisions in the heat of the moment sometimes, but I don't think that makes you cruel. You've been really kind to me so far and I'm sure you'd be kind to other people too, if they gave you the chance."

I could feel my face heating up at her words and I quickly looked away to hide my face from her sight. No one's spoken to me like that in years, but I had to admit, it felt nice to have someone believe in you.

I could get used to this.

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A new light had entered my life,  but the old man managed to take it away from me.

I'll make sure he paid for that.

"Come on," I called my butler as I climbed into the carriage, my words dripping with venom. "I want to pay a visit to my dear Uncle."