Luminous memories [Cielxreader] [Aloisxreader]

Luminous memories: Vial 19

After visiting the carpenter's shop only to hear the news that Alois had already left,  you started looking around in that area,  Mary-Anne right behind you.

Although it was clear that she was panicked and confused about why you were acting this way, you couldn't bear to tell her about your worries, gripped by an irrational fear that the thing you were afraid of would come true if you voiced it out loud.

A few streets away from the shop,  people were swarming around an area the police were desperately trying to bring order to. Using the advantage of your small size,  you squeezed through the crowd with the ease only a child was capable of,  leaving Mary-Anne no choice but to follow more slowly from behind.

You had to suppress a sob once you saw the scene. In the midst of the crowd were a bunch of corpses wearing attire similar to those of the crooks who'd cornered you in the alleyway. All the men had an expression of fear on their faces and blood splattered their bodies.

In the sunlight, you saw the glinting of what was nothing more than a murder weapon in the eyes of all the people observing the scene, but you recognised the golden butter knife as being nothing less than part of the Trancy household's cutlery set.

"Young mistress-" Mary-Anne finally arrived where you were,  but froze when she saw what you were looking at; out of the corner of your eye,  you could see her shock when she came to recognize the knives that she would help Hannah clean during your stay at the manor of your fiancé.

In your current state,  you were only able to think of one thing.

You needed to find Alois.

You needed to find him before he does something he'll regret.

"We need to get to Arnold Trancy's manor." the words came out in your voice,  yet it felt like someone else was speaking.

Alonside Mary-Anne,  you slipped back through the crowd and headed to your carriage. You walked as if in a dream and it felt as if you were a puppet with no control over its own body, only moving when an unknown force tugged on your strings.

Mary-Anne's P. O. V

The (h/c) haired girl stared into space as the carriage sped towards the manor of Arnold Trancy. Her eyes, once filled with warmth were now empty (e/c) pools.

"Young mistress." I made my voice as quiet as possible,  not wanting to startle her in the state she was in.

"He's not a bad person," the young  girl clenched her fists, her eyes still looking into nothingness. "I know he's not... " she whispered the last part of the sentence as if lacking the energy to speak any louder.

Everything went back into the state of deafening silence it was in before and when I sneaked a glance at the young mistress,  a wave of worry and panic washed over me. Her shoulders were shaking and although there were no tears,  her once lively (e/c) orbs looked dead.

The only time I'd ever seen her anywhere near her current condition was after her father's death.  However,  whilst she mourned her father with sadness and resignation, she was now filled with an almost frenzied fear for her fiancé.

She couldn't save her father,  but now she had a chance to help this boy and knowing her,  she'd blame herself if anything were to go wrong.

Unable to let myself do nothing while she was like this,  I tried to comfort her in the only way I could think of. Taking a deep breath, I dared myself to do something I ought to have done back then.

"[Y/n]," a flicker in her eyes told me that she'd come back to reality . Gently holding her hand in mine, I continued in the tone I always used to comfort Lottie whenever she was upset. "It'll be okay."

"Thank you..." The young girl managed a weak smile, her eyes slowly regaining their light.

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Your P. O. V

With an armed and alert Mary-Anne,  you made your way into the Trancy manor. The open gate and maimed bodies of the guards confirmed your fears,  but you weren't ready to give up just yet.

There was still a chance to stop Alois from shedding any more blood and you were determined to take it.

Entering the manor,  you could see the body of the woman you'd once been suspicious of and despite what she did,  you couldn't help but pity her when you saw the state she was in.

Her throat was cut open and you could see strips of her memories coming out in a film like material.
It was the first time you'd seen photographic memories in person,  but this wasn't the time to be studying them.

The bits of film that skimmed past your eyes were the last pieces of the complicated puzzle you'd been pulled into since the arranged engagement.

Leaving the woman and her memory films behind, you headed up the flight of stairs. You followed the trails of the servant's bodies, sinking your nails deeper into your palms as you passed each one. The trail ended at a large mahogany doorway that you presumed to be the old man's study.

Pushing the door open,  you braced yourself for the contents of the room.

Alois's P. O. V

I looked at the pig that was supposed to be my uncle cowering on the floor.

How pathetic.

He had no trouble hiring people to kill others,  but now that his life was in danger he was begging for forgiveness. As I opened my mouth to get Claude to slaughter the cow,  the door swung open,  revealing a familiar figure.

"[Y/n]...?" my voice came out weakly, not sure if my eyes were deceiving me.

"Don't do it!" The (h/c) haired girl cried desperately, panic written on her face.

"Huh?"

"See?" the old man I'd forgotten spoke up. "Even she doesn't want me dead."

I shot him a death glare and he became silent again.

"Why not?" I asked the girl, not sure what to do anymore. Happy as I was that [Y/n] is still alive, it didnt change the fact that the cow tried to kill her. "You know what he did as well, right?"

"I know how you feel, but you can't just kill him. He has a high social class and his death would be sure to be investigated thoroughly. You'd get in trouble for causing all this- the police are already examining the corpses of the crooks you'd killed." She continued in a quiet voice.  "I'll never consider you a bad person,  but I don't want you to get into any trouble..."

I bit my lip when she finished her statement. She was absolutely right,  but after everything I'd done,  it was too late to go back.

"Even if I let him go,  he'll still tell Scotland Yard about the incident."

[Y/n] merely gave me one of her warm smiles.

"I think I know how to solve that problem."