The Spider's Kiss (Alois x Reader)

5: A Memory in a Dream

After Elizabeth ran away, Ciel looked ready to snap the neck of someone that dared to even look at him the wrong way. The man Alois pointed out to be Ciel's butler began ushering people out of the mansion. Naturally, as two people with demon butlers as well, Alois and I stayed. Once everyone was dismissed, I began to approach the blue haired boy with Ellis, Alois, and Claude all in tow.

Once I was only a few more strides away, Ciel's butler, that same one who had interrupted the conversation I shared with Ellis, stepped into my path. Just like before, he wears a smile that even Claude seems to dislike. "Excuse me, but my lord has requested that all guests be removed-"

"That's unnecessary, Sebastian." The boy interrupts. After muttering something, the butler with a build resembling Claude and Ellis stands behind his earl. If not for their hair and different colored eyes, I would never be able to tell them apart in a photo.

Finally stepping forward to the host, I speak up to the male. "Good day Earl Phantomhive. It is great to make your acquaintance. Your manor is beautiful, although not the same as when I had first laid eyes upon it."

"Can we skip the idle chat? I have business to attend to." The boy spits as he begins to turn to his butler, Sebastian.

Warm arms wrap around my neck as Alois very inappropriately hugs me from behind, "Don't write my YN off as if she is just as worthless as Elizabeth." His cheek rubs against mine and I can already feel his body heat through my dress. Swiftly, I try to back away and turn bright red. However, what happens next is incredibly ridiculous.

I don't know what is more shocking. The fact that I was flustered by Alois' body being so close to mine. How Ciel got worked up to the point where he threw his cane at Alois. That the three demon butlers began to fight. Or how the blond girl had hit me over the head after I blocked Ciel's cane. Perhaps what was most shocking was how fast it had all happened.

My legs crumple as if they were struck down a hammer. My world slowly goes on mute as my vision swirls around the room, searching. My hand travels up the pale face of the boy with the sky trapped in his eyes. My wordless lips curl into a sorrowful smile as my world slips back into darkness.

"Mommy, where are we going?" The woman with long locks was sprinting down the splintered stairs. She carries her only surviving child in her needle like arms. The woman's skin had purple bruises wrapping around her wrists and ankles; additional spots of the purple color seeped through layers of her skin in haphazardly selected areas.

"Away from that wretched man." Her child's eyes were dry. They had been, for far too long. Mothers don't wish for their children not to cry. They know their children need to cry, for then they know that their children can recognize when something is wrong. Mothers wish for their children to be happy. And that could never happen so long as they were with that man.

The little girl nods her head in a form of understanding. "They all died. He should too. Why didn't you kill him when you had the chance?"

Horror grows over the mother's face as she strides across the rug, nearing the entrance that was big enough for a giant. "Save lives, don't take them. If I had killed him, I couldn't have saved you."

No comprehension could be found in the small girl. The doors were pushed open by the crushed bones of her mother. "What is this?" The precious gift mumbled as her tiny hand reached to the heavens and her eyes squinted, despite it not being bright. The bruised woman nearly broke down at her daughter's first reaction to the outdoors. White fluffs slowly drifted to the frozen ground. The indigo night sky contrasted the full moon without fault. It was the first snow of the season.

The double doors have yet to slam, a sign that they haven't shut. A gust of courage enters the mother's soul as she stares into the devil's eyes and calls onto her last hope. "Ellis! Protect her life!" A swarm of darkness rises from the once pure snow. "I bestow trust and advanced pay-"

The girl was too focused on the green eyes inside of the demonic mass to notice her father lift the pistol and fire. "Thank you..." The faintest of whispers escapes her mother's lips as the bullet tears through their hearts.

"Mommy?"

The woman's body grew cold and the white snow became warm with blood.

Her daughter's grey enclosed world had been painted white in a new beginning only to be stained by the devil and drenched with red.

The green was all she could rely on. Green cradled her shattered skull in his hands before escaping the harmful reality.

Only salty tearsremain.