A/N; Everyone is going to hate me for this XD Not only is it a Not-Chapter, but it focuses on Alois. This is a backstory... kind of. I honestly intended to have Alois play a very very minor role, and yet...this happened. This is still relevant to the plot as a whole.
I know Alois is a character a lot of people really despise, so I doubt this chapter is going to be a favorite of many people. (I actually like Alois more than Ciel. Ironic right? I think thats why I kept him in the story XD)
Disclaimer; I own nothing.
The grass was chilly,but the warmth spreading from his side chilled him much faster.
The sweet earth was thick with metal.
His savior.
Hands a tender touch of death.
Slipping to the ground, the blood made it a dark mudded web of emotions.
Alois sat up in bed, glancing around in the dark. Well it wasn't completely dark anyway, he had a blue nightlight off in the corner of his room.
He rubbed his tired blue eyes. These dreams were becoming a bother.
The six year old blonde boy moved to get out of his bed. Falling the short drop to touch his small feet against the cold hard floor. His nightdress was bunched up with the blankets and took a sharp tug to get loose.
He padded down the hallway from his room. It was a long walk to his parents room, and never a fun one. Alois looked around rapidly, paranoid from the dream before. Paranoid from all of the dreams, really.
Something was most definitely wrong with him. None of the other kids at school ever had nightmares like this.
Nightmares are what they were right? Not just dreams, surely not dreams.
His thoughts were cut short when he arrived at his parents doorway. The door was closed, but there was a low golden lights spilling out from under the crack.
Whispers.
He was a curious boy, and pressed his ear against the door. Memories of the nightmares temporarily forgotten.
'Johan, it's strange isn't it? Boys his age don't dream of monsters and dying. Certainly not ….not...these things! He dreams of essentially a holocaust..almost every night!'
'Ana, what am I supposed to do? We've taken him to the best people we possibly can. They've been of no help.'
'Maybe...maybe a change of scenery? Let's move dear. Let's move somewhere we've always wanted to travel? What about London! Or Peru! Or even New York!'
'...I'll think about it...'
Alois stepped back from the door, body running cold.
They were leaving home? Leaving Austria?
Because of him?
It was all his fault.
He brought a small hand up to his mouth, suddenly feeling like he'd be violently ill. Knee's dropping onto the hallway rug, he spat up blood. Tear's leaking from wide light eyes.
They had been living in London for a few years, the language was easy enough to get a hang of as Alois had been taught basic English in school for years anyway. He had an accent at first, but was slowly loosing any trace of his native lands.
The ten year old kicked his feet back and forth, sitting with legs over the landing in their new home. He was so very bored.
He had no real friends here, not in England anyway. He barely had any friends in Austria either. Alois frowned.
So what. He didn't need them. He had a family who loved him, a family that moved across the continent to a new country to help him.
But it never did help did it? A little voice pipped up inside his head. He didn't like this voice. It wasn't his voice either. It was someone else, talking in his head. So snidely, so full of self worth.
He'd heard this voice before, in his dreams. But never a face.
It was true though, moving solved none of his problems. Of course it didn't worsen them either. So that was one thing.
Alois picked up the pack of snapping fireworks, and tossed one down the landing onto the floor. It made the snapping bang, as it should, right next to his caretakers feet.
Mum n Dad were out on business. Well, it was more of a vacation...but for adults. And certainly it was business related right?
He had heard them talking again, about moving once more. To New York, in America. For business.
They'd be even more busy, and he'd see them less than he did now.
….
Less than he did now? He barely saw them at all...
Except when they were dragging him to a psychologist, or a doctor or lord knows whatever else specialist they'd take him to, just to see what was wrong with their darling boy.
They didn't take him to school. He didn't even go to school anymore, no matter how much he wanted to get out of the house and see the world again.
Alois had rarely gotten the chance to leave their property, except for the unpleasant visits to specialists.
He remembered the days his parents would walk him down the street, hand in hand with him. Swinging him up and down while they took him to his preschool.
They always laughed, and smiled. Sometimes they even danced in the streets. Or at home, he loved learning how to dance by watching his mom and dad.
They never smiled at him anymore. They looked at him like he was a sad creature. Then they'd look at each other like they've done something wrong.
He didn't care. Not really. He may not have liked being looked at like he was pitiful.
But it didn't matter.
...They never looked at him much anymore...
He angrily threw the entire bag of snappers at the caretaker.
Alois was thirteen when he felt completely broken.
Not shortly after his eleventh birthday, his family moved to New York city. It was an impressive home, and his family had obtained a certain kind of impressive wealth that went far in America.
Family.
Not much of one really, he sniffed. Rubbing a cold nose.
His mother seemingly broke as well, around his twelfth birthday. She couldn't take the bore of having such a strange child, one that never improved. She had seemingly failed as a parent. And it destroyed her.
His mother breaking down, unable to even so much as gaze upon her son anymore, was corrosive on his father as well.
He was beginning to grow contempt for the boy, for his own son. His son who hadn't even reached puberty yet. And this contempt, for his own boy began eating away at the mind of his father as well. Surely soon he'd reach a place much like his mother.
His mothers state of mind deteriorating, and his father's slowly spiraling thoughts ended up with a heavy decision.
They would be taking long trips abroad.
It was disguised as help for Alois. As thought, possibly being away from his family would actually help him get rid of those pesky nightmares that never seemed to cease for long. They had tried everything else, so maybe this was the answer.
Of course, Alois had been left by himself many times over the last few years. Vacation, anniversary, business...no matter what the mask was, it was always just a way to get away from him.
This was merely a more severe way of cutting ties.
This particular first trip, they'd be leaving for Peru. His mother always wanted to visit Peru.
It would be close to three months with no contact other than letters and postcards. They said 'wouldn't it be interesting to live like the olden days?' but what they meant was 'I can't stand to see your face or hear your voice.'
At least he got to go to school again. It was one small saving grace.
And he loved his school. He loved being in New York schools, the big apple had some of the best schools on the planet...for those who could afford it. The public school system, being some of the worst in the nation in areas.
He never missed a day. It was his only real connection to the outside world. In England he rarely left home, let alone got into the big city. In New York, when he did the simple act of merely going to school he was emerged completely in a large city environment.
And this week, they were paying a class field trip to Sam's Point Preserve, a sprawling area that was well known for it's ice caves. They were on a informational hiking trip, and it was entertaining. Alois really hadn't made any great friends...but being here with so many people was the most fun he'd had in years.
That was, until he opened one of the letter's he had received from his parents. Alois figured, it was a great day...the letter was a week old but he hadn't felt like opening until now.
But what could ruin his mood now?
It was just close to sunset now.
He ripped the letter open, to reveal simply a postcard inside and a simple 'Love you, - Mom &Dad' note.
This was the day he broke.
The postcard was made from a picture of his parents in Peru.
They were smiling happily, holding hands and it looked like they had been laughing.
Things they hadn't done around him in years.
They were happier off without him, this was a thought that was alien to him.
He was thirteen.
Alois looked down. He had made it up to the top of the hiking trail, which was on a high cliff face. They were supposed to have a buddy-system of two children...but his 'buddy' ran off to be with their own friends. He was alone.
On a cliff.
His hand clenched around the photograph, crumpling it around the small palm.
His foot inched forward.
He'd never smile or laugh with his family again. He'd never dance with them again.
And they'd be better off without him...they WERE better off without him...
Maybe it wasn't them who had failed as parents, but him who had failed the task of simply being a child.
He moved closer still to the cliff face. Alois was right on the edge, ground crunched under one of his feet. Small rocks and pebbles were dislodged and displaced and tumbled down into the abyss.
Suddenly a firm hand wrapped around his upper arm.
He looked back with wide, tear spotted eyes, expecting a teacher.
There was a group of 5 adults in front of him.
Three young adults seemed to be triplets...a long haired tanned woman smiled at him softly, and sadly.
And the man who was holding his arm. A man with colder golden eyes than the ice caves below and glasses that made them brighter.
"Alois, it's time to come back home" The woman spoke softly.
"Who..Are... you?" Alois whispered.
"We're...you're new servants." The man holding him said, voice as chilly as the rest of him, even though his fingers seemed as though they were burning Alois.
Alois slammed his fists up against the crypt's door. He could tell his hands were bleeding from the repeated action.
It was pointless, but he wasn't about to give up the only thing he had anymore.
Even if Claude and the others didn't care about him. They were precious to him.
He loved them. He could smile, and laugh...he could dance with them sometimes...
Alois smiled in the dark. Though Claude never enjoyed it.
He had just began to pick back up the pieces, and he wasn't about to let it go again. Not to some red haired supposed God of Death, and certainly not to Ciel La Mer whose voice sounded suspiciously like that pesky voice inside his head.
If they didn't come for him, he'd surely return to them.
Even if it meant that he'd bleed all the blood out of his body first.
A/N: Well that was depressing. This isn't a REAL chapter. But yeah. It was still 6 pages, and I wasn't even going to write anything on surface for awhile :'D ….it's apparently easier for me to write this than it is my book XD oh well.
Have a good week everybody. I know a lot of people are graduating! ..I'm not because I'm old. But yeah XD
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