I Need You; Alois Trancy x Reader

Chapter One

She remembered how her and her mother would play duets with the piano and violin. She had stopped playing for a whole year after her mother's death. Then her father encouraged her to start playing again.

She never understood why her father encouraged her to start playing again. Perhaps he missed her playing. Maybe he just wanted to see his daughter happy again. Or the more logical reason, he was tired of her mourning. She was most definitely sure it was the last.

It hadn't taken her long to pick up where she had left off. She was a skilled player after all. At balls, her father would let (more like make) her perform a piece. Most likely to show her off to the other Earls. She saw it as a game. A competition even. The 'look at me, my daughter is better then yours' game. After all, her father was very competitive.

The girl sighed and took a seat on the piano bench. She pressed a few notes slowly, testing even. A few more. As the notes progressed, a soft melody came to life. It was her favorite piece. Her mother had taught it to her before the incident.

As she played she imagined her mother sitting next to her smiling, saying encouraging words. She opened her mouth and started to sing.

She sung of changes, how her heart couldn't take it.

She sung of hearts breaking, people aching.

She sung of having nobody to turn to, nobody to hold.

She sung of loneliness, how nobody understood her.

She had wrote the song herself. Never told anyone about it, had never been caught singing it. As she came to last few notes of the song her voice quietened, a tear rolling down her (s/c) cheek. She stopped playing the piano and stared at the keys blankly. She watched as her tears dropped from her cheeks and on to the keys of the piano.

She never let anyone know how much she was hurting inside and it was starting to take it's toll on her. She spent sleepless nights staring at the ceiling, thoughts running wild. She would smile at people but as soon as they were gone so was her smile. She wasn't happy, yet she was a wonderful actor. She was able to fool everyone, making them think she was fine when she was actually dieing inside. Hell, even her own father was fooled by her act.

Pathetic.

That's what she always called herself. Pathetic for still being hooked up on the past. Pathetic from not being able to move on. Pathetic from not being able to please her father. Pathetic for not picking a future husband. Pathetic for not being able to love.

Just pathetic. And she hated herself for it.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on the door and her butler, Yuma Jinx, entered. He was tall and had a lean built. With black hair and burgundy eyes the butler was quite handsome.

"Ah, there you are M'Lady. I have been looking for you." His voice was smooth, rich, deep. His burgundy eyes were trained on her as he walked forward. "You father has requested your presence in his study." He continued when he was directly in front of her.

(Y/n) sighed irritatedly, and stood mumbling under her breath, "What does that fool want now?" The butler chuckled as he followed his Mistress out the room and down multiple halls. Most would be confused when traveling around such a large mansion, but she had been living here her whole life so she knew the place as well as she knew the back of her hand.

She felt her butlers eyes prying in the back of her head and glanced back at him before looking up front of her again. "Is something bothering you, Yuma?" His reply was quick, smooth. "No M'Lady, nothing at all." She didn't believe his answer but didn't get the chance to pry as she had already made it to her father's study. She sighed and knocked before walking into her father's study, stopping just before his desk.

Yuma walked in as well but stayed near the door, closing it when the head of the mansion made a gesture. Her father held out an envelope to her. (Y/n) looked at her father confused. "What is this?" She questioned taking the envelope gingerly from her father's hand.

Emmit Carter smiled at his daughter. "Read it and you shall see." He said simply. (Y/n) took out a paper from the already opened envelope. She gave her father a look before reading.

Earl Emmit Carter,

I would be delighted if you and your daughter made an appearance at the ball I will be hosting on August 21st, at 8:00 p.m

Ciel Phantomhive~

That's it? Just a simple invitation to a ball. She looked up at her father who was smiling. "Father-" She was cut short of what she was going to say by the man she had been addressing. "We will go to this ball and you will keep an eye out for a future husband." He narrowed his eyes at his daughter. The happiness in his face gone and replaced with seriousness. "Do I make myself clear?" She held back a growl that was clawing to get out of her throat.

"Crystal." She managed out. She gave her father a forced smile and dropped the envelope and paper on his desk turning away. "Oh, and another thing," She stopped, for she had been making her way to the door which was now being held open by Yuma. She turned to look at her father from over her shoulder.

"By your seventeenth birthday I expect for you to have a fiance, if not I will choose one for you. Your dismissed."

Rage filled her body as she walked out of her father's study. Yuma closed the door and silently followed his Mistress.

Her seventeenth birthday? That was six months away. In moments like this was when her hatred towards her father showed.

She could never love a monster like him...