He's everywhere [Yandere! England x reader] PART 2

He's everywhere [Yandere! England x reader] PART 2
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Your head was pounding like drums and your heart was acting so restless as you laid there with your half-lidded eyes on the ceiling. Taking them off that area, you gazed around the room that you were unconscious in. It was a rather elegant bedroom, decorated with nicely placed European inspired furniture that was scattered around the space. You moved your arms to prop yourself up for a better view to realize what you had been resting on, not that you were surprised in the least. 

Still dressed in your pajamas from yesterday, you were currently laying on a large king-sized bed. You wondered to yourself how on earth you landed up here, in this unfamiliar room and definitely unfamiliar house. Your head ached as you tried searching your brain for answers, only managing to scratch the surface but that was more than enough. Your heart suddenly sank to the pit of your stomach as you recalled the reason for your stinging eyes. Shortly after that moment, you were taking out your garbage when suddenly you were attacked by a mystery person. You brought your hand up to your face and you rubbed your nose, creating some friction to give off a smell, a sickeningly sweet one. 

"... Chloroform," you grumbled, staring hard into your fingers. 

You traveled your gaze down to the soft silky sheets that your legs were resting on, the fabric gliding over them as you slid them off to the side. You planted them on the ground and proceeded to investigate around your surroundings, none of the objects making sense to you and what you knew as to be home. You wouldn't even count it as a possible location of a potential friend's place. The people that you were familiar with were definitely not so sophisticated, the design and furbishing gave off too much of an uptight and posh aura. 

Not that anyone of them would kidnap you of course. At least they weren't your friend anymore.

Your legs were weak like jelly, but you were still able to use them to carry yourself to the window sill. The bright glare of the early morning sun caused your rusted eyes heavy discomfort, so you tore them away from the sky to stare down at the road and neighborhood below. You pressed yourself against the invisible framed glass and rested your chest on the window sill, only to stare outside with a strange sensation of peace. 

You didn't recognize your surroundings, which included the quiet little street outside. Having grown up in the city for your whole life including working there, you've never really been around visiting such tranquil areas in the country. That lead to yourself pondering on who the house belonged to, who is most likely to be whoever who took you. Slow footsteps thudded against the wooden floor outside your door, followed by a strong, warm waft of fragrant tea to seep in through the drafts under it. As if someone was fumbling with the doorknob outside, it twiddled awkwardly before it twisted fully to reveal the shadow behind. 

You turned your body and flickered your eyes over to the direction of the noise, only to drop everything in your hands if you even had anything. A pair of striking emerald eyes were staring back into yours behind a haze of arising steam that sourced from hot tea cups below, the familiarity of his appearance striking a chord within you. His short, choppy light blonde hair framed a slender yet pale face. Must you not forget, the infamous and nearly iconic pair of thick brows that could only leave him to be a Kirkland. 

"A-Arthur?" you stuttered, your lips not believing what it had been used for. 

Arthur Kirkland. 

Stepping cautiously towards him, you were half freaking out and half enticed by the steaming cups of tea he held on an intricate metal plate. His lips stretched into a warm smile that anybody would admit to fawning over and hummed. 

"That's me, love. How did you sleep?" he replied, to where you nodded slowly yet hesitantly to. 

"I slept well..." you said. Then glancing around you once more, you asked a question that had been itching you for a while. "I-is this your house?" 

His hands still held up the tray as he nodded. "Yes it is. Do you like it? I clean very often," 

"Yes, I do." your lips twitched into a smile. This conversation was rather casual, but the context of it threw everything off. "Uh, how did I get here?" 

He paused, then set down the tray in his hands on a nearby set of drawers on his right. Your gaze followed his movements as he did so, focused on the antique-like cups. There were two of them. Seems like it was for you, and the other for himself. Did he live by himself?

He returned his eye contact with you and he tensed up, his light, lime irises flashing a darker green for a second. "I brought you here." 

You furrowed your brows together and some blurred images and sounds flashed into your mind. It was a night filled with tears and screaming. You recalled the burning sensation of your poor face as you continued to sob for hours, but they were no match for the sweet scent of a chemical that was so strong that it stung in your nose, outmatching the pain of crying by far. Like an everlasting cycle of pain both physical and emotional, you were grieving and fearing for your life at the same time.

You shook your head to the side briefly and scoffed with your mouth agape. "What do you mean?" 

"I brought you here." he repeated. "Don't you remember last night?"

You stood paralyzed to the spot, not at the fact that you were kidnapped and drugged, no. You were just shocked that a person like Arthur would do something like that. It was heart wrenching and the least to be expected from an apparent gentlemen like he. As you stood there, dwelling in your thoughts and memories, you didn't realize that he had gone off to the door again, only to lock it shut and return back to you swiftly. 

Arthur Kirkland, the short-tempered Brit from your workplace. A trusted, hard-working colleague that you called a friend. Sometimes, you both engaged in light conversations, exchanging smiles and several laughs. You just couldn't figure out why he would do this. 

You widened your eyes and felt fear course through every bit of your body. "You... Kidnapped me?" you whispered. "But why?" 

He stepped towards you and wrapped two arms around your waist, but you weren't in the mind state to push him off of you. Glancing into your irises with a strange gaze that glinted in lust, he leaned into your neck and breathed you in like he was intoxicated with you. "Sorry dear, but what has to be done has to be done. I call it protection with special circumstances." he breathed, looming his taller self over you. "I wouldn't let someone steal you off now, would I?" 

You felt his hands creep up your back, his fingertips grazing almost teasingly against your skin sending goosebumps to prick all over your body. 

"This isn't very gentlemanly for me to do so, acting so selfish," he continued, feeling his nose tickle your neck and shoulders. "But if it's you, I can put up with it." 

Ripping yourself away from him, you stumbled a few steps back while keeping an intense glare at him. "Get away from me!" you screamed, falling back onto your bed as you hit the mattress with the back of your thighs. "Why are you even doing this?" He merely let out a chuckle and watched you scramble away from him, then shifting on the mattress to the very back against the wall. Slowly, he bent his knees to place them over the bed and joined you, the bed dipping in the process. You could only watch him with a pounding heart as he climbed closer and closer to you at a tantalizingly slow pace like a jaguar while you pressed your back firmly against the corner. 

He was so close that all you could see around you was just him. Once he was at a close enough proximity that you grew uncomfortable, you defended yourself by shoving him away. That was no use and he gave you a shrewd smile, only to do it again, again and again. Your arms were now sore, burning in flames as you reduced those forceful pushes to pounding and punches against his chest. Instead of slapping you like you thought he would, he covered you with his body and brought you to his chest. That did stop you from punching him, but you grew rather startled as he enveloped you tightly. 

"It's rather simple, actually." he replied, his mouth looming over your neck. His cold fingertips connected with your chin as he brought your face up to his. Your blood ran cold as you witnessed his gleaming emerald eyes, they were holding so much love, burning with lust and even with a touch of sadness. The hot breaths that exited his nose and fanned all over you sent chills down your spine. "I love you dearly, surely you won't question that?" 

"Of course I would!" you exclaimed. "What I'm also questioning is your sanity, Arthur!" you exclaimed, tossing your head away from his. 

His eyebrows twitched as he narrowed your eyes at you. 

"My sanity? I'm sorry but you're the reason why I'm like this," he quickly replied before attaching his mouth to yours. Your heart skipped a beat and you screamed against his mouth, coming out as muffles as he molded them together. His arms were still snaked around your waist, and you were still pushing against him as strong as you could. 

He suddenly clamped down his teeth on your lips to draw out blood, forcing you to release them from holding them together. They were pressed together tightly, but now you couldn't as that would squeeze out more blood than you wanted. 

His tongue lapped up what he could get out of you, letting your sweet taste roll around his tongue. He savored every last bit of it, your exquisite flavor drawing him in like the moon drawing on the waves. Arthur captivated his glowing eyes with yours, shining like a precious gem under light. He licked his lips once more and eyed you up and down, sinking in every inch of your skin. 

As you stood there with disgust in extreme discomfort, you glared darkly at him, but the feeling was somewhat a memory. You feel like you've felt it somewhere before, but just not exactly where. That was because you've gotten used to it. 

"What is your problem?" you whispered.

"My problem is why you and I aren't together yet. But now, we are and we won't be apart ever again." he replied through a lovesick voice. You were absolutely baffled by the gibberish he was speaking. You two were just friends, and you've never made a move or had a boyfriend. He's never brought up the concept of romance, nor did you view him as a love interest. What got him so troubled that it turned his mind upside down to come up with such nonsense? 

You shook your head at him weakly and huffed. "I don't know what you mean. I see you all the time, and we talk. At work, s-sometimes." 

"Rarely!" he suddenly rose his voice, shutting you up. Something triggered inside him, and he exploded. Utter hate and fury oozed out of his presence despite not saying anything. A few moments later, he let out a long sigh. "It's always him. It's never me," he continued. "That repulsive creature, that stupid frog." 

"Frog?"

If you weren't bawling out your eyes out of fear, you might've already pin pointed who he was talking about. It was as if your mind had shut off, refusing to believe in the sour flavor in your mouth and the churning of your stomach. 

"What frog?" you asked softly. 

He cocked his brow. "You don't know? It's Francis, that bloody man you always talk to." he seethed, his name rolling off his tongue in a vulgar manner. "But he doesn't worry no more, especially now that he's sleeping forever in his grave." 

"How could you say such a thing?" you gasped, feeling tears well up in your eyes. This was just like yesterday, except worse. You had managed to cross paths with someone you never should have, a heartless monster. You fluttered your eyelids, blinking away the tears. You couldn't cry in front of him, you couldn't. It is crucial that you don't let others see that they get to you... As quoted by him. 

"Love," he chuckled. "Of course I can say that. I was the last one to see him anyway." 

You scrunched the soft fabric of his shirt and wished that you were strong enough to rip it, tear that expensive piece of cloth that clothed this demon. As much as you held it it, even biting your tongue hard enough to draw blood, you still couldn't contain yourself and burst into tears. For the first time you've ever heard, the villain trampled over the good. Taking the life of the innocent, he won you over with force. He made the dark proud and he turned the sweet, romantic gestures of kissing and hugging to lust and greed. 

Catching you in a daze as you sniffled into his chest that he brought you into, he continued to press kisses down your neck as you sobbed for mercy. 

"... Finally... I'm holding onto what I've been wanting for so long," he breathed, planting a kiss on your temple. "I'm never going to let you go,"

He gazed into your stinging, blood shot eyes with a loving gaze. You disliked returning his eye contact, after all it gave you unpleasant vibes. It reminded you awfully about your fears, worries and paranoia that you experienced throughout the day, whether it be the moon or sun ruling the sky.

The feeling of being watched.

The feeling of being followed. 

You had come to know that you would never be able to shake off the feeling. 

Nothing could help. After all, he is everywhere.