Spring Forward, Fall Back (Alucard x Chubby! Reader)

Chapter 61 - How Do I Hate Thee? Let Me Show You

Dracula P.O.V.

The pain that came with that simple introduction was not lost on me. I could almost feel it along with the shame she felt being in their presence. Now I fully understood what Trevor, Sypha and my son said about them being wholly unpleasant to be around. I already wanted to kill them and I've only known them two minutes.

"You're in a dress," the older of the two women said as if it were poison. "You look like your fat is holding up the front of it and your legs look like twin hams trussed for cooking." Luckily the music had begun again and people were milling about on the dance floor so they couldn't hear her venomous words. Y/N's ex and the bully from school stood by listening to her words. The ex  looked  like he enjoyed it too much, and the other one seemed to smirk with glee.

"I think I look pretty damn good like this," Y/N responded. "I don't really care what you think anymore because nothing you say doesn't come with a hint of poison. Meanwhile I've got five people here who say otherwise."

"As if they have any taste," the younger of the women said with a nasally voice. "The blonde you say is your boyfriend is obviously blind, the brunette is a bore, the woman with the short hair is a fucking moron and these two must be weak in the brain and a bit feeble to think you're worth a shit."

"Excuse me," Adrian said angrily, "it would do you well to not insult my parents like that. It could get you slapped."

"Your parents?" the male asked with an air of superiority. "You mean to tell me that you have introduced this tubby bitch to your parents? What kind of idiot are you?" As soon as the last word passed his lips, a fist struck him in the jaw causing him to take two steps back. Y/N moved closer to him while shaking her hand. I could already see a slight bruise forming around her reddened knuckles, but I couldn't see that pain making it to her face. Instead, I saw raw anger.

"Look, you fucking piece of shit. You can sit here until doomsday making fun of me and my weight, but don't you DARE take a crack at his parents! You don't have the right to do that shit and I will make sure the next words you say against them will be rewarded with another punch. You got me?" The male looked angry while holding onto his jaw but said nothing back.

"How dare you hit him!" the blonde with the long hair screeched. My God! This woman's voice was grating on my ears!

"You lay one more hand on him and I swear I'll -"

"You'll what? Get Mom to say something to me? Stomp your foot? Throw a fit? Take a swing at me? Bring it, bitch! I have had it with you guys and your constant cut downs, shitty remarks and treating those around me like your personal servants and verbal punching bags. So go for it. I dare you." Y/N stood proudly in front of these people and made sure they knew she would stand her ground.

"Y/N L/N," the older woman called for her attention. "I do not know what the hell has gotten into you, but I don't appreciate you hitting anyone. You have no right to stand there and threaten anyone and I will not have it. You will listen to me!"

"No, Mother, I won't," Y/N said back. "You want to stand here in a public place and belittle me, cow me and make me do whatever you say because you don't have anyone else to make feel bad and make yourself feel good. I'm sorry, but I'm done with that bullshit. I'm done being the convenient punching bag. Done with your cut downs. Done with all the other shit you keep trying to pull on me just because you feel that I'm not feeling badly enough about myself. So no. I'm not listening to you again."

"Eric," the male of the trio harped, "do something about your woman! Don't you know how to keep this ugly dump truck under control? What kind of man are you?" Yet another punch to the jaw.