The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

The Secret of the Forest (Conclusion)

Awakening to the smell of coffee, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Still reclined on the sofa, your head was resting on a pillow and a blanket covered you. The water from the percolator was boiling and when you shifted, you found Alcina seated on the floor with her laptop in her lap. Her face appeared engrossed in what she was reading.

"Honey?" She turned her head at the sound of your voice.

"Hey, you." Setting her laptop aside, she came to sit beside you. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know about feeling okay, but I am better now that I'm out of that basement. Thanks for coming to get me."

Alcina's face fell. "I shouldn't have left your side in the first place. But I went back down there and fixed the fuse box. We shouldn't be having any issues with it–at least for a while."

"What were you reading over there?"

"A very interesting article," Alcina replied. "I heard the same thing you did last night. I don't know what to think of it, but I did some digging, and came across one story about the family, or more like a couple that used to live in that house."

"What did you learn?"

"Mainly, that the man and his wife were considered suspects in the disappearance of an 8-year-old boy. Unfortunately, they provided little information apart from that. From what I read, it seems like the couple fled, and they never could find them, or the boy."

A headache was coming on. "You don't think that missing boy from that article is the one we're dealing with now, do you?"

"It's highly improbable, but not entirely impossible. After last night, I'm leaning more toward the possibility of us dealing with this nameless apparition."

"What makes you say that?"

Alcina bit her lip, her body grew tense. "Do you remember the front door slamming shut? When I checked it, it was locked. Yet on the floor, there were puddles of melted snow beyond the doormat. I noticed a trail of wet footprints. The footprints of a small child."

Your face blanched at her words. "We're dealing with a ghost child? Oh, hell no! We can't stay here!"

"I agree, we can't. But there's not much we can do about it now. I called the lodge to cancel the rest of our trip and intended to have our bags packed this morning, but the main roads are closed because of the snowstorm. We're snowed in, so we couldn't even leave until Friday."

"That's only three days away. Things can't possibly get any worse. Besides, we could start a movie marathon to pass the time, or we could just play games or read."

"If it's any of your horror movie marathons, then the answer is no. You've seen too many of those." She trailed her slender finger up your leg, drawing small circles on your inner thigh. "However, there is a particular marathon we could start."

You recognized that glint of mischief in her eyes. "Alcina Dimitrescu, get your head out of the gutter. We are not having a sex marathon, either."

"Aww, what a pity," she purred, resting her head in your lap. "I could fill in your free time and keep us very warm."

You only laughed at her silliness and raked your fingers through her curly hair. "Well, I did have one idea."