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

A Carnival of Horrors (Conclusion)

Alcina's eyes shot open when your scream rudely awakened her. There was zero hesitancy in how she swung herself out of bed with fluidity and stood up, half alert and wiping the sleep from her eyelids. It took her mind a moment to register what you were saying. Rapidly blinking, she went to open her mouth but couldn't get her question in before you made a mad dash out of the bedroom, yelling something about dialing 911. She shook herself out of her slumber and quickly grabbed her robe that was hanging over the bedpost.

Wrapping it around her, she rushed after you and heard how your feet trampled down the stairs. "Y/N! What is going on?!" She turned around upon hearing her daughter's door fling open.

"What's all the commotion? What's Mom doing?" Bela shouted, visibly distressed and then waking her other sisters. Alcina wondered the same thing as she did.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, your stomach clenched upon noticing the shards of glass scattered all over the living room carpet. It was an utter mess. That deluded clown had thrown a cinder block through the window, which was now lying near the coffee table. What was worse was that he had even gone to the effort to paint it up like his pants: blue and red like the American flag, yet patterned as squiggly lines rather than stripes. On the other side of the brick, there was a poorly drawn ink-black smiley face. One eye was covered in red splotches of paint, making it appear as if it had been gouged out.

Looking at all the glass and being markedly cautious to not step on any of it, you set the block down and slammed your body up against the front door. You checked the lock and secured it again. You weren't certain if he was on the other side of it or if he was crouched by the shattered window. It dawned on you that if he wanted, he could crawl through it rather easily since it was at ground level. That was not something you'd be prepared for. What would he do to you and your family? Could you and Alcina protect the girls in this vulnerable state?

Alcina found you in a frozen stance against the door. It was almost as if she had to peel you off it just to get you to talk to her. She gently shook you out of your stupefied trance. "What's happening? Are you okay?"

"Did you call the police?" you muttered, your voice quavered with fright. Glancing past her, you shouted at your daughters to stop halfway down the stairs. "Girls! No! Stay up there, don't come down here!"

"Y'all, tell me what's going on!" Cassandra demanded, leaning over the railing to see what on earth was happening.

Daniela gasped and threw her hand up to her mouth as she pointed at the carpet. "The window! Look at all the glass!"

"Girls, my phone is on our nightstand. Dial 911 ― now. Afterwards, you'll lock yourselves in your rooms until we call for you," Alcina ordered.

"But who just broke our window?" Bela questioned out loud. "Is it that clown from the carnival or someone else?"

"Nope! Nope! Anything but that!" Daniela shrieked and scurried up, horrified by the idea of having a clown breaking into her home. How much she despised those jesters.

Alcina merely pointed her finger upwards and was in no mood to answer any questions. "Up, now."

Cassandra let out a dramatic sigh and complained about not being treated like an adult as she dragged her feet after her oldest sister. Alcina peered into the living room. A thunderous and dark look crossed her face as she regarded the broken glass and how a chilly breeze was blowing through the opening.

"Did you see who did this?"

You hung your head in a despondent manner. "No, I just heard the glass shattering from our bedroom. But I know it's that clown because I saw his balloon floating right outside our window. It's the same one he was holding, I am certain of it."