Midnight- Walter Deville x Reader - Oneshot

The moon will sing

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The moon will sing a song for me; I loved you like the sun, Bore the shadows that you made
With no light of my own
I shine only with the light you gave me I shine only with the light you gave me

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Walter sipped at his glass of blood wine, his gaze boredly scanning the crowd of his followers before landing on his two wives. They were conversing with their families, Lucy bright-eyed as usual while Viktoria almost looked bored; she was always bored when there was no bloodshed.

Walter huffed slightly, checking his watch. It was nearly midnight. Nearly that time. He finished off his drink and handed it off to a butler, walking over to his wives and bidding them goodnight. Lucy did the same with a bright smile, taking his arm and squeezing it lightly before she was pulled off to the dance floor as the jazz band began to play, while Viktoria just nodded.

Every year, Walter would always excuse himself early, on this very day, right before midnight; be it at a party or a simple dinner between the three (once four). To do what? Viktoria didn't know, she was curious on what her husband of 500 years was doing but he was very closed off about-whatever he did.

But Walter took her nod as acceptance and turned, leaving the party with calculated steps, looking up to see the full moon, nearly gold in its shine as it rose higher in the sky. He checked his watch again. Five minutes. Just five minutes left.

As soon as he stepped into the manor, he practically broke into a sprint, not a soul seeing him as everyone, including the staff, was outside at the party. He rushed to his room, shoving open the dark wood door and locking it behind him as soon as it closed. Not a living being but him would be allowed in this room until the sun rose.

His shoulders dropped as he saw the first beam of moonlight ghosting across the floor of his room, slowly growing against the expanse of the floor. It's cold and blueish-gold gleam calmed him. He checked his watch. Two minutes.

Walter took a deep shuddering breath, one a human might take when fearful, or anxious. He shed his black suit jacket, threw it on his bed, and walked over to his glass pane balcony doors. He rolled up his sleeves before he pushed away the curtains and opened the doors, letting the moonlight fully into the room, its gentle beams caressing his face.

One minute.

Walter turned his back, walking a few feet away from the balcony doors and sitting down in the direct moonlight, closing his eyes as he faced the rising moon. He took a deep breath, letting his head fall between his shoulders; waiting for midnight to arrive.

30 seconds.

His heart felt alive again, beating harshly against his chest in anticipation.

12 seconds.

His mouth felt so dry, his hands shaking; he had waited a long year for this day, just as he had the last year, and the year before that, and the year before that.

5 seconds.

He had done this for nearly 1500 years, since before he became a creature of the night, an immortal being. And each year, it was the same thing.

Midnight.

The moonlight seemed to turn gold. Wind wisped into the room, soft footsteps suddenly walking towards him from the balcony. Walter kept his eyes closed, but his breathing picked up, his fingers twitching as the person got closer. Soft hands took his cheeks and he tilted into them, his chest falling in a long sigh.

"Hello, my dear" the person whispered, their voice like a breeze and the moon; their soft lips pressing against his forehead. "Right on time, just as always" they laughed gently, their thumbs pressing against the corners of Walter's eyes. "look at me my love, please"