The nightmare has a name (Alucard x reader)

20. Filfhy servant

The rest of the day, I had to clean the third floor entirely on my own. However, that doesn't mean I was alone up there. Once I got the hot water for the count and washed him, he ordered me to dress him. How old is that guy...four?! For that he has several servants specialized to dress him, but no, I had to do the dirty work! Unlike me, he finds it hilarious! To tease me, he unbuttons his shirt and his belt, which I had finished a minute ago. I lost count at five, on how many times I had to redo his clothes. He couldn't care less, that I was on a tight schedule to clean this place and on other chores at the kitchen. "No complaining?" he asked all of a sudden, smirking devilish.

"Is there a point?" was my reply, turning on my heel facing the door.

"Only one?" he began, coming closer, pressing me against the door. I was trapped in between, as he moved his lips toward my ear "Always wait for your permission to speak. It would be a shame to lose you, because of your loose mouth."

I tried as best to nod at him. In a matter of seconds, he got of me and disappeared out of the door. Not before shouting something at me, "Make sure the room is spotless, servant!"

"Yes, sir" I mumbled, starting my chore.

Hours later, I arrived at the kitchen, receiving a huge slap from one of the old ladies. The hit had such an impact; it threw me of my feet. "How dare you show up at this hour!!!!" her voice was rough and full of fury "For that you get no food tonight!" I sighted quietly; relieved it was a harmless punishment. Unfortunately, I didn't expect the other woman to barge in "She is good for nothing!!! She needs to get punished, that way, she will know here place!" It was no empty threat, as she ordered one of the other maids to fetch the horse whip.

Thankfully, the mistress of the count defended me; no one should be punished, until a serious crime occurred. Luckily, many servants are often late! Thank heavens for that!

However, the food issue did happen. My stomach was growling for it, so did my lips, in need to chew on something. But stealing in the castle is counted as a crime and I prefer not to be whipped. At night I woke up in need to find the toilet in the backyard. Through the corridor I went past the horse whip. I shuddered, as I felt the thickness between my hands. That will definitely leave scars all over me, I thought. Heading on, I reached the little box they call 'toilet', which I rather call the 'crap house'. It was a horrible smell, since they only clean it at the end of the week and all servants use this one shit hole. Once out of this thing, I had to vomit near a stable. It was too much for my stomach.

"You're still up at this hour, servant?" the sound made me jump, unfortunately slipping onto my own vomit, falling directly into a pile of horse apples. "My, my, no manners and filfthy. What shall I do with you?" he said, laughing slightly at my clumsiness. I felt bad, looking like that in front of the count. However, he pulled me up by an arm and ordered me to keep quiet. The next he was dragging me into his chamber...on the third floor. Once in I started to talk "Sir, please, I can't do this." I sounded like I was begging for my dear life. The count however, laughed at me "Silly girl, are you telling me you can't take a bath...on your own?" I bit my lip, embarrassed to have misunderstood the situation, replying fast "of course I can!"

The next thing I know was that I had to strip down and get into the same tub he was himself in earlier. He got me the hot water; god knows how he got it, poured it all over me. I was relieved, as he left the room...only to return...with a sponge, smirking evil "Now it's my turn."

If he hadn't covered my mouth, my screaming would have gone through the entire castle, waking everyone up in the process. He poured in some exotic oils into the tub and something, he used for my hair, combing it carefully.

After the bath, he lifted me up out of the tub and got me dry in a huge towel. His smile never faded, as my blush became darker. He even got me a nightgown to get into, taking his sweet time to dress me. I mean, come on, it's only one bloody peace!

Once done he escorted me to the servants chamber, kiss my hand tenderly "Good night..." he said, smelling my hair "...my flower scented servant."