The nightmare has a name (Alucard x reader)

24. His concern

A few days he said. By the time he returned, one month went by.

Most of the time, I was reading one book after another or played chess with myself. At that time, I never felt so alone. I should be lucky, that boredom hasn't killed me just now!

By that time, only one thing had happened that made me realize, what kind of a man the count was. It all started as one of the maids came into the chamber. "Miss, would you like to come to the yard? Someone is getting burned today!" the maid sounded happy, like it was absolutely normal to witness someone dying brutally. I didn't like the thought of that; unfortunately I couldn't restrain my own curiosity of who it might be. The maid kept it a secret; she only gave me the hint, that it was someone important...to the count.

I didn't like the sound of that!

"What are you waiting for, it will start any minute!" she said, heading to the back yard. I could see the place from the window. A massive crowd was standing before the pyre, screaming around for it to begin. I went there, slowly, watching from afar the scene. The maid and the other staff stood in the front row, yelling out with joy. The atmosphere was similar to a football game; the only difference was that the one, they cheer on, is kicking the bucket and not a ball.

It got louder as the person walked through the crowd. I couldn't believe my eyes, once she came into my sight. It was the count's wife! I looked at the counts butler, "What is the meaning of this? Why is she getting burned?" Unlike me, the butler doesn't seem to mind that, "It was the count's wish, as she refused a life in exile."

I shook my head violently, watching her getting led to the pyre. "You can't do that!" I yelled at the butler, who seems to ignore my worries. I looked back at the woman, "Stop this!" I screamed out loud. It didn't take long, till I received the crowd's attention. They yelled and insulted me for ruin their fun, throwing vegetable at me. Instead of blocking, I let them hit me deliberately, heading towards the woman. She was extremely thin and her skin was pale...she looked almost dead. As our eyes meet, I asked her, "Why didn't you go away, why did you pick this way?!" While she refused to say anything, the crowd behind me had gotten louder, now hitting and kicking me. But it was nothing compared to the woman before me.

Before I could look, she spat at me. "You are the true Witch... you should burn in hell!!!" she screamed out with her last strength.

At that she got hit by one of the guards, to silence her. Another two got me away from there, returning me back to my room. I didn't know the count's wife for long, but I couldn't see her die like this and struggled to get out of the guards grip.

"Let me go!!! She doesn't deserve this!!! Stop it!!!"

I didn't know what to think at the moment. Did the count really ordered his wife to get killed like this? Is he really that heartless? Will he do that to me, when the time comes? I have to ask him that!

Days have passed after the murder of his wife; I didn't sleep well after this. I could still hear her in my sleep, screaming in pain, cursing me to burn in hell. The fear of getting taken in the middle of the night was also a major problem. On top of that, I couldn't eat or drink either, feeling weak by every day that went by. I was about to lose all hope, as a voice screamed in the backyard.

"The count is back!!!! He won the war!!!!"

I didn't go to him to welcome him back, as I waited inside the room. I feared he would be angry with me that I didn't do that, once the door opened. To my surprise, he wasn't in the condition to start a fight. He was bleeding badly, drooping onto the bed. Normally I shouldn't help this monster out, but I couldn't help myself. I ripped his clothes apart, revealing his chest. He had several deep cuts and a piece of a blade stuck in his rib cage. I am surprised he could ride back with such a major injury.

I yelled at the butler to get me bandages, needle, thread and alcohol. The count was clenching his teeth together, as I sowed the cuts together. Next was the blade, for that I ordered him to put his cloak into his mouth. With one move I pulled it out, making him tense up, while he screamed into the cloth. I would never admit it, but that was satisfaction for me, to give him this pain he deserved. As of the alcohol...that was for me...as reward. Like I would give him some to ease the pain!

Once I finished, he fell asleep. I took the rest of his clothes off and pulled the sheets over him.

He smells horrible, of sweat, blood and other vile things. There was no way I would lay next to him now. Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed by his massive hand. The touch made me jump, turning my head towards him. "It's you" he said, breathing hard. "Yes. You shouldn't talk" I said, slightly pulling my wrist off from his grip. Instead of letting go, he holds it even tighter, making me wince.

"I love you"

"Eh?"

Was this meant to be a joke? Did he just say that?! I looked at him in disbelieve, "What did you just say?" He looked at me, pulling me closer to his body, "I love you."

I didn't understand, "Why?"

"I vowed to god, when I win this war, I will tell my angel how I feel."

"Why are you doing this?" I said, as tears rolled down my cheeks, "Why are you saying such a thing?" "Because..." he began, trying to get up "...I need you."

"You shouldn't move!"

"Then tell me now...how do you feel about me?" I didn't expect this question from him, as I tensed up. Do you love him? I hated him a minute ago, he let his wife get killed...can I love such a man for this?! He coughed, getting my attention.

"I am waiting N/A"

"I do...I...guess."

He got off the bed now, glaring at me, "You guess?!" It was obvious he expected a different answer from me. "I...I...don't know" I whimpered, feeling scared of him.

"Why, what you unsure?"

His voice turned softer suddenly, grabbing my shoulders lightly, "Tell me what bothers you."

"You...killed...your wife..."I began, wiping my tears away... you killed...the last mistress....why?" I watched him, as he parted from me, sitting on his bed, "The mistress...was a spy...she told the enemy about my plans to attack them a few days sooner as discussed. And as for my wife...she had an affair with an archenemy of mine. You see...the ones that were close to me...betrayed me in the end."

At this, he looked up, "Except you. You are the last one I trust in this place...I hope you disappoint me." I looked to the floor, not sure of what to say to him.

I didn't have to!

He lifted my head up and kissed me passionately. I melted like butter in his arms, as my legs gave up on me. Unfortunately, there was one thing that didn't give up. I parted from him, making a face of disgust.

"What's the matter my dearest"

"Don't take it too personal but...you stink."