The nightmare has a name (Alucard x reader)

25. The special one

I enjoyed the time, I had with the count.

We hardly part from one another, unless he had to burn a few more 'traitors', as he calls them. Since the day of his wife's death, I couldn't watch it anymore. Instead, I went to the stables, taking care of the count's horse...a black mustang. Thankfully he gives me space to do what I want to do, but only as long as I return to him later on.

At the stables was only one man working at the time. He was in his mid 40s and not a looker to say at east. On the other hand, his character was friendly and caring. He was always around when I got here, handing me a bunch of carrots for the mustang. "Only the best for the master's horse" he smiling, showing his last few teeth he had. But somehow, I wasn't feeling well, being around him alone. Sometimes, he comes too close to me and holds my shoulder without permission. His breath had a combination of rotten flesh and alcohol; thankfully he was almost sober around me.

"Missy...you are pretty, you know that don't you?" I lost count on how many times he said that by now and nodded bored. "Are you still...untouched?" I hate it when someone asked me that, like it was such a big deal. I looked at him and glared, "Don't you dare ask me that ever again!!!"

He backed away and began to fondle with his fingers, "Pardon me my lady, but... we all are curious you know." I knew what he meant by 'we', and crossed my arms against my chest, "If they want a rumor...fine! Tell them that it is none of their business! Otherwise, it will become the count's business and you don't want to know what he will do to you when he finds out."

"Maybe he doesn't have to" he said, taking the whip of the wall and headed towards me. "I can do it just as good as the count" he moved the whip, till it went around my neck, almost choking me where I stand. The next, he pulled me towards him, only to shove my body into an empty stable. "Don't!" I screamed, while he tied a rope around my neck, preventing me to run away. "I promise you, I will be gentle" he hummed into my ear, licking my cheek.

I screamed, tired to push him of him, but nothing worked. He raised the skirt and ripped the underwear apart. I shouted even louder now. "Help me!!!"

Slap!!!!

He gave me a massive hook, shutting me up. I was halfway unconscious, only able to see the man in a blurry sight, unable to move anymore. Before I closed my eyes, the head of the man, had disappeared, like it was erased by the very minute. Another shadow leaned over me, calling my name, until darkness surrounded me.

I woke up with a headache...inside my bed. Next to me slept the count silently, holding me against him. I got off him and went to the bathroom, taking a good look at myself. I had red eyes from the tears, a dark red cheek and dirt all over me. I couldn't believe he laid me next to him, in such a condition. I smelled just like him, like the day he had returned. Since the count was sleeping, I took the time to have a bath...a nice hot bath.

I lost track of time, as I returned to him in a nightgown. He was still in bed, but sat in it, reading a book. "There you are, how is your cheek?" I told him it was fine, while he gestured me to come back to bed. I walked slowly, remembering the situation in the stable. Did he really try to rape me? This man that I thought was a nice guy? Will he try it again? Will other men try it? I shivered at the thought and began to whimper. "What is it my dear?" asked the count, looking concerned. By the time I reached him, he sat at the end of the bed. I pulled his legs apart, standing before him. My hands grabbed the end of the dress and raised the nightgown over my head, now leaving me in the nude, in front of the count.

"What are you doing?" he asked rather surprised.

Tears streamed down my face, as I leaned over to kiss him passionately. He didn't resist and let me have my way, pushing him onto the bed, with me climbing on top. He enjoyed it, until my hands traveled towards his pants.

"Stop!" he demanded, pushing me off him.

"Isn't that what you want?!!!" I screamed, now crying out loud. "What is the matter with you?!" he yelled back at me, throwing the bed sheet over me. "Please...please...have me" I begged. The count was speechless at my actions and backed away. I crawled over, "please...take me."

"Will you stop this?!!!" this time, his yelling was terrifying.

He never used this tone on me. The last time I heard him talk like that, was with his wife. I flinched at the sound and stopped crawling, "I...want you...only you to..." I couldn't finish it.

"All in good times dearest. There is no rush."

"You might be able to wait..." I sobbed, "...but other men wont."

"Is that the reason you behave this way?" he asked, getting a nod in response.

He knew now why I was asking him for this. He kneeled before me, holding my chin up, "The guy is no longer around to hurt you." I told him that there might be others and I don't want my first time with a stranger. The count shook his head, "Forgive me...but I can't. Not the way you are now."

He gave me a small kiss on the lips before leaving the room, he looked back at me on more time though, "Good night dearest."

It was a long time, since I had to sleep on my own. I had hoped for him to come back, but...

...He didn't return that night!