Dead By Daylight [OneShots]

The Dark Lord X (OC) Reader X Alucard (P1)

As someone who grew up with Castlevania, a big Nerd, Fangirling over Ayami Kojima, I'm here to celebrate the 60K reads with this. Lots of Hugs and Smooches to all of you, my fellow esteemed writers and beloved readers.

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"I don't do anything; it doesn't like it. I'm on a ride-or-die bus like a banged-up bitch and it punishes me like crazy. Double the trouble, I mean! Either way it's a shitty bloodbath. So, tell me, what does this pussy actually want?!"

Meg was in a pissy mood, and the worst part of it that there was truly none to blame. By the time she exited the shack, we knew she was going to drag her sorry butt back to the campfire, and lie down somewhere in a dark corner, like a glum kitten.

And maybe, if mother nature isn't too hard on her, we thought, she would be spared from a trial.

However, it had dawned upon us soon that things weren't looking down either. They were aiming straight for the hell.

She clutched her pants, bloodied and sweaty, other one onto her abdomen as she paused to take a breath, slouching towards the adjacent building to grab her supplies. Claudette slumped down at her sight, feeling awfully terrible for the redhead.

She didn't decide for this, nor do any of us. It would just hit her in times, reminding us of our breathing bodies the running of time.

"So...another month has passed away, I guess." Nea mumbled to herself, preparing her cot.

"And I hope the next time it does, it's me as well." Meg grumbled, "What did I do to piss Mama Nature eh? Heh, she ain't got no balls, they say. Guess what ya nimrods! I hope I did actually get 'em. Would rather shrivel up at the breeze of air tickling my nuts rather than bleeding down my vagina every month! And they say girls ain't got it!"

Her face was flushed red, trying to scurry past the ladies who gave her sorry look. It was strange. To some it seemed that time didn't follow the amendments of Earthly constituency. Its relativity was lost in Entity's realm, forcibly bending to its will to corrupt the divine order. Men older than our known were stuck in their current body. Neither growing, nor stagnant. They were rather in a stage of gradual decline. The body was wearing out from stress rather than age, or perhaps its essence was eroding under the influence of sluttish forces of Entity.

And then there was Meg, and other women like us, proving them wrong from time-to-time, or dare I say; month-from-month.

Inside, Meg could be heard scoffing, and occasionally, sobbing. I followed her no later after that, finding her crouched beside the chest, holding her abdomen and struggling from the nauseating effects taking over. Earlier she was heard retching, and I could tell by the pallor spreading over her glistening sweaty forehead that she had no other choice from emptying her stomach to gain some relief.

Her athleticism was however providing her with balance, her taut muscles taking the brunt of discomfort and pain.

"Give me your clothes." I stated calmly, "You change and lie down. It's getting breezy outside, I'll bring you something sweet."

Teary eyed, she turned to face me. I felt a prang of guilt bother me, but then I was no God to take hold of nature and punish it for something that was meant to make sense.

"If someone ever called me a pussy again, you know what? I'll take wear it as an emblem of honor. Staple it to my chest, next time." She muttered, as she stripped out of her bloodied pants and stumbled to me to shove it into my arms, her legs greasy from sweating and blood that had seeped through the wet fabric. A scowl appeared on her face at the sight of herself, "Gross..."