The Real Eve | Diabolik Lovers (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12: Bad dream

( 300 years ago )

It was 9 pm at night. I had an awful nightmare when I fell asleep just after 7 pm, but I annoyingly couldn't remember the nightmare at all. I rubbed my wet and puffy eyes sadly as I walked weakly to my fathers chambers. Luckily, father was here for the week so he could spend more time with us. But when he left, he'd be gone for ages.
I made a sad sobbing noise when I stood right in front of fathers large bedroom door.

Knocking on it three times, I waited in silence while rubbing my nose. It took about 10 seconds for father to open the door in a flash, looking down to see me crying.
He almost immediately crouched down to my level to cup my face.
Father was in a white cotten vest and his pyjama bottoms, looking quite tired as he looked at me.

"Princess, what's wrong?" He said in a smooth yet worried voice. I breathed heavily and tried to calm down my breathing, but it ended up with me wailing loudly.

"I ha-had a nightmare..." I sniffed, using both of my small and chubby hands to wipe my wet, red eyes. Father looked at me in sympathy, rubbing my trailing tears off with his thumb before giving me a sweet and comforting smile.
"Oh princess, do you want to stay here for the night?" He asked, his eyebrows raising In a generous way. I nodded vigorously, using one of my hands to grip his hand tightly. Father got up from his spot and lifted me up by the waist, resting me on his hip and letting my head rest on his broad shoulder. As soon as my head touched his shoulder, my eyes started to close but I was still awake.
My father had rocked me from side to side on his arms and hushed my sobs with a warm hum. I sniffed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.
"It's okay, princess, daddy's here" he whispered, kissing the top of my head before walking over to his bed.
Father had already been in his bed, but it looked like he was actually resting for once instead of thinking too much.
Father had rested my small body on the left side of his large bed before walking over to the other side to lay next to me. I positioned myself on my left hip and cupped my hands in front of my face. I soon felt fathers weight add onto the bed, his large arm wrapping around my frail body and pulling me close to his chest.
I rubbed the excess tears away from my eyes and looked up into my fathers gold and shiny eyes. He was staring down at me with a soft gaze, his hand tucking a piece of my short hair behind my ear in a calming way.
"d-daddy...?" I mumbled, holding his hand that was on my cheek tightly. He hummed in response and watched me cough.
"c-can I go with you? I don't like it here... it's scary" my high voice wavered and unintentionally upset my father.
"You can come with me when you're older, but for now, your place is here" he said in a regretful tone, but still managed to keep a smile on his face.
I sighed, looking down and closing my eyes to make the tears go back into my eyes. I rested my hands on fathers chest and started to doze off into a calm and peaceful sleep.

"Love you, princess"
"Love you too, daddy".

( present )

I gasped and perked up from my seat, seeing the empty classroom in front of me. I coughed and spluttered out things that had been trapping my voice in my throat. I groaned sadly, rubbing my thumping head as I closed my eyes and let tear drops fall onto the desk below me. A sniff echoed throughout the class as I rubbed my eyes.
Wet tears spread around my cheeks and eyes as I rubbed them to clear away any water that left my red and puffy eyes.
I was grateful that I wasn't teaching a class this lesson, because throughout the entire day, I've been stressed so much I ended up getting a headache.

I placed my hand on my head once more as my other hand was balancing my body onto the desk. Clearing my throat once more, I looked up from my desk and turned over to the door.
My lessons were done for the day, but I had to stay for an extra two hours so I could mark paperwork from students.
I leaned back and stood up straight, starting to walk over to the open door that led onto an isolated hall. My flat shoes tapped softly and silently on the concrete floor that was floored the entire building.
The more I walked, the less upset I was about I had dreamt of.