Bloody Love (Vampire!England x Reader x Vampire!America)

Intruder | 4

I woke up to a window being smashed out. I shot up out of bed and ran to my bathroom, not knowing what it was, not caring what it was. I didn't want to know. I locked my bathroom door and sank down to the floor, scooting away from the door. I could hear footsteps in my room. I quickly looked around and grabbed a bag I travel with, stuffing random clothes I found on the floor into it. They were dirty, but I couldn't worry about that now. They'll have to do. I quickly changed out of my pajamas and into something half decent, though the clothes were slightly wet from my shower from the night before. I scrambled for my phone, only now thinking to call the police, only to realize that I didn't have it. I gulped silently as the footsteps got closer. I waited for them to go away, but they just got closer. I held my breath, but let it out in shock when I heard a voice. A familiar voice.
"Forgetting something?" They asked. They knocked my phone against the door, laughing. I didn't say anything. I didn't dare to. I sat breathless on the cold tile floor and thought as quickly as I could. I weighed my options, but I only found one. Open the door and get that phone. I sat and worked up the courage as the cold tile started to make me go numb. I took a deep breath and, in my bout of sudden courage and adrenaline, unlocked the door, swung it open, and kicked as hard as I could. I hit something. A thud. I opened it more and quickly grabbed it out of whoever's hand. They were now on the floor. Against my better judgement, I stalled for a moment to see who it was. My ex. It was my ex! What the hell is he doing here?! I quickly slammed the door shut, however, he caught my hand before I could get it closed. I yelped in pain yet again. He was gripping it hard and pressing all my fingers together, and of course it had to be the hand I sprained one of the fingers on. I didn't have time to pull up the number pad in my struggle. I tapped the first number I could see, though I didn't catch whose it was. I dropped the phone in my struggle to free my hand from him.
"Why are you here?!" I finally squeaked out in my panic. The grip tightened on my hand and I yelped again.
"Who was it?!" He yelled.
"Wh-What?!" I yelled back, almost in tears. He gripped tighter. I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Who was here?!" He screamed.
"None of your business, asshat!" I yelled back, voice cracking with every tear that escaped my eyes. Tighter. I screamed, half in pain, half in desperation. "LET ME GO!"
All of the sudden, I heard my front door burst open. I feel another hand graze mine, and suddenly, the grip on my hand was gone. I heard yelps of pain and more glass breaking, but I couldn't care. I laid down on the floor, in a ball, clutching at my hand and crying. I couldn't think straight. All I could do was cry. Suddenly, there was someone at my side. I wanted to move away, but somehow I knew it wasn't my ex. I didn't know who it was, but I knew it wasn't him. All I could do was sob. I felt a hand run through my hair and dry some of my tears, however, it was no use, as fresh ones quickly replaced them. It was Alfred. He picked me up gently and held me until I calmed down just enough to see him. I couldn't muster any words, but I could finally see him. Oh, what a comforting sight. He kept wiping my tears and rubbing my back, mumbling comforting nothings to me. Soon enough, I could finally speak, albeit barely. My voice was hoarse and cracked every word, but he didn't seem to mind.
"A-Alf." I stuttered, starting to sob again. He shushed me, telling me it's alright. He went on, something about the window and about going back to sleep, but I shook my head.
"C-Can I, please, please Alf, can I-I just stay at yours? P-Please, I don't feel safe here, Al!" I shouted, though it was more like a mumble, as I just couldn't speak the volume. He sighed, keeping silent for a moment. He looked into my reddened eyes and upon my tearburnt face, sighing again.
"Of course you can.. C'mon." He picked me up, grabbing my bag as he carried me out to his truck. He set me in the seat gently and tucked my bag away into the floorboard. I was so tired, but after what happened tonight, I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I would be almost gone, then jolt awake. Every time it happened, I would cry more, and Alfred would put his hand on my knee, making sure I know he is still there. The ride was silent other than the sound of the motor and my quiet crying. We kept driving and driving, he seemed to live so far away. Soon, we pulled onto a forest road. It was made of gravel and had no roads off of it leading to other places. Just one, windy, bumpy road. Alfred reached over and turned the radio on, it was already on a country music station. I looked over at him and raised a brow, wiping my eyes. He looked at me and laughed a little, looking back at the road. Soon enough, he started singing loudly to the radio, making me laugh every time he would sing in the wrong key or sing the wrong line. Soon, we pulled into a large gravel driveway, the only thing this road lead to. I looked up and couldn't believe what I saw.