Good Night, My Love [Child!Alucard x Child!Reader]

(www.youtube.com/watch?v=8RjWHy… Please listen while you read!)

“Vlad, look! Do you see them?”

“Hm? What is it? What do you see?”

He watches you. Your eyes become dark pools of translucence, reflecting the light of the glittering stars. The delicate sickles beneath them transform them into vast oceans that extend beyond the heaven’s realms. The small opening in the ceiling of your prison cell provides only a preview of what you longed to see most:

The outside world, a place you could run free and wild with no chains to break and rub raw your porcelain skin.

He sees that desire glinting even as you fade. It is a light that refuses to diminish even when Death waits for you to take his hand.

But, selfish thoughts overwhelm him. His only companion are you, his little guardian that stands at his side, even when your legs are beaten and cut, trembling beneath you. You hold each other at night when sleep evades you. You tell each other stories of distant lands and adventures to distract each other from the fear and terror of the coming days.

Who would he have now?

Slowly, your eyes begin to quiver, weighted down by sleep and fatigue. His heart races. His little fingers fill the spaces between your own, and he draws closer.

“Tell me. What do you see?” he asks again.

“Hm,” you manage to gather enough strength to flutter your lids open once more. “I see the stars dancing. See how they twinkle? It’s like they’re dancing. Maybe they’re having a ball of some kind,” a breathy laugh escapes your lips. “I bet they’re waiting to greet us up there, Vlad. Don’t you want to dance among the stars?”

Even with his ebony hair framing his pale face in shadows, his smile is plain to see.

“Yes, and one day, we will,” he presses his cheek against your own and pulls you as close to himself as he can. He won’t let you go. He can’t let you go.

But, alas, life is something no man can control. Your body, defeated and exhausted, can no longer bear the torture of your merciless captors.

You sigh deeply once more as if giving up what remains of your soul. “If one of us goes before the other, we have to save a dance for them, okay?”

Tears crystalize within his caverns of blue. “Yes, I promise.”

“I promise too, Vlad,” you say as you slightly turn to him,  enveloping yourself in his warmth.

But, you no longer possess the heat of the living. Your body grows limp like the body of a doll. Your scratched and scarred skin is cold against his.

Death is now leading you to that dance among the heavens where you would await him.

Horrible mixtures of rage and disappointment clutch his broken heart. Tears cascade down his face like a waterfall. He curses them. He curses his captors. He vows one day to slaughter those who dared lay their finger on you, who dared to use you like their plaything. A new hatred is born, one that would drive him to become something he never thought he could.

A monster.

But, for now, he strokes your silky locks, holding you tight, grieving for your departure.

Yet, he still sees you. He sees you twirling among that silvery light, laughing, dancing, waiting for him.

And he knows you will.

Even if he would forever remain tied to this world.

With a low hum, he whispers against your frigid ear,

“Good night, my love.”