ALUCARD X READER CHAPTER 3

“Green finch, Linnet Bird, Nightingale. Black Bird teach me how to sing~” you sang softly to yourself as you wandered through a beautiful garden. The trees were dark green with nearly black wood. The branches looked to be pulled down by something far to heavy for them to support with a cascade of purple blue and pink flowers that gently tickled the ground, making the long grass beneath you squirm after each gust of wind. You trailed your hand along of the branches, placing a delicate flower to your nose. The flower was beautiful, but it's scent was anything but. The urge to vomit was nearly unstoppable, but you somehow managed.

     A large puff of black smoke is what jolted you out of your lovely day dream. There seemed to be a pile of burning bread in the near by baker. Your long gown touched the paved ground occasionally, but never let your feet show. 'To let something even was simple as your ankle show for more than a few seconds would damage your reputation!' You scoffed. Your mother had told you that on your tenth birthday. “You are a lady now. Act like it.” Your mother beside you chasted.

“Are you even listening to me ______?” Your mother stopped in her tracks, looking at you expectantly.
“Mother, are you insinuating that I, of all people, would choose to ignore your words of charity and wisdom? I could laugh at the thought!” you put on your best smile as you took her arm in yours and continued down the bustling town streets. You didn't live in a city, just a town. A town that usually wasn't this busy but because of the war, many people were forced to evacuate to safer locations, your home being the farthest town from any city was a prime spot.

“You were day dreaming weren't you? If it's about a man then I don't mind it as long as-”
“Oh mother, I have told you once and I will tell you a hundred times over. No man shall ever govern me. I simply will not allow it.” You sighed tiredly. Your mothers grip tightened.

“You musn't say such things. You are twenty one now dearest, you need to actually start looking for a man to take care of you.”
“Yes a man to take care of me, make decisions for me, do things with out me, show me off as a prize won in a back street auction. Oh, and I get to take care of the children. Jolly good time, wouldn't you agree?”
“Yes I would.” Your mother freed her arm and stood in front of you. “I'm being serious.”

“Could have fooled me.”
“Don't you dare use such tone of voice with me!”
“Sorry mother.” you muttered angrily.
You both had stopped just outside of your mothers favorite shop. You were here to pick up a delivery, some new bread or something. You weren't really listening the entire time, such feminine things disinterested you. Your mother told you to stay put, while she went inside to pick up her package.

You were leaning up against a wall watching the horse drawn carriages with a child like fascination. The street you were on had a rather steep incline to it that lead to a flat clearing. This street was considered to be a rather dangerous one, and you were about to find out why.

A rather large wagon was being pulled up the steep street, pulling barrels, creates and many other things. The horse was panting tiredly, a small trickle of drool hung from it's large lips. You felt bad for the poor thing, how could they be so heartless to such an old animal?

Suddenly the horse collapsed and the cart started slipping backwards. The driver jumped off and tried to pull the ropes off the horse before the carts weight killed it, the other man took up the back and started pushing. You didn't have time to think.

You ran across the street as fast as you could and took hold next to one of the men pushing the cart. The man looked confused but you focused on pushing and pushed as hard as you could, but it was pointless. The cart was slipping and gaining speed as it went. You knew that if this cart were to get loose it would seriously hurt someone, you had to stop it. The man next to you it seems could care less.

“L-leave it! It's too heavy!” He took a few steps away from the cart and left you struggling by yourself.
You couldn't speak, you were pushing as hard as you could. You couldn't give up, you just couldn't. The large wooden wheel rolled onto your dress, effectively pinning you. You had no where to go. If you didn't stop this wagon you would be run over, and even worse someone else might get hurt.

You heard the town around you panicking, the women were screaming for men to assist, while the men were preparing for the inevitable down fall of the cart. You let out a frustrated scream and pushed again. This time the cart seemed to stop or at the very least slow. The weight was nearly unbearable. Never before had you realized how weak a human was until this moment.

“_______!!! What are you doing?! Move! Before you get hurt!!” you mother screeched at you hysterically. You couldn't see her but you could picture her perfectly.

The cart slipped further onto you and you knew there was nothing left. You tried to pass a last glance to your mom but you couldn't find the strength.

“Don't stop pushing!” A man with midnight black hair called out to you. Slamming his entire body forcefully against the back of the cart. He must have been strong because the cart jolted forward. He grunted and groaned as he pushed the cart with all his strength, the large wooden wheel finally came off of your dress and allowed you to move. You and your mysterious savior were able to hold the cart still enough for some men to place large wooden planks behind the wheels to prevent it from slipping down the street again.

Exhausted you fell to the floor, but not before the man caught you.

“Miss? Can you see me?” the voice was a dark brooding baritone riddled through with worry. You weren't able to get a good look at him before, but now that you had you were stuck.

“Handsome.” you whispered.
“Thanks.” he panted out a chuckle. “You're really strong.”
“Danm right.” You panted back. His grin broadened and your heart fluttered giddily in your chest.

“DARLING?” your mother rushed to your side and you gave her a what-could-possibly-want-now face. Your mother leaned in close and whispered in your ear.

“This man is the PRINCE.” what. W-what? WHAT?


“HUH?” you shot straight up, effectively head butting the prince in the process. You both slapped your hand over your forehead then quickly altered your approach and tried to press your hand to his forehead, he did the same. You both stood frozen holding each others foreheads in chocked silence for the longest time.

You stifled a giggle, earning a small breathy laugh from him, which escalated into a chortle and raged into a hearty laugh that you could not stop.

He took your arm and helped you rise.
“What is your name, my lovely?”
“_-_____” You blushed at his nickname.
“_______. Beautiful.”
He took your hand and brought it delicately to his lips, skimming his lips briefly against the back of your hand.
“My name is Sir. Vladimir Tepes.”

Just as he said that he was called by an older gentleman.
“Vladimir!” An aged man with gray hair galloped up the road on a beautiful white horse, an obvious sign of wealth. “What are you doing with these...commoners.” The malicious intent was undeniable.

“Father, I know who I wish to marry.”
“Oh? So you agree! Splendid! I shall send my fastest rider with the news right away!”
“No Father, I do not choose any of the brides you selected for me. I wish to marry-” he grabbed your arm and pulled you in front of him gently. “________.”

Before his father could react you flicked to mans arm off.

“Hey, pretty boy, just because you saved me does NOT mean that im just going to jump on the 'I-wanna-marry-a-prince-for-money' train. NO WAY am I going to marry you. We just met, I don't even consider you a friend, let alone a husband.”

Your mothers jaw could have literally hit the floor. Everyone involved seems a bit shocked. But hey, you were tough to get.

The older man began to laugh heartily. A tear escaped his eye after a few moments of continuous laughter.

After calming down the elder man turned his horse away. “If you can win her, you have my blessings!” He called cheerily as he strode away.

“Sir. Vla-”
“Please, my darling, do not use any special titles when approaching me.”
“Vladimir?”
“hmm. Better, but still not what I consider as common.”
“Vlad?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks for saving me.”
He turned toward you and smiled.
“Thank you for needing to be saved.”