You recognized the look it was how you often looked when you saw someone else eating. Perhaps what was even more unbelievable was the way he seemed almost gaunt, hungry looking even. He was tall and had very dark hair that illuminated when the moon shined on him, his skin was so pale it seemed as though the man was the very embodiment of the moon. His piercing red eyes caught your attention through the tears, and it was then you saw him at the window. At first you had not noticed him, and you simply curled up in your worn out blanket and cried silently.

Your cheek dripped with fresh blood and there were many bruises on your arms and legs. You had seen the man as well, it was one particular night that your father had sent you to bed after a beating was when the tall man made his appearance at your window. “It’s because of your impure thoughts and idleness that the devil has sent his minions to us!” she would shriek, and you would timidly cover your ears and shrink away into the corner where they seemed to grow exponentially, voices becoming higher and higher until you could hardly hear or feel the blows which they delivered anymore. Your mother’s shrill voice would follow after. “Why must you sin so often?” your father would bellow. Though many tried to remedy this with blessings and heavy curtains, it did nothing to deter their nighttime visitor. Then the children of the town began to complain that a tall man with eyes red as the Devil’s watched them from outside their windows as they lay to sleep. Of course your parents were convinced it was all because of your idle nature and lashed out at you so frequently that for a time you were afraid to even sleep for fear of being idle. The minister of your small village preached long, arduous sermons about the sins of the fathers and demons of hell coming in the rapture to collect the souls of the dammed. The Widow Ashe had been missing for almost a week now and though hunting parties were sent out many times to search for her nothing was ever found.

It was the year you turned twelve and the leaves were falling that the tall man came, as though a Godsend.Įveryone was talking witchcraft in the village.

Alucard x reader