It was a dark and stormy night, the rain pounded against the window and the wind howled ominously. Trees bent and shook underneath the weight, branches cracking, leaves ripping with ease as they were carried off in the brutal weather.

Contrary to this, Dracula’s castle was much more quiet and peaceful. The only sounds being the soft humming of the lanterns and the rumpling of the sheets in a room. Muffled voices came from the closed door, speaking softly and calmly in the tranquil atmosphere.

You and Alucard were in bed together, having escaped the storm earlier from your food run in another town. You lied in the dhampir’s lap, his hands gently stroking your hair, his gaze soft as he looked down at you. The conversation was mindless, only to fill the silence, but he loved to hear your voice anyway.

He smiled down at you, although it was barely noticeable, his eyes crinkled slightly. “Your voice is nice.”