Brahms v. Intruder
There’s hardly a sound as the intruder enters the Heelshire estate. So very late at night that you hardly notice anything is off as you exit the kitchen, sleepily content after a little midnight snack. But then you spot him. The frame was large, but not large enough to be Brahms which gave you pause long enough for your eyes to adjust so you could notice the lack of curls atop his head and the entirely too clean attire consisting entirely of black.
The softest of gasps involuntarily escapes from you and as his head snaps up, you feel the panic swell in your chest and freeze up your vocal chords. The two of you stay perfectly statuesque, eyes locked, for only moments, but the racing fears in your mind make it feel like an eternity before he bolts forward. You inhale sharply, finally finding your voice to let loose a violent shriek that would set banshees to shame. That is, until it’s cut off by the intruder’s hand covering your mouth as he grabs you. It may have been a better idea to scream while running away, but all you can hope for now is that either the sound woke the man you had just tucked into bed a few hours earlier or he was already awake, hidden within the walls to watch you.
The pounding sound of movement behind the wallpaper fills you with the deepest relief as Brahms swiftly bursts out from one of his hidden wall entrances, heaving with absolute rage at the thought that this man might be trying to steal you away from here. In the moment of hesitation caused by slight fear and heavy confusion at the sight of a larger man in a porcelain mask, Brahms charges at the intruder. The other man has half a thought to use you as a shield of some sort, but you end up being practically thrown to the side so the two of them can tussle without restraint.
You’re quick to scramble backwards away from the pair, watching in alarm as Brahms shoves the stranger back roughly into the kitchen counter, clearly planning to use brute force to break him. He gets one arm pinned and a solid grip on the man’s face, but the unrestrained hand finds the kitchen knife that was left on the counter and despite a panicked shout of warning from you, Brahms is slashed across the chest. He doesn’t even stumble, using the grip on his opponent’s head to smash it back into the countertop over and over with all of his strength.
The most the thief could manage through the barrage was a few weak swings at the arm squeezing his face before finally, the knife tumbles out of his hand and clatters at his feet. Brahms doesn’t stop his assault and you notice the man has stopped moving entirely. From the growing size of the bloody mess covering the counter, you could easily surmise that he was now dead. It takes you a few more moments to push yourself up to stand again. It should be over now, but Brahms keeps going, huffing away with little shouts of anger and exertion.
“Brahms...” You’re cautious with approaching him in this state, but... it’s your Brahms. Surely, you could trust he wouldn’t turn that anger on you if you didn’t deserve it. “Brahms, it’s okay now. He’s dead- he’s gone. He can’t hurt us.” Your hand tentatively reaches out to his back and he stops, leaning over the counter now as his breaths start to slow. The shaking of his frame doesn’t, however, as he’s reminded of what was nearly stolen from him. Ignoring the fact that he’s completely covered in someone else’s blood and his own, he releases the corpse to let it fall to the floor and turns towards you to trap you in the tightest of grips against his bloody shirt.
He’s silent for a while and though you’re a bit shaken up at so much blood and the smell of it all, you cling to him just as tightly. It was a frightful experience for both of you and in an effort to acknowledge that, you speak up once more. “It’s okay... We’re okay now. You saved me, Brahms.” The reminder that you’re still here and safe and willingly with him seems to help ease the tension in his shoulders bit by bit until he’s finally ready to release you so you can tend to his injuries. It’ll take some time before things fall back into the usual rhythm, but until then, he can relax knowing that you are safe, you are here, and no one will ever take you away from him.
