Drabble. POV: Alucard’s familiars
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The fairy sisters sat on the lid of the wooden coffin. They were chatting, but they did so like twins do: hand gestures, facial expressions, and an occasional word or soft laugh. They were annoying.
“Would you shut up?” the irritable imp demanded. “You’re going to wake up the Master.”
“The Master is sound asleep,” answered the green dressed sister. “He won’t wake up.”
The imp crossed his little arms over his chest trying to look intimidating, but the fae sisters giggled softly in response.
“I’m going to kill you both,” he mumbled before sitting down on a lonely rock.
He knew, of course, he wouldn’t kill them. He also knew they were right. The Master was tired of going back and forth the castle killing monsters and recovering stronger weapons to defeat the Lord, so a few soft giggles wouldn’t wake him up, especially at noon.
He was worried, though. The Master seemed exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The weight of fighting the Lord was too heavy for him, wasn’t it?
No. If there was anyone who could accomplish the task, it was the Master. He was that strong and determined.
“Perhaps you should take a nap too,” suggested the blue dressed fairy.
“No. I will guard the Master’s sleep.”
“We are all guarding his sleep,” added the other sister. “You can take a few minutes”.
The imp looked around. Five bats, pitch black as the depths of hell, groomed themselves perched to the room’s ceiling. The skull shaped ghost patrolled near the entrance of the room.
He remembered the sword was inside the coffin with the Master.
“No way. You’re all looking after him, why would I let you all take the glory?”
The sisters giggled again and nodded. They understood well, he thought.
The Master had awakened all of them from their sleep. They owed him the new life they had, and they loved him for giving it to them.
For his sake, they were all working as hard as they could.
The imp floated from his rock to the door. He joined the lonely ghost.
Inside the coffin, the sleeping dhampir sighed with unease. Dreams of fire plagued his sleep, as always.
