[Chapter Limit - Complete] The Dimitrescus x FEMALE!Reader One-Shots

An Off Day

Pronouns: She/They

Most days were fine. I'd go about my day either reading or bothering a resident of the castle and would clean the rooms of my soon-to-be stepdaughters towards the end of the day. That was most days. That was not today.

Today when I woke up, everything just seemed wrong. Not the castle or its residents, but everything about myself felt wrong. I knew immediately it was going to be one of those days. But, seeing as how my fiancé and her daughters had never seen this side of me before, I decided to try my hardest to hide it.

I did my morning routine; Pepper my lover's face in kisses until she released me from her grasp, bathe with her, and help her get dressed before dressing myself and going to wake her daughters — finishing with heading downstairs to make breakfast. So far, they didn't seem to suspect anything was wrong. And for that, I was grateful.

But that all changed after breakfast. I was washing the dishes — since I didn't trust the new maids to do them just yet — when one of the maids came stumbling into the kitchen. When I glanced over, I let out a frustrated sigh at the sight of her tripping and sending the teacups in her arms flying. With every smash of a teacup, my horrible mood seemed to worsen and I'd even flinch a bit at the shattering sound, knowing the residents of the castle had heard it too.

As soon as the noise had stopped, something in me snapped. My hands balled into fists as I stalked over to her, a disappointed sigh passing my lips. 'You've been here for months, you should know better.'

"Honestly, can any of you maids do anything right?!" I seethed, forcing her to stand on her feet.

"I-It wa-was an a-accident, I sw-swear..." She stammered, earning a dry laugh from me.

"Do you know what happens to maids that cause accidents?!" I growled, pinning her against the wall — my arm pressing against her throat. "They get attacked. Or they get sent to the cellar. Sometimes both."

The moment I grabbed a knife from the dishes I had just cleaned, the door to the kitchen flew open and all three sisters stared at the scene in confusion. Bela was the one to pull me off of the maid — Daniela taking the knife before I could lash out at any of them — while Cassandra dragged the maid out of the kitchen.

"[Y/N]...?" Bela whispered nervously, turning me to face her. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine." My voice cracked as I pushed away from her, quickly leaving the room despite the two vampires calling out for me.

Instead of going to my and Alcina's shared room, I found myself a spare room and locked myself in it, sitting in a far corner and bringing my knees to my chest. As soon as I was settled, the tears started flowing down my cheeks. Buzzing quickly grew close to the door before a light knock was heard, making me take a few deep breaths to try to compose myself. I didn't want them to see me crying — it would break them.

"Not now," I called, cringing when my voice cracked yet again.

"Do you... want us to get mother?" Daniela's concerned voice called out, my heart swelling slightly at how worried they were for me.