Mid-Summer's Nightmare
It was dinner when the thunder came. During that time, Alfred jumped at every boom that echoed throughout the empty two-story house their parents had left not two hours ago. Arthur didn't notice till the end of dinner that Alfred had bent his spoon.
"Do you want some ice cream before we go to bed?" Arthur called as he started to dry the dishes.
"Oh, yes please!" Alfred rushed to Arthur and hugged him from the behind, temporarily forgetting about the thunder. "Artie, do you need help?"
"Okay, here's a dish you can dry," Arthur chuckled at Alfred; he is so adorable.
Smiling, Alfred did as he was told, as reward he got his ice cream.
After desert, Alfred slowly drawled his shower to twenty minutes and took his time attempting to tame his little cowlick that always stuck up.
"Come on, poppet, we need to go to bed," Arthur called as Alfred changed into a pair of cowboy pajamas.
"Okay… but I'm not tired…" Alfred was afraid; he didn't want to go to his room, for all the monsters and ghosts Arthur teased him about were surely going to be there, for earlier in the day Arthur said they came for short children (like him) during stormy nights.
"You afraid, luv?"
"No! Why would I be scared? The heroes in the stories Pa told me about ain't scared of anything, and Pa said I am whatever I wanna be, and I wanna be a hero, so I can't be scared!" Alfred lisped, crossing his arms in defiance.
Arthur laughed as he picked Alfred up by the waist, turning him upside down, causing Alfred to protest as they made their way upstairs, to Alfred's room.
Alfred's room had a huge dark blue ceiling, with glow-in-the-dark stars forming the constellations. He had two whole shelves dedicated to his favorite super heroes; his most favorite one (Captain America) standing in front, holding his shield with pride. Another shelve held the many pictures of Arthur and their mum's birthplace, England.
His bed was neatly made, with all his big stuffed animals (from a big whale to his 'real' alien friend, Tony) splayed around his bed, covering its blue sheets.
Arthur dumped Alfred on his big bed, Alfred's complaint of not being tired long dead. 'Besides,' Alfred thought, 'At least there's no thunder…"
"Okay, go to bed, and if you need anything I'm going to be practicing my guitar in the basement," Arthur called to Alfred as he left Al's room, going to the basement.
Alfred went to sleep, dreaming sweet nothings 'till he awoke at about an hour later, to the sound of thunder. He went to sleep, though he had a troubling nightmare…
Alfred awoke to a mumbling, soft and deep. Getting out of bed, Alfred followed the voice to the basement, where he opened the door, and darkness swallowed him.
Screaming, Alfred struggled to get out of the grip of darkness, until Darkness turned into the demon Arthur doodled during breakfast, it's grey claws digging into Alfred as he grew limp with fear.
The mumbling grew louder, and as it did, Darkness swore and let go of Alfred, running away on solid ground as Alfred dropped straight to the black ground, surrounded by black. After a while, Alfred be began to notice a figure coming towards him, mumbling,
"Expergiscere, expergiscere, expergiscere, EXPERGISCERE!"•
BBBBOOOOOMMMMMMM! CRACK! Something snapped in the middle of the night, waking Alfred, and causing him to rush over to Arthur's room. Arthur heard the rustling of Alfred's covers, and rolled over in time to see Alfred standing at the door, his eyes puffed up from crying. Alfred rushed to Arthur, hugging him tightly, crying on his shoulder.
"I'm scared, can you tell me a story, like you used to?" Alfred asked after he calmed down.
"Okay, just let me think of one…"
"Once upon a time, there was a man. This man was the most handsome the land, with dark wavy brown hair, and piercing emerald eyes that shined when he smiled, something he seemed to do a lot. This man was the most chivalrous knight in all of Galicia, as well as a favorite of the king.
"The king was a good king to his people, though he himself had a great personal sorrow. His eldest grand-daughter, next in line for the throne, was…"
Arthur continued his story, describing the beautiful village, and it's very strange, but beautiful, people. Before Alfred's eyes closed, he concluded the story, editing out the true ending, (which isn't a very good one for the knight,) and saying,
"And they lived happily ever after,
THE
END."
•Latin-Wake up
A/N
This story is a rewrite of my first story, Alfred's Nightmare
This is a story that I also wrote for an English assignment. So yeah... Adios :)