A/N/ Italics means it was said in a different language!
Madeline is Fem!Canada!
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The night was the usual silence, Vlad tossing and turning in his bed every now and then. Nearing five am, he awoke, blinking his eyes open in the dark. He of course was still tired, glancing at the alarm clock on his night stand, groaning to himself as he nestled down to get more sleep.
He passed his gaze over the empty spot on the bed by him. It'd been empty for awhile. The last time he actually had someone in his bed was... well, he couldn't remember. He was pretty sure it was his sisters when they were kids.
He tensed up at thoughts of his family, quickly tearing his eyes from the bed and to the ceiling. He didn't enjoy thinking about his family. They all used to live in a big house, but due to fighting, they disbanded to different countries.
He closed his eyes once more, furrowing his brows as he tried to fall asleep again. A good ten minutes passed until he gave up, groaning lightly as he blinked his tired eyes open. Slipping from the bed, he got his scarf on and a large sweater before trotting off.
Arriving into the kitchen, he flicked on the lights and headed to the kettle. He filled it with water before putting it on the burner, glancing around the room. The kitchen light illuminated some of the hall and living room, the an eerie sense creeping up his spine.
He couldn't help but feel like he was missing something... He glanced about again, checking himself and checking the kettle he just put on the stove, frowning lightly as he couldn't find the source.
Every muscle in his body tensed as he heard a loud thump in the other room, eyes widening. He stepped to the kitchen light and flicked it off, heading to the drawer. He rested his hand on the drawer's handle before freezing once more.
He stood quietly for a moment, listening for foot steps or noises. Upon hearing a frantic gasp, he snatched a long knife from the bottom drawer and turned quickly towards the living room.
His foot steps were soft, which was surprising for a man Vlad's size. He kept quiet as he peeked into the living room; The coffee table was turned over, a figure siting on the floor beside it, the lack of light in the room making it hard to decipher who they were but Vlad didn't take the time to inspect them. Now wasn't the time.
Whoever they were stood quickly, backing away from the table. They backed straight into Vlad, who could now get some information from the late-night visitor, who he could tell was female from the large height difference and the messy hair in a bun.
The cold, sharp metal was at her neck in seconds, pressing softly but dangerously into the flesh of her neck, a strangled gasp of fright coming from her as she froze in place.
"It is not kind to rob at such an hour, yes? Should I show you out or let the police find you in a ditch tomorrow?" His voice was deep and sweet, but the dripping venom that filled it to the brim made her quake with fear. Her voice got caught in her throat and she gabbed like a fish, little noises coming but no words.
"I see, come," He muttered, taking an arm around her and pressing her to his own chest roughly, looking like a hug but the strength and weapon made it all too hard to believe it was anything like a loving touch. The lady was dragged to the kitchen where she was shoved into the counter, lights flicking on.
The girl had tasseled hair that seemed to used to be in a bun but the ribbon holding it all together had snapped, making it a big overflow of long hair that went down to her hips. She wore a simple maids outfit with a pendant around her neck, very familiar to Vlad.
Her face was horror stricken, eyes darting about the room and shudders running up and down her spine. She was a bit dirty looking and a bruise was already forming on her upper arm from tripping over the coffee table.
Vlad stared at her for a moment, grip loosening on the knife. He furrowed his brows and took a moment to try and figure out what the hell he was looking at, recognizing the features resembling the doll very,very much, even down to the freckles in the right place.
"...What are you doing in my house?" He demanded soon enough, the woman looking petrified as she tried to speak, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"I..I-I..I don't k-know how I-I got here," She stammered, her voice so shaky that it was almost like a foreign language, clutching at her dress with her arms in a sort of self hug. Vlad narrowed his gaze on the frightened girl, growing less cautious but more confused and annoyed.
"I-I just.. what..I.." she seemed to overload with panic, soon covering her face with her hands.
"I-I'm sorry! I woke up on the floor and tried to get up, but your box thing scared me when it made noises! I was supposed to be in the King's dungeons hours ago! Please I j-"
"King's dungeons? Box thing? Calm yourself, what the hell are you even talking about?" Vlad butted in, making the girl flinch and press against the counter she had been shoved against, looking about for a place to run.
She gabbed a little more, hands back to clutching her dress, soon the girl unable to reply as she broke down, covering her face and sobbing. Vlad stared somewhat blankly, unsure of what to do now. She heavily resembled the doll that had been on the shelf, but yet again she could be some psycho bursting into his house and stirring up a sob fest to get away with it.
He soon heavily sighed, setting his weapon down on the counter behind him. He reached out and took her by the shoulders, earning a flinch as she jerked away in fright. His grip was strong though as he turned her around and started to lead her along again.
"Dear god, at least try to calm down," Vlad muttered, leading her on into the living room, flicking on the lights there. The girl flinched and almost screamed, just covering her mouth and looking around as if she had just entered a room made of nails and broken glass.
"We are going to have a sit, alright? You are going to explain to me what is going on," His words were very sloppy and accented, seeing as he was exhausted and dazed. She followed along, shoulders shaking, Vlad sitting her down on one side of the couch while he sat on the other.
The man took a quick look over the room. The shelf in which the doll had sat was a bit cracked, the doll missing and a few other things pushed off the shelf. The coffee table was indeed tipped over, showing someone had fallen over it.
Vlad was still confused. There was no possible way that that doll could have just turned into a human, but, to his confusion, that's what all the clues lead to. He soon returned his gaze to the girl next to him.
"Show me your right calve," He instructed, the girl flinching but his tone left no room for argument. She hesitantly did as told, bringing up her dress to her knee and rolling down the silk sock down to her ankle.
Marking the pale skin was the faintest of words,'Madeline', there in the same place and the same smooth writing that had been on the porcelain doll. It looked tattooed, but not under the skin, as if it were apart of the pale layer on her calve. He narrowed his eyes on her and looked her over once more.
"... you have got to be kidding me," He grunted, putting his hands on his temples, leaving the girl very confused, looking over what was left on her skin in shock. Vlad on the other hand wasn't too shocked, more or less 'why do I have to deal with this shit this early?'. Going against his strong will to just kick the girl out and go to bed, he went on with a bit of conversation.
"What year is it?" Vlad asked, seeing as she had said King's dungeon before and was apparently a doll styled from the Victorian era. She shied down in her spot, rolling her sock back up.
"eight-teen fifty..?" She replied,voice wavering and stammering still but she had calmed down some, Vlad noting this in his mind.
"You are mistaken, it is not eight-teen fifty. We are in two thousand and fourteen," Vlad informed, the girl growing shocked and looking about.
"W-what?! h-how..?" She gasped. She looked clueless, still frightened as she looked at the stuff around the room, particularly the TV and the home phone, as well as a the things fallen on the floor.
"Calm down, calm down. I do not know how you came from the past, but blubbering and getting scared won't do anything. There is nothing in the room that can harm you," hushed Vlad, still wishing for sleep.
"I am Vlad. This is my home, what is your name?" He asked, deciding to go with a simpler topic. The girl kept her eyes to him though she did look about the room from the corners of her eyes.
"I-I'm Madeline," Sheepishly replied the girl, who glanced to the side now as she tried to do as told and not freak out. Vlad knew that was the answer, but couldn't help but sigh.
This was going to be a terribly long night.