Slender, Indeed

You had not slept peacefully for days, and as entertaining as it was to watch you leap some 50 meters whenever his fingers ghosted over you, Alucard was beginning to worry.

Worry. Him. Alucard.

You were definitely putting a tear in his character description.

He cornered you one evening. Phased through the wall of your bedroom, and winced at the high-pitched squeal that bled from your lips. How badly he wanted to shake you, but Integra would have his ear if he broke your neck with his enthusiasm.

“What the bloody hell is your problem?” growled the beast, fingers buried in your arms. He stared you down until you opened your eyes, and if you were not a doe trapped in headlights …

Your mouth trembled and the words that leaped from them literally caused the atypical Count to deadpan.

“Y-you’re Slender Man!"