Abel Nightroad x Male! Reader Part Two

    After tripping a few times on our way to the inn, Abel brings me inside their small room and lets me have the second bed. Ion gets pretty upset about having me around; now I really feel like I’m intruding.

    “Don’t worry about it, Ion,” Abel begs the kid softly. “(y/n) is our friend. We can trust him.”

    “I’m not saying anything against (y/n)’s character. I’m just...reminding you that...we’ve been deceived before.” Ion looks down, as though he’s afraid that he might tell me something I shouldn’t know.

    “You don’t have to take me wherever you’re going,” I tell the two of them softly. “But...thank you for letting me stay here tonight.” I turn away from the two on my bed and shut my eyes. At least I have a warm bed tonight--today. Wait a minute. “I have a question,” I say as I turn back around. “I understand why I’m tired during the day--I was up all last night. But why do you two plan on sleeping through the day?”

    Ion stiffens a bit at my question. I had been having the slight suspicion lately that he isn't exactly human. I guess I was right. Ion is just like Grandpa Rome.

    “Well that’s a good question,” Abel tells me as he sends me a fake smile. “I almost have an answer for it.”

    “We intend to walk the train tracks east during the night when there will be fewer people to stop us,” Ion tells me. There’s a strange, condescending lilt in his tone that one wouldn’t normally find in a someone his age.

    “Oh…” I reply softly. “You intend to walk?”

    “It’s all we can do. Abel already spent all our money on food. We were lucky that I still had the means to pay for a night in this shabby inn.”

    Abel must be an airhead...kind of like Feli. My bubbly brother would do the exact same thing...wasting all our money on pasta. He’s such a peculiar man, this Abel Nightroad.



    All of the blinds are shut tight, so it seems like it’s night. I was nearing a peaceful slumber, but Abel’s constant fidgeting is rather disturbing. “Abel?” I call softly so as not to wake Ion up. “Abel, are you alright?”

    “Sorry for waking you up.” He sits up and looks up at me from his makeshift bed on the floor. “This is far less comfortable than it looks.”

    I sigh loudly and sit up. “Come here,” I mumble as I pat the empty spot next to me on the bed. “If you can’t sleep on the floor, share the bed with me.”

    Abel lets out a nervous laugh. “Won’t that be a bit awkward for us? It’s not that I’m not flattered or anything--but we’ve only just met.”

    “Ah! Pervert!” I hiss. “I was just giving you a place to sleep. It was nothing sexual!”

    “I’m sorry! I’m not a pervert, really!” Abel tells me as he waves his hands in front of his face. “Why would you offer something like that to me anyway?”

    I blush and look at the floor by my bed. “It’s not weird or anything,” I mumble. “I’m used to my brothers crawling into my bed in the middle of the night when they have nightmares or when there’s a thunderstorm. I’m just used to sharing my bed with someone…”

    “Well...when you put it that way, I can’t refuse, can I?” Abel tells me as he quickly crawls into the comforts of this bed with me. It’s not long after he gets comfortable within the blankets that Abel begins to snore rather loudly. I can ignore it. In all honestly: I’d much rather listen to normal snoring than the incessant “Ve~”s of Feliciano. I curl up close to Abel out of habit, listening to his steady heartbeat. The snoring suddenly ceases as Abel wraps his arms tightly around me, mumbling something about a woman named Lilith or something like that. I ignore his slurred statement and tangle my fingers in his long, silver locks before I finally fall asleep.



    “Are you sure you want to come with us?” Ion asks me as the three of us stare down the neverending line of train tracks under the moonlight.

    “I have nowhere else to go,” I tell him with a heavy sigh.

    “You don’t even know us.”

    “I know a few things,” I tell him. “I know that Abel is a kindhearted man. And I know that you’re a vampire.”

    The two people look at me, shocked that I could see through such a clever facade. But in the end, how would I not have noticed? I was raised by a vampire. Ion won’t allow himself to be touched by the sun. I saw the tablets he put in his wine back at the restaurant. He’s probably not as young as he looks--not with his demeanor. “Or do you prefer the term Methuselah? It doesn’t really matter to me.”

    “You don’t care?” Ion asks me.

    “Why would I?” I ask him in reply. “I don’t think you’d harm me.”

    “How did you figure it out?” Abel asks. He looks nervous--then again: he always looks nervous.

    “I don’t know,” I mumble. “I know a Methuselah when I see one.”

    Abel gets a happy look on his face as we continue down the train tracks. “Do we know how to pick friends or what? God really has blessed us.”

    “Abel,” I chastise gently like I would chastise Feliciano. “Watch your feet if you’re going to walk right on the tracks. You’re going to trip and--” I watch as Abel falls on his face. “...fall.”

    How does this man get anywhere?

    “How clumsy of me…” Abel murmurs as he gets back up. “Maybe I shouldn’t walk on the tracks…”

    “Maybe you shouldn’t,” I mumble in reply.

    The three of us continue to walk in the night in near silence. There’s the occasional meaningless prate that comes from Abel when he feels too uncomfortable in the silence. But that’s normally about nothing I’m interested in. Ion isn’t too interested either unless it’s about this sister-turned-princess named Esther. The two seem to like her a lot...they probably know her well. I wish I knew these two well.

   
    We don’t get to the next station until the sun nearly rises. My legs are on fire and I’m so thirsty that my tongue is almost completely dry. Abel’s stomach is growling nonstop. He’s not as tired as I am, so I have him carry me into the town as the sun rises.

    Abel carries me on his back to the next inn. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. I can feel the muscles in his broad back. They feel nice, comforting. “You don’t have to carry me like this,” I murmur hoarsely in his ear. “I can manage to get to the inn.”

    “It’s fine, (y/n),” he tells me. “You’re not that heavy.”

    “Well…” I add quietly as I bury my face in his silver hair. “I don’t want you to trip again and take me down with you.”

   Abel giggles nervously, his voice rising a bit in pitch. “That’s so cold. I would never let myself trip with you in my care.”

    “So...you have selective clumsiness?” I ask him quietly.

    “I...hehe...I don’t think it works like that,” he tells me.

    “Just making sure,” I mumble. Abel chuckles softly and carries me the rest of the way to the inn. “Hey Ion,” I ask softly as we approach the inn. “How do you manage to pay for a night in an inn but not for food?”

    “I guess I can tell you since you know what I am,” Ion mumbles as he takes a bracelet off. “I’m also an earl,” he mumbles. “So I have expensive jewelry that acts as currency to those willing to comply.”

    “You two are so strange,” I mumble.

    Abel chuckles a bit, making me shake as his shoulders do. “Yes, I suppose we’re both rather peculiar. But I think stranger people are more interesting.” He rocks from side to side as he says this, making me rock along with him.

    “You can put me down now, you know.”

    “Alright,” Abel replies as he lets me get down.

    The only thing I feel is a sharp pain in my legs from the entire night of walking. “I don’t know how you two do this,” I mumble as I lean against the check-in desk.
I feel a warm hand on my back and Abel’s face is soon in mine. “Well, we’ve been doing this a lot longer than you have. It only seems logical, doesn’t it?”

    ...Suspicious excuse, but a believable one. I sigh and wait in silence as we get a room for the day. Ion manages to get us a room with a couch--and complimentary breakfast. It’s nice having my own bed after such a grueling night. Although...I do miss the warmth that Abel provided me last night--day. It was yesterday...the day that everything changed for me.



    I push my extra muffin towards Abel quietly as I watch him eat. Does he have a stomach? Or it is just a black hole in there? “You’re going to get a stomach ache if you eat like that,” I mumble.

    “Hasn’t stopped him before,” Ion tells me as he rests his head on the table.

    “Oh, I have another question,” I whisper as quietly as I can. “What do you do about blood?”

    “Ah…” Ion starts.

    “I mean, I saw those little tablets you put in the wine in our restaurant. Is that all you need?”

    “Eh...yes, in a way.”

    “What happens when you run out?”

    “Well,” Abel says softly with a big smile. “We have you with us now.” He leans over the table to put his face in mine again. “But I suppose that would make you uncomfortable now wouldn’t it?”

    “What makes me uncomfortable is the lack of personal space right now,” I murmur as I avert my eyes from his crystal blue gaze.

    Abel leans back again, rubbing the back of his neck as he looks at the empty plates in front of him. “Sorry about that.”

    “It’s fine...just another one of your peculiar traits.” I smile and finish breakfast (it’s the first meal I’ve had in the past twenty-four hours) before I head back to bed to rest my sore legs.



    “I think we’ll be out of the Vatican’s territory in a few days,” Abel says softly as we watch the sun rise from the window of our small little room. “That’s when things are going to change.” He turns to me, smiling a fake smile. “We...we should find you place to stay before we go. Maybe a monastery would take you in.”

    “What?” I ask him in shock. “Abel…” I pat the spot on the bed (that we will be sharing) next to me for Abel to come and sit. He trips on his way over, but he manages to get across the room without waking Ion up. “I don’t want you to drop me off at some monastery like an orphan,” I mumble. Even though I am an orphan… “I know that you don’t trust me enough to let me know what’s going on...or who you’re searching for...but I want to stay with you.” The past few weeks that I have spent with Abel and Ion have been the best in a long time. I love to talk to the two--though Abel has many moments where he’s rather dimwitted, he has moments where his true self--his wise and ever loving self--comes out. And I love it when I get to see that side of him. “You don’t have to take me with you...I know that I’m mostly a burden. But...I’m happy when I get to be with you.”

   “(y/n)...you are a bright young man. I don’t want you wasting your life fighting my battles,” Abel admits quietly. “In all honesty, I think you be much happier without us.”

    “You’re very wrong, Abel,” I mumble as I get under the covers. “You’re irreplaceable.”

    “Thank you, (y/n). But I think you would be better off without me.”

    I move away from him a bit and rest my head on the pillow. Abel turns the light out and keeps his distance away from me as well. As much as I’ve come to love Abel, I wish that he would learn to like himself. He doesn’t want me to get close to him at all. And I don’t think it has anything to do with him not liking me. “You really are an idiot, Abel. I could never leave you now.”

    Abel lets out a chuckle. “I’m a little glad to hear that. It’s nice to know that someone wants to remain by my side.”

    “Why do you sound so sad when you say that?” I ask him quietly. I can’t look at him; I know the answer. Abel is keeping something to himself. Something he’s ashamed of.

    But he can cover it up so easily. Abel lets out a laugh and pats me on the back. “I guess I’m just surprised by myself is all.” We fall into silence and I can’t tell if it’s comfortable or awkward. Abel finally lets out a cough and makes me turn to face him. “I’ve been wondering for a while, (y/n). How could you tell that Ion was a vampire so quickly?”

    “Oh…” I mumble. “I guess I can tell you about it. We know each other well enough now. And you obviously have nothing against vampires…” I sigh and run my hand through my (h/c) hair. Abel looks so different right now. He looks interested and focused for once. It’s nerve wracking. “When my brother and I were younger--my brothers were babies, actually--a gang of vampires came into the vatican and decided to massacre innocent people. Both of our parents were killed by them. I was so sure at the time that all vampire were heartless monsters. But I was wrong. The man that took the three of us in and raised us as his own children was a vampire. And I guess he was a pretty good one. I had no idea for so long that he wasn’t human. I guess in some ways I’m just as oblivious as my brothers.”

    “If that why you left the vatican?” Abel asks me softly.

    “It wasn’t the fact that he’s vampire that drove me away. I know that Grandpa Rome is a good man,” I try to explain. “It was just that...he had lied to me for most of my life. I had to get away to clear my head. And well...I just never went back. I guess he knew that was going to happen, because he sent my brothers after me after a few years.”

    “So...you…”

    “I left because he had kept such a big secret from me. I trusted him for so long and...he was just lying to me.” I sigh and look away from Abel. “You...wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

    “I wish I didn’t have to,” Abel replies quietly. I hear him turn away from me.

    “Y-you’re not a vampire, are you?” I ask him softly.

    “No…” he mumbles. “I’m something much worse.”



    I wake up in the middle of the night after a nightmare of my brothers burning and dying in that fire. Luckily, I didn’t wake either of my companions up. I sigh and look at the dark ceiling. Some of the sunlight leaks through the blinds and lights up a broken line on the ceiling above Abel’s head. My gaze slowly falls from the light on the ceiling down to Abel’s sleeping face. He’s snoring softly, but even like this, he’s absolutely perfect.

    What is so terrible that he can’t confide in me? I don’t care if he’s human or Methuselah. He’s the kindest, most generous man I’ve ever met. His true smile is so bright it can light up an entire room. I’m nearly thankful that my restaurant burned down. I got to know such a great man. Abel Nightroad...I know that it’s wrong. He was a priest...and he’s a man just like I am. But he took me in with open arms--he’s carried me for many miles (literally). And I...I think I love him… I know that I don’t know him that well--he even admits to have a secret that is gruesome to even himself. But, as I look at his peaceful face in these shadows, sleeping, dreaming about something that I hope is pleasant, I can see how perfect this man really is.

    It’s stupid. I shouldn’t like him at all. He’s keeping secrets from me, just like Grandpa Rome. But...maybe it’s my own selfish fantasy, but I feel like he’s only keeping secrets for my own sake, not his. But it can’t really be that horrible…

    I run my fingers through his silver hair. I don’t know this man like I would like to. But I know where his heart lies. And I know that I love him. Even if it’s stupid.