[Oct. 5] [Original] Monsters Under the Bed

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Title: Monsters Under the Bed
Day/Theme: October 5: 3rd measurement in C
Series: Original (though based off the Valkyrie Profile world canonically, uh... that doesn't really play into anything here.)
Character/Pairing: Judas, Raeger
Rating: G
Summary: Five Things That Never Happened to Judas and Raeger V: Monsters Under The Bed: The supernatural are not, in fact, confined to the great outdoors.
A/N: My fic meme penance to myaru


If there was any place Judas least expected to find himself in the span of his unlife, it was underneath a bed in a orphanage dormitory, silently blessing the lack of a need to breathe as he tensely waited for the shuffling feet of the Mother Superior to edge away before he could make good his escape. He was also silently cursing whatever fancy of fortune had landed him in his current position.

Wasn't there something about a magical artifact? Some kind of a harp? Whatever it was, it clearly wasn't here in this derelict convent, so far removed from the city it had scudded halfway up a mountain and remained tilted ever since.

He listened. The open window he'd come through was shut tightly, muting the sound of the thunderstorm outside and, for the most part, blocking his only avenue of escape.

Damn.

He waited for the brisk rustling of the nun to move away, and then cautiously began to wriggle out from the cot, grateful that the beds all around the room were empty.

Something soft, fuzzy, and warm cracked him sharply across the back of his head, sending him sprawling facefirst into the dirt with a squawk.

"Hey!" he would've whirled to face his attacker if he hadn't been half-jammed underneath a bed he could barely fit under, and trying to spin now would mean a broken spine or worse. He did, however, manage to crane his head up to peer at what was on the bed, where the blow (more surprising than hurtful, naturally) had come from.

Judas was greeted by a tented mass of blankets that were shivering furiously.

"Hey," he said, softly, vaguely irritated. "Were you the one that just hit me?"

The blankets trembled. A tiny voice said, "I'm under the coverth, tho you can't eat me."

The vampire stared blankly.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Judas said, slowly. "So you can come out."

There was a short, snuffling noise.

And then the vampire was greeted with the most cockeyed, drooling overbite he had ever encountered in either of his lives.

"Oh my," Judas murmured, blinking. "Is that natural?"

The little girl gnawed on her lip anxiously, the dry and cracked skin a testament to the frequency of the habit. "Thithter Mawy Fwanthith thayth that byooty ith in the eyeth of the behowdew ."

"I'm sure she did. What's your name, then?"

The little girl looked at him gravely, drool-marked rabbit clutched even tighter, and then she conceded.

"Raeger."

"Alright, Raeger," Judas said quietly. "Do you know a way to get out of here?"

He was rewarded with a toothy, if slightly long-suffering smile. "'Courthe I do! Here, I'll thow you!" The girl seized ahold of his hand, apparently diregarding his chill, and proceeded to begin to haul him towards the doorway.

Somewhat bemused, the vampire followed.