Reply to Me (Alucard x Reader)

All my life I have lived normally. Nothing special but nothing worth belittling. I keep good grades and I was accepted into a rather good school. At home I live quite comfortably and have a good amount of personal space. I have a few friends, although we are not very close. I tend to float around. I like meeting new people. I find it interesting. To learn about places across the map and what makes them both different and the same.

It was about a week ago that I found a book in my room, laying on my bed. I figured that my parent's had gotten it for me but left it since they were away on business. I was expecting them home in two weeks time. Upon further inspection, the book was averaged sized, but leather bound and had very unusual paper. It was much thicker than I was expecting, and much to my surprise, it was nice to the touch. It was blank though, so my guess was that my parents thought I could use a new journal. I tend to go through those rather quickly. I enjoy writing down quick thoughts and such.

I didn't learn it was strange till today though. Having another journal currently in use, I hadn't touched my new one. Today I did and I was both terrified and overjoyed. Believe it or not my book wrote me back! The only down side really was that it was correcting my grammar. Grammar Nazi of a book it is.

During my 'English lesson' I found that my book had a name. It wouldn't tell me what it is though. What a shame. Oh well. I wasn't about to wallow on the conversation and it's path to nowhere. After having been corrected for the millionth time, I bid it farewell and headed off to bed.

"To my dearest Angel,
I am sorry if I have upset you, I truly had no intention to do so. I hope you forgive me for such rude behavior. Have pleasant dreams my dear.
Love,
Alucard"  

-Was sprawled in red ink, and waiting for my awakening.