Madeline walked up the stairs, and used the key to open the door to the attic, where her daughter Cruella was.
She was dressed as usual, in a black dress, and heels, her dark, brown curls hanging loose over her shoulders for once.
She came to bring her daughter breakfast, like she did every morning.
Once she entered the room, a gasp escaped her lips. She wasn't there. Cruella had gotten out again. And how she did it every time, Madeline didn't know. She doubt Cruella would ever tell.
Placing the breakfast on Cruella's desk, she practicality ran out, wanting to find her daughter. She just hoped no one had gotten hurt... that it wasn't too late already, like all the previous times.
As she got downstairs, Madeline heard a loud scream in the kitchen. She opened the door, gasping once she sas the sight.
" Cruella..." she said, with a shaky voice. " what have you done?"
The sight was horrible. One of the kitchen staff, laying on the ground, surounded by a pile of blood. And Cruella, holding a knife, that was covered in blood.
Like all these times, a hint of a smile was set on the brunettes daughter's lips. "I saw the way she looked at you... its her own fault. She should have known the obvious." The blonde said, as she put down the knife.
" t-the obvious? What is that?" Madeline asked, confused, as she stepped out of the room, tears forming in her eyes.
The blonde smirked at that, and closed the door, knowing mummy doesn't like the blood as much as she did. "that you are /mine/, mummy. And no one should look at you that way, but me."
A tear dropped down the brunette's cheek. Not this again. The same excuse Cruella had for /everyone/ she murdered.
Once Cruella saw the tear drop, her smile widened even more, as she brought her hand up to wipe the tear away. "Its okay mummy... I'll be good..."
Her hands found her mothers waist, as Cruella stepped closer. "Take me back to the attic?"
Madeline nodded, as she took one of Cruella's hands, and brought her upstairs, back to the attic. Once she closed the door, the brunette started realizing what had just happened. Cruella had killed an innocent yet again.
"How could you do that?" The anger was clearly in the brunette's voice, as she stepped closer to the blonde. "Killing someone again, just for looking at /me/ the wrong way?"
The blonde smirked once Madeline stepped closer. "As i told you before, you're /mine/..." Her hands found the brunette's waist again, as she pulled her mother's body against her own, just loving it when she was angry. She looked deeply into her blue eyes, as she leaned in, to kiss her dark red painted lips.
It wasn't like they hadn't done this before. Much more than this, actually. But it had been quite a while. It took a few seconds, but Madeline kissed her back, closing her eyes, as the smallest of moans escaped her lips.
Satisfied, the blonde pulled back, her smirk widening. "Like I said..." Madeline's eyes opened to look into Cruella's blue ones. "You're /mine/."