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Everywhere you looked was maiden after maiden. Hell even the wine label had 'Maidens Blood' written on it. So why?

"Alci," you say softly one day.

"Hmm?" is your response as she walks over to come sit down.

"What's with all the maidens?" you ask straight out.

"Because without the blood of young maidens, mothers wrinkles would start showi-ahhh!"

"Thank you, Daniela!" Alcina now frowned as she took her seat.

Daniela rubbed her rather sore head while glaring at her mother as her sisters giggled.

"Is that true?" you ask. "Is that how you've lived for so long?"

"Well yes and no," she responds.

You make a move to get closer to her as if wanting to hear a great story.

"Well I don't intend to tell you," she frowns.

"Oh," your shoulders now slump.

Alcina rolls her eyes.

"You know of the viruses of the company Umbrella, do you not?" she now goes into it.

You nod, nearly everyone was clued in to those.

"Well I think it's pretty obvious that you know damn well that I'm infected, my daughters too. But what's kept me looking like I do is the blood of young girls."

You know in the back of your mind it's wrong and all, but Alcina is different she has a family she wishes to protect and keep going.

"So one day you just decided to taste one?" you ask curiously.

"I lost my temper actually, grabbed the young girl that had riled me so and smashed her head against the wall. Blood just splattered everywhere. I still remember the drops upon my lips as I licked them off. So divine like well aged wine."

"So that's where your wine started from?"

"Hush, pet." She scolds you. "As I was saying, the blood that had sprayed upon my face brought back my younger appearance, not that I was that old at the time."

"Dinosaur," Cassandra laughed, quickly dodging a book that Bela happened to move into its direct path by accident.

"Ow!" she grunted.

"Sorry darling," Alcina apologised before continuing. "After the first kill, I just couldn't stop myself and would find anyway to fault them. That in turn then lead to storing them in barrels and such. My wine was made even more flavourful all thanks to them."

You couldn't help but look to the glass in your hand, after sipping the red liquid. You really didn't know if you should feel sick or not, after all you were drinking the blood of these poor innocents. Then again no one was completely innocent.

"What's wrong pet?" she asks bending over to you, her hand now pulling the lead slightly to which was attached to a collar around your neck. "Don't like what I've told you? Think maybe that you'll be the next to ferment in one of those barrels, do you?"

You swallow nervously as she loosens her grip on the lead, a laugh leaving her as she sits back.

"You'll have to savour my blood," you respond jokingly.

"Yours is to be savoured, my sweet girl." She now smiles as she exhales the smoke from her newly lit cigarette. "Hand."

You offer up your hand willingly, grimacing as the tip of her claw touches upon a part of your unbroken skin.

"I'll be gentle as always," she reassures you, though it's kind of hard to when she's cutting into you all the time.

You gasp sharply, eyes closing as the claw sinks into your skin. Soon the searing pain is enveloped by her warm lips and you feel her sucking. Her free hand now roams through your hair, fingers tightening around your head. It feels like a vice is tightening on your head until it eases off. She alway loses herself to you.

"How do you feel?" she asks.

"I'm alright," you give a smile in reassurance.

"Good," Alcina smiles back as she slinks back into her chair again to take a deep drag before breathing it out again. "Girls."

The three hurry over, each one caressing you with a gloved hand.

"Take what you can until I stop you," she tells them.

They each look to her before turning back to you. This is the part you didn't like, when Alcina let her daughters have you, they were ruthless like wild animals. You would always whimper in pain as they lunged at you.

Bela would bite into your arm, Cassandra took your neck and Daniela took your wrist. Anywhere where the blood flowed thick and strongly into their mouth. They'd somewhat gotten used to the horrid poison Alcina forced you to drink now and again. It was something that kept livestock alive, you think she once told you.

Upon seeing you start to feel the strain, see cut the three off.

"Enough now, girls."

The three unlatched like hungry leeches, fresh blood glistening upon each of their beautiful faces.

"Go now," Alcina waved them off as she finished her wine.

She then pulled on the lead and you knew to stand up. You felt drained, but could still function properly.

"Seems I may have let them go a little overboard," she sighed as she leads you to the bedroom like a dog.

She strips you of your clothes and lead, the dog tag upon the collar swinging wildly which read 'Mutt'. That's all you were to her, a simple dog which she could command to do tricks with as well as feed upon.

"Into bed, pet."

You do just that and climb into bed. She soon follows you, one of her hands roaming your naked body. She would always toy with you when you were too out of it to fully appreciate it.

"Goodnight, pet." She says softly as she kisses the top of your head.

By then you're already asleep.