Donna had always secluded herself after that unfortunate day. She never played with any of the children, knowing she would never be accepted anymore. It was an accident, her father had told himself over and over again. His poor daughter had been caught in a freak accident, leaving her scarred for life.

"Donna, sweetheart." He called out to her, but she would only sit by the window looking out at the children from the village who would come to get themselves a doll made especially for them.

He sighed as he tuned to head downstairs. He'd make a doll just for her, something she could grow attached to.

"Sweetheart," he now called, peering around the door to her. "I have someone for you to meet."

She didn't turn to look at him, just continued to gaze outside. Her father now walked over, carrying the newly created doll.

"I made you a little something," he now showed her.

She finally turned, looking to the doll then to her father.

"Do you like her?" he asked.

She looked back to the doll, a small smile breaking out on her face. She reached out to take the doll and held her tightly.

"Donna loves me, thank you papa." Donna spoke through the doll.

"You're welcome," he smiled.

Just when Donna was starting to become more chipper, everything all came crashing down.

"What the hell are you doing, woman!?" she heard her father now shout.

"You demon, I won't let you near my daughter!" her mother screamed as she lunged at her father with a pair of scissors.

Donna gasped loudly when her father grabbed her mothers wrist giving it a snap.

"Father!" Donna screamed through Angie.

He turned just as her mother reached for the scissors again to stab him in the shoulder.

"Claudia, what the hell's gotten into you!?" her father snapped as he pushed her back.

As if in a dream, she now came back to her senses. "W-What happened?" she asked.

"You just went crazy and stabbed me," her husband explained.

Claudia looked to the scissors in her hand, seeing the blood upon them as well as her husbands blooded shirt.

"I-I don't know what came over me," she thought panic stricken as she quickly rushed to his aid.

Donna had been sat on the stairs crying as the pair fought.

"Oh, Donna, darling. I never meant to scare you, I'm so sorry." Her mother now turned to her, her hands bloody from patching up her husband.

Donna quickly ran over to be taken in a hug, her mother being extra careful not to get blood on her.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart."

Donna said nothing as she continued to cry against her.

xXx

The following days soon became apparent that things were only getting worse. After tending to the garden, her mother's eyes were quite red and the pollen had gotten up her nose making it irritable as well as her in general.

"Are you feeling alright?" her husband asked as she placed the plate down on the table in front of her daughter first before placing one in front of him.

She now headed back to the kitchen, bringing her own plate as well as a very sharp knife, which she suddenly brought right down through her husbands hand.

"C-Claudia, what has gotten into you!?" he yelled at her again.

She pulled the knife free, but her husband was quick to grab hold of her and slam her head down upon the table before letting her slip to the floor.

"Donna, get out of here!" he shouted at her as Claudia now stabbed him in the thigh. "Fuck! Claudia, what's wrong with you!?"

She screams at him before running over to the window to throw herself out.

"Claudia!" is the last thing she hears before hitting the rocks at the bottom of the lake.

Donna knew she should have run and hid, but she'd witnessed it all now and there was no undoing it. Things definitely would not be good from now on.

xXx

"Eat," her father scowled.

Donna looked to her plate, clearly not hungry.

"If you don't eat, I'll force it down you."

"Donna's not hungry," the doll spoke for her.

"Stop talking through that fucking thing and talk properly! It's about time you..." he grunted as he shook his head. "Those fucking flowers are sending my allergies through the roof."

Standing he limped over to grab the vase and smashed it against the wall, the pot smashed to pieces on impact along with the flowers themselves. Once that was done with he stormed upstairs to start shouting and throwing things.

"Look who came crawling back!" he snarled. "My darling wife!"

He laughed loudly as the woman that was once his wife walked over to whisper in his ear.

'Join me.'

His eyes widened suddenly, turning he looked to Donna before he lifted his hand to her.

"Come with us," he smiled to her.

Fearing what her father would do, she backed away. He decided she wasn't worth his time and so took his wife's hand instead to be lead over to the window.

"Papa!" Donna now spoke for the first time in years.

He turned to look at her, giving a genuine smile before allowing himself to fall out.

"Goodbye, darling." She heard her mother say before she was left completely alone.

"Don't leave me alone!" she begged before looking down on Angie. "You won't leave me, will you?"

She made Angie shake her head. "I'll be with you forever."

"Thank you, Angie." She hugged the doll to her.

xXx

The days were hard until she came along.

"Hello, my dear." She announced one day.

Quickly hiding away, she hid herself from the woman.

"What do you want?" Angie asked annoyed.

"I just came to see you, my darling."

"Why?" Angie questioned. "Leave us alone!"

"I know things have happened here that no child should have seen, so I'm here to help you."

"We don't need your help," Angie snarled.

"Come out, little darling. I don't want to hurt you, I would just like to help you."

"No!"

Eventually she managed to coax the girl out and that's how she eventually got her to take to the Cadou.

oOo

Brain function is high, but she's clearly far too unstable. Not a fitting candidate. I will give her a cadou to do what she wishes to with it.

Turned out Donna had shared the codou with the dolls around her, giving Angie the most so that she could control her wherever and whenever no matter how far she went. As time passed, she started to get back into her work again, that helped her a little, but the fact that she couldn't stand how she looked with that god awful scar running down her face was so distracting and the parasite within her was making it look far worse. She made it so she had no mirrors in the house and would also take to wearing a veil no matter where she went. She knew she could easily cover it with make up, but really didn't see the point of it. Until one day someone came to her door telling her of how he would love to get her garden up and running again. She'd accepted and let him get on with his work.

"Donna would like you to plant these," Donna went to him one day, with Angie actually speaking for her.

He took the flowers from her to plant around the young woman's mothers grave. Only as he was he found he was now looking up at his dead wife, she spoke to him and he couldn't wait to tell Donna about it. She'd been so happy for him too. He really liked working here, some days he would come just to sit and talk with his wife as Donna watched from her home. Eventually the poor man was driven insane and ended up taking his own life.

"I need to remember the real me," she snapped one day as she could no longer take not remembering what she used to look like.

She'd called upon a villager to paint her portrait, but not how she looked now. How she used to look. The man accepted the job and painted her exactly how she would have looked without the scar. She'd thanked him for his work by sending him off the side of the cliff, no one should know what she now looked like. No one. That was until you came into her life.

"A gift from Lady Dimitrescu," a man announced as he left you on the front porch.

Donna looked down on you, seeing blood dripping from under the hood you wore over your head.

"Ohhh, what do we have here?" Angie now asked, running over to try to sneak a peek under your hood. "Blood, blood, blood!"

"Stand!" a demand was given out to you.

You forced yourself to your feet, stumbling slightly as you did.

"A broken present from big sis?" Angie now cocked her head.

Donna was also wondering why she would send someone like you as well. Reaching out she grabbed your hood and pulled it down, finding a large open wound on your face.

"What happened?" the veiled woman asked.

"I was deemed unworthy of the Lady due to one of her daughters cutting my face," you tell her while trying to stand.

Donna turns away to head back into the house. "Follow me, I'll let you bathe."

You use the walls for support to keep you upright, the pain from the open cut is just too much to bear, but you press on.

"I'm sure you can run a bath for yourself?" she asks.

You gave a nod, forcing blood to drip onto the floor.

"Bathe and I'll clean your face."

You head on in to the bathroom, collapsing against the bath for a quick breather.

"You look awful," Angie giggles at you while you try to stand again. "I'd help, but I can't!"

She now took off at a run, laughing manically as she left.

"What mad house have I been put into?" you can't help but frown as you now run the bath.

The waters clear until blood drops drip into it, tainting it. Stripping of your rags you climb in, water sloshing as she slip into the tub. You can't help but cry out as the water hits your face making it burn and sting. Soon the sound of heels in heard as the veiled lady now walks in on you. You knew there was no privacy, you were but a lowly maid.

"Let me tend to that wound before it becomes infected," she says as she places a stool down to sit on while she cleans your face.

You try to relax as much as possible, even though she was extra gentle it still hurt like hell when she poured something over it. Damn it was like acid had been poured on your face. Your hands come up to cover the wound as tears flow freely down your cheeks. Your loud cries go unfazed by the woman as she prises your hands away to now wrap half of your face in a bandage.

"Finish bathing and come find me," she now says before heading out.

You close your eyes to help ease with the pain, but end up passing out anyway. When you come to, you now see Angie standing on the stool waving at you.

"Donna's waiting," she reminds you.

"Oh, yes." You quickly pull yourself up to climb out of the reddish bath water, grabbing a towel you wrap it round yourself.

"Follow me, I'll take you to her."

You follow the doll out and down over to the lift. Donna was in her main work room, sitting at her sawing machine.

"She's here!" Angie announced as she did a little dance.

"Good," Donna nodded before pointing over to a pile of clothes. "Put those on."

You do as she says, putting on the underwear first to then slip on the black dress. You didn't want to question the colour and why she was wearing a veil, so you left it.

"Your duties will be as normal, except I'm not like Alcina. I don't have to live off blood to survive."

"Yes, my lady." You nod, ready to start your new job.

As you head back to the lift, you could swear you heard the sound of someone calling to you but quickly pushed it aside. You didn't want this job to end up as bad as the last one. Boiling up the water, you now take it back down to Donna. You set the tray down on the table to pour her the tea. She's content with what you've done as she sips it under her veil.

"I don't require your services until dinner, you may use your time wisely until then."

"Yes, my lady." You nod, heading out to see what could be done.

The place wasn't at all dirty, it was rather clean for a house this size with only her living here. You look to the dolls scattered all around, getting the feeling that they're watching you.

"Stop being so paranoid," you frown as you go find a book or something to read.

The sound of heels is heard once again and you realise it's now dinnertime.

"Oh, my lady. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be so late with your meal."

"Never mind that," she tells you. "I'm happy you're using your time wisely."

"Oh, yes. I love to read, my lady. Especially about flowers."

She cocks her head slightly.

"Which is your favourite?" she asks.

"Belladonna," you tell her. "Just the name is so beautiful and it also means..."

"Beautiful lady, yes." She nods.

You lower you head as she now walks over to look at the bandages upon your face, seeing your blood still seeping through.

"I will change those before your go to bed," she says to you.

"Yes, my lady. Would you want me to start with dinner?"

She gives a nod, allowing you to head off to the kitchen to start making her something. You're quite surprised to see her now come to help you out.

"My lady, this is not your place..."

"Do not tell me what my place is, child!" she snaps at you.

You hang your head in shame. "I apologise."

Angie giggles in the background, the rest of the time in the kitchen is silent until Donna finally speaks up again.

"I would like you to join me at the dinner table."

"But, my lady."

"I will hear no more from you, or else."

"Yes, my lady." You nod.

You take your plate back upstairs to sit at the table with your lady. She sits opposite you, feeding Angie as well as herself. You'd offered to clean the plates yourself, but the lady had made sure to help you out with them. It would seem she wouldn't let you do anything without her being there to help you out.

"My behaviour must seem strange to you," she tells you.

You stay silent, not really knowing what to say to her.

"It's just that I can't be alone anymore. I don't want to be alone anymore. I want someone to stay with me."

"Oh," you can't help but say.

"You will stay with me won't you?" she asked almost pleadingly.

You nod, what else could you actually do. You were stuck in this crazy village and it was either death or lose your mind. "Yes, my lady."

"Thank you."

You turn back to the dishes to put them away. When it's time to head for bed, Donna does as she told you and cleans up the wound on your face again, each day seems to get worse before it gets better and before long the wound has healed and you wear the scar with pride, you had after all survived the crazy ladies daughters.

oOo

It was early in the day when you were cleaning up the house for your lady, when you couldn't help but look up at the painting on the wall. Your hand runs along the fabric, right over Donna's face.

"She's s beautiful, but why hide her face?"

"What I hide is not as beautiful as what is shown on that painting," you jump at the voice behind you.

"Lady Donna," you quickly lower your head. "I was just..."

"I can never reveal to anyone what lurks beneath this veil."

You now look up as she walks over to the top of the stairs.

"You can't be that bad, my lady."

"How would you know!" she snaps.

You stand your ground. "I don't know because you won't show me."

"What is hidden under here, stays hidden!"

"How bad can it be, I mean look at this upon my face. I don't care and neither should you!"

"Enough!"

"No!" you snap as you reach up to grab the veil.

"Let go!" she screams at you, both fighting over the piece of fabric that now gets pulled away.

"You..." she turns to slap you hard across the face.

You take a breath to steady your nerves to turn to look at her.

"Give me back my veil!" she screams as she tries to hide her face.

"Let me see you," you glare at her, trying to now force her hand from her face.

"Angie!"

The doll lunges at you, clawing at your face but you throw her to the floor and crack her face.

"Angie!" Donna cries out as she bends down to pick her up. "Are you pleased with what you've done?"

"I just wanted to see you," you tell her.

She turns away but you move her head back to make her look at you. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you or Angie in anyway, forgive me."

Donna turns to look at you properly now and you now get to see her properly.

"Well?" she frowns.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," you tell her sincerely as she now looks down on Angie.

"Beautiful Donna," Angie now laughs.

She turns back to you, reaching out to grab her veil.

"Please don't put it back on," you beg her.

She sighs heavily and throws it aside and in that moment you grab hold of her and kiss her like she's never been kissed before.

"I love you no matter what you look like."

At this she smiles.

"Ohhhh, love birds!" Angie teases in a sing song voice as you both look to each other before Donna now takes the lead to kiss you back.