Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: Prologue
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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It was certainly not something she had ever expected that she needed to do, but here she was. Sitting at the bedside of her eldest, desperately hoping that she'd wake soon. The despair clawed at her heart, looking at the pale form in front of her. It had been over a week now, since they had managed to find her and bring her home.
Those bastards… using her for experiments that had reduced her to this.
"Mother…?" A black-clad form slipped into the room, carrying a tray with food and drinks. "How…?"
"No change yet." She had practically moved into the room once it became clear that it would take a good while for the other to wake. She wanted – needed to be there once she did.
"Oh..." Her dark-haired daughter tugged the side-table closer to where their mother was sitting, pouring some of the drink into the flawless cup, holding it out for the older woman.
She took it, her claws clacking lightly against the white-and-gold porcelain.
There had been plans in motion, things she needed to be doing, but if not for the literal deliveries of food and drink to the bedside of her eldest, she probably would not even be sustaining herself.
The other woman sat down slowly on the bedside, hesitantly cradling the hand of her big sister. "They're colder than usual..."
"She's barely getting enough sustenance." It wasn't like they could just give her a IV, leaving them to hope that what little they could give her orally would be enough to let her recover. "And… and if..." She had to press her eyes closed, gathering her strength to continue. "If she does not wake soon, I don't know if she will recover."
The unconscious woman had already been running on fumes when they found her and what little they managed to feed her barely kept her topped up.
The younger woman looked at her in horror, clearly terrified of the prospect of losing her sister.
As if the situation didn't hurt enough already.
"But she will wake." She reached over, gently caressing the other. "She wouldn't leave just like that… besides, do you think some… some… scientists are what will bring her down?" Oh, she bitterly regretted having given them all such quick deaths back then, but she had been desperate to find and save her child. But then Heisenberg had managed to crack the passwords of the laptop they had taken along back to the village and informed them of what actually had happened…
She had been half-tempted to go back, find a way to bring them back and kill them again, slowly and torturously this time. Only to have her eyes fall on the broken form of her eldest, clinging to life and realizing she could not leave the castle.
"Okay..." The younger woman had curled up a bit where she was sitting, looking despondently at the unconscious female on the bed. It looked like she hadn't quite bought the assurances.
"Come here." She pulled the other close, gently caressing her long locks. "It will be fine, she will wake..." Biting her own lip, she cut herself off before continuing. She felt like she would never be able to forgive her daughter if she did die like this. But truthfully, she probably would not be able to forgive herself if the other died.
Below her chin, she heard soft sobs. "There, there..." Small tears started forming in her own eye-corners and she felt some run down her cheeks and drip down. The two of them just held one another for what felt ages. "It will be fine." It had to be fine.
There was another soft knock on the door, Heisenberg briefly peeking in. "Not to… you know, tell you what to do, but it's feeding time?" He had been staying in the castle, keeping matters running while she was preoccupied.
"Ah… yes." She looked out the window. She gently pushed her daughter back a bit so she could get up from her own seat.
"Here." He held out a bowl with blood, still warm and fresh.
"Ah, thank you." She put it down on the night-stand. "Can you…?" The black-clad woman had shrunk together at the foot-end of the bed and she wasn't entirely sure she was up to helping.
"I suppose." He moved past her, slipping her arms under the shoulders of the woman on the back, supporting her upper body. "… She has lost weight."
"I was afraid of that." She carefully cupped the head, taking care to not break the fragile skin with her claws. Despite not wanting to acknowledge it, it was clear her daughter had grown skinnier.
Once again, they barely managed to get any blood in, most of it running down her chin when she refused to swallow. After the first drop, the door slammed open at the youngest woman's flight.
"This can't go on like this for much longer." Heisenberg softly pointed out, gently lowering the unmoving body back to the bed.
"I know." She did know, but she did not want to admit. Her own talons dug into the palms of her hands as Mother Miranda realized she might well lose another child if Alcina did not wake soon.