Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 1
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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The summer sun was beating down on them, air almost trembling in the heat. Today was one of the hottest days of the year, so the Dimitrescu-siblings had promptly abandoned the walls of their family's castle to go outside.
To their joy, their mother joined them, the four of them visiting the vineyards for something between an inspection and simply an excuse to leave the house. Being that they were in Romania, the trellises were smaller than in the warmer south, meaning that – if she so choose – the Countess could just be stepping over them. Being who she was, she did not, slowly making her way after the three clouds of bugs that were flitting in a zig-zag pattern around her.
"Don't mess with the vines." She chuckled with a small smile, adjusting her wide-brimmed hat to better shield her face from the sun.
"You say that all the time." Cassandra briefly buzzed around her mother, before diving into the green foliage.
"Because I always find nibbled-upon grapes when I let you come here." They were at the vineyards furthest sound, their castle hidden from view by the thickly grown trees. She carefully considered a cluster nearby.
Pulling the cluster off, she gently picked one of the grapes, testing its' firmness. This could well be the best year in the last few decades if the weather kept up like this. Perhaps she should indulge the girls and allow them a hunt further away. With some good maiden's blood, it would end up being exquisite.
Suddenly several bugs settled on her fingertips, turning their attention to the grape.
"Oh dear..." Lady Dimitrescu laughed softly. "I am going have to feed all of you now, do I not?" There was after all a reason that fruit was still present in the castle. "We will find a place to sit, my loves." She gently waggled her fingers to disperse the few flies who had lingered.
There was a chorus of giggles around her, leading her to a grassy spot. By the time she had arrived, the three had settled down, spreading out their veils so their mother could sit without tainting her white dress with the green of grass.
She pricked one grape with her claw, holding it out to her eldest. "There you go."
They snorted in amusement when it became clear that that would be how the older woman was going to continue feeding them.
"We're going to die of old age..." Daniela moaned exaggeratedly, opening her mouth when a grape was flicked her way.
"Some dieting would do you good, sister." Cassandra smirked, curling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. The smirk only widened at the angry snarl from the youngest of them.
"Girls, behave." The next grape drew a high arc through the air, landing on the blonde's head before bouncing into her waiting hand to the snickers of her sisters.
Content that nothing could threaten them nearby, they simply relaxed under the summer sun, basking in its' heat.
After a while, Daniela could no longer remain still and started buzzing around, hunting animals in the nearby forest, while her mother leaned back and reached for another cluster of grapes for the other two.
Above, the sun slowly moved over the blue expanse of the sky, before it started down to the horizon again.
"Mother!" The youngest burst through the trees. "Visitors!" Her voice swung between excitement and worry.
"Oh?" The Lady Dimitrescu rose from her seat on the ground. "Out here?"
"They look like the Moroaicǎ… but men." She formed fully on the ground beside her family, the other two rising to stand beside their mother.
Alcina's golden eyes narrowed as she noticed what her daughter had seen; shambling between the trees were a good dozen… creatures. No, more than a dozen, though she couldn't fully tell how many they were, hiding by the trees as they were.
"What in..." Bela swarmed, disappearing in the treetops. "It's a hundred, at least." She reported on her return, having flown around the group. "Perhaps more."
"Strange." The older woman muttered. "These are not any of Mother Miranda's… I can tell." Which was worrying, because who else had creations like these? "We stop them. They should not get to the village." Her claws sang as she lengthened them, moving forward to allow herself free movement without running into the trellises of her vineyard or shredding them. She would have to contact Mother Miranda the moment they got back to the castle. "Keep them from swarming out. Herd them to me."
"Yes, Mother." All three answered, spreading out as they pulled out their scythes, never far from their persons..
"Make sure not to drink!" Lady Dimitrescu called as an afterthought. She was more than suspicious of these creatures. How had the Lycans not… stopped them? This was well within their roaming-grounds. Snarling, she considered the group, swiping at the thing in the lead. Her claw cut it like butter, four deep gouges spurting… something distinctly not blood. Stepping back, her eyes followed the rapidly solidifying goop. Disgusting.