(All OC's are of my creation. And I do not own or claim to own any of the characters from Resident Evil.)
(I would like to apologize if anything in my story is confusing at the moment. All will become clear as the story progresses. If things are to confusing I will try and fix them through edits. ; w ; )
OC's inner thoughts
Chapter 3
A low moan passes my lip when sunlight hits my face. As my mind starts to wake from its peaceful sleep, I notice something strange. What I'm laying on doesn't feel like a bed. Not wanting to wake up yet I snuggle into what I assume is my pillow. 'This pillow smells nice…like honeysuckle...' Just as I am about to slip back into sleep, something touches my back. I can tell it is a hand but whose hand is it? Letting out a small yawn I sit up while rubbing the sleep from my eyes with one hand. My other hand resting on the pillow I was using. But something about the pillow makes me furrow my brows in confusion. 'Pillows...don't move….' Staring down at the pillow curiously while pushing on it gently. "Soft...but not...pillow?" My words come out almost a slur from how sleepy I feel. Slowly my sleep clouded mind pieces it together. My vision clears up almost instantly. A blush covering my face when I lock eyes with Alcina's amused ones.
"Eh..I…" Frozen in place I can't even manage to get a word out. Tensing up when her large hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. A gentle smile gracing her lips that look luscious even without her signature lipstick. Her dark hair is laying around her head in soft waves.
"Finally awake, draga mea?" The hand on my back moves to my hip, effectively holding me in place. Bringing attention to the fact I am currently straddling her lower stomach.
"I-I'm sorry." I blurt out pulling my hand away from her breast.
"No need to apologize. We did do more than that together last night.~"
"What!?" A low chuckle echoes in her chest at my reaction. And I glare at her as I realize she is teasing me.
"I will not lie, it was very tempting when you passed out at my feet last night." Her long tongue slips out to lick her lips. Pale eyes stare at me lustfully as she does this. "You looked like the perfect little snack all wrapped up for me."
"I fainted? " I ask with a tilt of my head, baring my slender neck to her. " I can't remember much….Just that I came to find you…."
"You did. " She gracefully sits up making me slide down to her lap, the blanket covering us falling down to pool across her long legs. "As much as I would love to lay here and cuddle with you all day. I have work to attend to and my daughters to feed." Taking the hint I carefully crawl off her lap to stand next to the bed. " Donna has been asked to visit earlier then planned. "
"Oh? Has something happened?" I ask as she gets out of bed herself. Not being able to stop from staring at her as she stretches her arms over her head. She is wearing a thin knee length black lace nightgown. And from what I can tell she has matching undergarments as well.
"She will help make new clothing for you. " Her eyes scan me over making me shift uncomfortably. "My nightgown is lovely on you, but cannot serve as daywear."
"Y-Your what?" Quickly looking down I see she isn't lying. The nightgown is nearly he same one she has on right now. But the shoulder straps have been cut and tied into a bow behind my neck. 'If am wearing one of her nightgowns that means she had to dress me.' The image of her having to dress my limp body like a doll enters my head. That actually made me laugh a little out loud. My laugh is gentle which makes her smile softly. "Sorry for laughing, love. But this situation reminded me of something."
"What is it you find so amusing?"
"Don't be mad please, but it reminded me of how my sister's children would act." As I am talking she stands up and heads for the door that was locked last night. I follow her as she ducks into the room. One of her large hands resting on the top of the door frame for balance. "Nearly every one of them hated to wear their winter gear. Little Jessie and Kristina always would go limp to make it harder for my sister to dress them." I finish explaining as I follow her into the room. Blinking owlishly at the surprisingly small dressing room we are now in. 'This is the room from the game! The one where Ethan is peaking through the window eavesdropping.'
"So me having to dress you made you think of this?" Her tone is amused as she looks back at me. But I don't notice it. My mind is elsewhere at this point as I stare at that vanity. My vision goes hazy as scenes play through my head. The first one being from the game, it plays out the same as always. My hands coming up to my chest as my heart beats rapidly. 'Why are my eyes burning? Why can't I stop staring at the vanity?' Unknown to me my shoulders had begun to shake. Someone is calling to me but I can't quite hear them. Another scene is playing in front of me. My reflection in the vanity is not my own. 'Ethan?' He is sneaking up behind Alcina as she is talking to Mother Miranda on the phone. That cursed dagger in his hand catching the moonlight. 'What is this? A memory? No this feels different.' Just as Alcina places the phone down Ethan strikes. Without mercy he grabs Alcina's hair, forcing her head back before slitting her throat. Blood sprays all over the vanity mirror. An anger filled scream comes from her as she tries to stop the blood. The sickening crunching sound of her body trying to change forms fills the air. But before even her wings can form, Ethan stabs her in the heart through her back. Alcina lets out a choked gasp, blood spilling from her mouth as she curses Ethan. Her large body slumping forward onto the vanity. Red tinted eyes staring blankly as the last signs of life leave her. Ethan stabs her one more time before taking the key off the lamp and leaving.
'No…' Tears fall down my cheeks as a feeling of pure despair fills me. I hear the voice again but it is joined by another this time. Someone touches my shoulder but I can't move. The burning in my eyes gets stronger as I am forced to stare at Alcina's crumbling corpse. Someone slaps me in the face, causing my head to turn away from the vanity. As if a switch was flipped, I have control of my body again. One of my hands slowly moved up to touch my stinging cheek. Tears still falling down to land on my hand and chest. Turning my head I gaze blankly at the two women before me.
"There we are…"
"Mother Miranda what is wrong with her?" Angie's high pitched voice makes me flinch.
'When did she get here? And Mother Miranda….'
"I am not sure, my child. But go and inform Alcina she has awoken." Mother Miranda orders Donna with a flick of her wrist. The black clad doll maker bowing her head at her mother, then walking off to do as told. As soon as Donna is gone I find myself being held up by the throat in the air. Mother Miranda's cold gaze piercing into my very soul. "You will tell me who you are and what just occurred. Your little trance had Alcina call me in a panic! " She growls at me, her grip on my throat tightening with each word. My hands grasp at her wrist in a desperate attempt to free myself. The metal claws of her gloves digging into my skin.
"I-I…" Her grip loosens to let me talk. I gasp in air when the death grip is gone. Panting heavily as I try to slow my heartbeat down. "I...don't know…."
"You stand here for five hours staring into space, and don't know!?" A pulse of sickly power hits me as her anger increases. My grip on her wrists tighten out of fear as a whimper escapes me. 'Five hours? But it didn't feel that long to me!'
"I am not sure how to explain it!" I yell at her, voice full of fear and eyes tearing up again. Claws dig into my skin again, drawing blood this time. "Do you think I wish to be tortured like this!? To see death after death and not know how to stop it!?"
My words make her pause. Her expression becomes one of fascination instead of anger now. She drops me to the floor, watching as I cough and gasp for air. One of my hands on the floor to keep me balanced. My other hand is over my mouth to try and cover my coughing. Blood droplets hitting the floor every time I cough. My pain seems to amuse Mother Miranda.
"And whose death is it you see?" She hums, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look up at her.
"Everyone's….." I whisper sadly.
"Everyone? Am I included in this?" When I nod my head yes she glares at me. "How? Tell me now or- " She breaks off mid sentence, letting go of my hair then helping me up. "Get changed quickly. Donna has given you a new dress to wear." A bundle of fabric is shoved into my hands. Her sudden change in behavior has me confused. Until I hear the sound of someone walking down the hall outside. Mother Miranda leans over, her hands on my shoulders as she whispers in my ear. The scent of herbs and mold washing over me. "This conversation is not over. I will summon you soon." I feel her smirk against my ear. " Yes...I believe you will make a fine child of mine."
With that she moves away from me to guard the door. Her back facing me to give me at least a little privacy. Hesitantly I stand back up on shaky legs. Unwrapping the bundle of clothes and putting them on. Trying to move as quickly as I can. The dress Donna gave me being similar to what the triplets wear. But this dress stops just above my ankles, and doesn't have as much lace. She even gave me undergarments similar to what I have before. 'How did Donna know my sizes?' Biting my lip, I slowly walk over to the vanity. My heart starts to pound in my chest again. ' It's just a mirror. Don't be a child, Serilda. There is worse things to be scared of.' I scold myself in my head. Clenching my fists I force myself to look in the mirror. Sighing in relief when I only see myself reflected back. Cringing I touch my neck carefully, Mother Miranda's hand print clearly visible. ' That is going to be a bad bruise…'
"Sit down." Mother Miranda's voice says from behind me.
"O-Okay…" Quickly sitting down at the vanity in an attempt to not make her angry again. Cruising inwardly at how I stuttered just then. As soon as I am sitting Mother Miranda's hands are in my hair. Her slender fingers gently running through my hair, stopping only when she hits a tangled spot. My hands clapped together in my lap tightly, I do my best not to move. My emerald eyes follow her movements in the mirror. She has picked up a hairbrush now and is brushing out my hair. Her touch being surprisingly gentle compared to moments before. I take a moment to quickly wipe the tears off my face.
"This is a gift from me, child." Her voice is kind, but the expression on her face is not. Something running into the closed door tells me why. Angie's high pitched whine made me smile a little. The doll's antics are always a creepy, yet welcome, comfort. 'Miranda doesn't want the others to hear her being cruel. If she loses her 'Mother' role in their eyes her plans would start to crumble.' Just as the door opens Mother Miranda places a choker necklace around my neck. The thick band and lace hiding the marks on my neck. "I have high hopes for you, Serilda.~"
"Thank you…." I give Miranda a strained smile in the mirror. She has tied my hair into two loose braids, leaving a few strands out to frame either side of my face. A fake sweet smile covers her face as she moves away from me. Angie's small form appears on my right with a giggle.
"Ooo~ Little sis got a present from mother!" The wooden doll holds its arms up for me to pick it up. I hesitate, sending a questioning look towards Donna. Only giving in to Angie's demand when Donna nods her head at me. Carefully grabbing Angie under her arms, I pull her into my lap. "The dress looks good on her. Not like anything we make could look bad."
"You helped make this? " My question makes Angie laugh and stomp her feet excitedly.
"Yup! I made the tiny bows!" Donna walks into the room to stand next to me, Motioning for me to stand up. I highly doubt that Angie was actually able to sew. But I am not going to suggest any different. "Time to do the fitting! After all these are just something we altered to fit you." Angie explains as Donna takes her from me.
"Donna behave." Mother Miranda warns the veiled woman before leaving out the door to the balcony. A sigh of relief coming from me at the sound of crows flying away.
"Aww. Guess we can play later, little sis."
"Why do you call me that?" My question makes Donna pause in her inspection of my dress. " I do not feel I have earned that title yet."
"Eh? You are little sis, cause you are little sis." Angie stomps her foot childishly. Donna quickly focuses back on the dress, Pulling out a needle and thread from who knows where. Her nimble hands moving quickly, yet carefully, as she alters one of the dress sleeves." Mother gave you a gift so that has to mean she wants to keep you. So that means we will be the same soon!" Wanting to change the subject I try to distract Donna.
"May I ask about you and Angie?. I aim a smile at Donna over my shoulder. "If you are to be my big sister I want to know you better" Donna's hands freeze mid stitch when I call her big sister. Her veiled face looks up at me, Angie being completely silent.
"Ask." My eyes widen at the sound of Donna's voice. Just that one word is spoken before she gets back to work. I chuckle softly at how cute she is. Donna was a character I always felt bad for. Being left all alone with just her dolls for company. Even after Miranda adopted her, she was still all alone up in that house. I watch her sew as I try and think of my first question.
"Did you make Angie? " Donna shakes her head no, but Angie starts talking up a storm. I can't even get a word in, let alone ask anymore questions. Angie actually just answered anything I had planned to ask anyways. 'Well that makes things a little easier. But why would Angie,Donna, just open up so quickly to me. She has told me everything about her past that I knew from the game. Maybe….she feels she has to share….I am more then likely the only person other than Alcina to really be friendly towards her….' Angie finally stops talking, plopping down on the floor as if exhausted. Donna having finished whatever she was doing to the dress as well.
"That was a lot to take in." I notice Donna's shoulders tense up. "It's alright though!" I quickly say, holding my hands up in the 'I mean no harm pose' . "I have a photographic memory when it comes to things important to me." She seems to hesitate but nods her head in understanding. "Do you know where Alcina is?" Another nod. "Could you please take me to her?"
Instead of nodding or having Angie answer me, Donna takes me by the hand and leads me out of the room. Barely giving me time to put on the block heels I was given. Angie follows after us as her little doll legs can. 'Okay. That is kinda cute. But it also gives me Bride of Chucky vibes.'
Donna leads me down hall after hall. Making me realize just how little of the castle you see in the game. We pass by maids and butlers alike, all of them quickly moving to the side when they see Donna. Some of them send worried or curious looks my way. 'To them it must look like I'm going to be another 'missing' girl.'
"Opf!" I run into the back of Donna when she stops in front of a door. Biting my lip to keep from laughing when Angie runs past us. The little doll not being able to slow down in time to stop next to us. "Sorry. " Donna seems to ignore me as she opens the door. Her hand lets go of mine as she bends down to pick up Angie. But when Donna goes to head into the room.
"Is...Is Alcina upset with me?" I ask in a whisper while staring at the floor. My hands gripping my dress skirts tightly.
"Relax little sis. If anything Alcina was worried about you." Angie replies from Donna's arms. Her normally high pitched voice doing its best to whisper. "And if she gets upset I'll make her into a doll!"
"Please don't." I say with a laugh making a shooing motion with my hand. "Go on in big sister, I will be right behind you." I could swear that little happy flowers and sparkles appeared around Donna. 'She really likes being called big sister…'
Taking a deep breath, waiting till Donna has entered the room, before following her inside.