Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 4
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Well, she supposed she'd have to forgive Alcina for having trouble with whatever this was. Mother Miranda ignored the three daughters spreading out, calling for their mother as she considered the stuff around her. It was peculair, feeling almost warm to the touch, warmer than it ought to be. It also resisted her attempt to cut it with her own claw. It might not be exactly like the claws of Dimitrescu, but it was close enough to give her a baseline.
"Some creatures..." Heisenberg muttered beside her, tapping it with his hammer as if he was contemplating smashing it.
"Mother!?" Their voices were far higher pitched than she had ever heard them before. Strange. Turning her attention away from the trelis, she made her way to where they were coming from.
Looming over the vineyard was a large pile of the strange stuff, glittering under the moonlight. One of them was at the top and at least one was still swarming around it, frantically zigzagging in the cool night-air. Was the Countess in there? That would certainly explain why she had not yet returned.
Only to get to a position where she could see the far side of the mound, which was hollow. It looked caved in, though how that had happened would be anyone's guess.
Then she realized... it looked more like something had been scooped out. Or in this case, someone... Alcina had been in there, but now she was gone. Had she escaped and simply been too weak to return?
A strange pang echoed in her chest when her eyes fell on a form on the ground. The girl that might be Cassandra was almost frantically trying to chip away at the substance. Moreau slowly made his way over, gently pulling her back from whatever had her bending her scythe into useless scrap-metal. Convulsing briefly, some of his acidic bile dripped down, sizzling once it hit the hard stuff underfoot.
As she closed the distance to them, he bend down, immune to his own weapon to fish out something from the mess and handing it carefully to the dark-haired daughter beside him. Somehow he had kept the acid from affecting the object, it being untouched, if lightly squashed.
The other two daughters promptly joined their sister, hands rising to cup their mother's corsage, the three black roses being held reverently between them.
There was another pang in her chest when she noticed the strips of fabric hanging down, all of which had spots far darker than Alcina's normal ivory dress. Blood... The corsage had been torn from the missing woman's chest with such violence that she had bled. She was not entirely sure when the last time had been that something strong enough to make her second-eldest bleed had existed...
Tearing her eyes away from the whimpering collection of youngsters, they fell on something below them. She knelt down, leaning on her own hand. Whatever the stuff was, it was thinned out near the foot of the large mound of it. It was - in fact - thin enough that she could actually break it, her fingertips hitting the soft dirt of the vineyard. Still, some places were too thick still, four deep gouges in the ground having been filled.
Shifting her hand, she realized that they were claw-gouges which could have come only from one source; the hands of a 9 foot tall woman. Alcina had been clawing at the ground... Things had gone bad enough that the eldest Dimitrescu had been reduced to frantic panic at some point.
Swallowing, Mother Miranda rose to her feet slowly, moving further to the edge of the vineyard, where she found what she had almost been dreading; drag-marks of something large and heavy. Closer to the forest, the drag-marks went over into double tracks like from a vehicle of some kind. Whoever had been responsible for this, they had taken her.
It took her a few moments to realize that her breathing had quickened, heartbeat echoing in her ears. Why was she... afraid? The Four Lords had always been tools to return Eva to her, they weren't even all necessary. Yes, Alcina's loss was annoying, might even mean just a bit of a delay, but panic-inducing? Forcing her breath to slow down, she looked over her shoulder. The other Lords had moved to the three daughters, trying to console them.
Why... was she panicking over the loss of one of her creations? And why did it feel so familiar!? Behind her mask, she licked her lips, which suddenly were dry. This was not a proper reaction to losing a tool, no matter how useful it might be in the moment. This was...
This was how she had felt when the doctors had informed her that Eva had gotten sick and would most likely die.
Her nostrils flared when a shudder ran through her body at the realization.
Once again, she had been reduced to a helpless mother, terrified for her child.
Perhaps, if not for the panic growing as she realized its' presence in her heart, she would have been horrified that she had actually caught feelings for her experiments. She would have panicked in a different way when realizing that the reunion with her daughter would mean losing another. Now however, her entire body sang with only one thought; 'not again, dear God, not again'.
"Summon the Lycans..." Despair was closing her throat, leaving her voice a mere whisper. Heisenberg certainly heard her, looking up from where his hand was on the shoulder of Donna, who had collapsed beside the three Dimitrescu-daughters, one hand reaching for the black roses. She tried again, managing a louder voice. "Summon the Lycans. Tell them to follow the scent."
Somehow, she managed to not stagger as she returned to them.
"Tell them to find Alcina."