Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 4
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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At full sprint, precious little could keep up with the Dimitrescu Matriarch. Pushing off sharply from atop the sharp, small incline, she cleared the thin road below easily and landed in a spray of dried pine-needles on the other side. There, she waited for a bit until the clouds of bugs, as well as her two mirror images had caught up with her.
"How you faster!?" The glass-like version of herself demanded, the graceful form oozing over the roots below them. The second form looked almost perfectly like her, merely looking a touch browner as if someone had taking a picture of her with a sepia-filter.
"Practice." Alcina Dimitrescu smiled lightly, tilting her head when noticing lights in the distance. Her two other forms melted almost immediately into small puddles on the forestfloor, while she sank smoothly into a low crouch to duck below line of sight behind several bushes.
"Two people." Briefly, ever so briefly, a swarm of flies coalesced into a humanoid form, just long enough to form vocal cords and deliver the statement.
"Dinner then, I suppose." Though it galled her to have to resort to wild blood, rather than the curated selection in her castle, she had not brought any with her. This entire thing depended on speed and ease of movement, which would not be assured if she carried several litres of blood.
It was a small car, the cheap, ancient kind you saw almost all the time on these roads. She had also quickly learned that it did not hold up against her. At the very last moment, Mother Miranda's eldest - surviving - daughter shot onto the street, allowing the car to hit her and come to an abrupt stop.
With some amusement she noted that this one did not have airbags, both humans in it slamming their foreheads against the interior.
Even before she had gestured for it, the two youngest of her first triplet formed beside the wreck, slitting their throats.
"People are probably so confused at all these random murders happening across the countryside." Cassandra chuckled, dragging the girl's body out of the vehicle and offering it to their mother.
"Considering there are no bodies, they probably just think that they crashed and then staggered off into the wilds." What she did not do for some peace of mind... Sitting down crosslegged beside the road, Alcina slowly drank from the wound, watching as her two youngest nymphs dragged and manouevred the car so that the deep dent in the front aligned with a tree.
Her first triplets had descended on the man, and her second would get the leftovers. As if having been summoned by her thoughts, the pack on her back started wiggling.
"How does the speed of my running compare to bottle-flight, ciuperca mea mică?" She looked over her shoulder at her moldy firstborn oozing out of it. She was answered by a so-so toot. "Well, I suppose that if we find a large bottle I can carry you once so you can see." A suggestion that was greeted with a happy whistle.
"How much farther, by the by?" Bela looked up at the amber form of the fifth daughter.
"Hard to say." Frederica watched her elder Nymph-sister start oozing up the girl their mother had finished. "Not much farther. Straight makes it hard to good judge."
"Fair enough." Alcina dropped the girl into the omniously writhing mass of slime beside her. Taking it as an invitation, the slime promptly devoured the body, digesting it with terrifying speed.
"Do you need to rest, Mother?" Daniela asked. Of all of them, the jogging-and-sometimes-sprinting daughter of Mother Miranda was the one most likely to need a break from the exertions of travelling across of half of Romania.
"Not yet." Their mother mused, tilting her head some. "A hour orso. We'll keep eye out for a place from now on."
"One of us can go ahead?" Bela offered, gesturing in the general direction they were going.
"I'd rather not we get seperated." She undid the braid in her hair, and started briefly combing it with her fingers before redoing it. "We are getting close and I refuse to believe those people last summer were all there was. I am not going to risk a second incident, especially not with any of you."