Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 6
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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They found their main target 10 days after leaving the castle, and a good week after their search in the ruins of the old factory-laboratorium.
"That it." Frederika had shrunk down into her favored shape of a young girl, standing beside the giant form of her mother. They were on the opposite valley-side of their target, which was a luxurious near-fortress like villa in the sprawling primordial forests in this part of Romania.
"You're certain?" Alcina Dimitrescu quirked an eyebrow down, one hand digging into the innocent tree at her side.
"Yes." The oldest of the second triplets nodded sharply. At that, the oldest surviving daughter of Mother Miranda gestured to the eldest of her first triplets to go ahead. Bela inclined her head, dispersing into a swarm of flies which promptly headed to the building in question.
"Was it that fortified as well when you were here?" Cassandra was perched on a high branch, draping herself over it. Below her, Ereina was absorbing the pine-needles... and according to a small squeak, something small and rodent-like.
"Not that much, but some, yes." The Nymph shrugged lightly, poking her sibling and taking some of her mass. Beside her, Grania had no such need, looking still far more solid than the other girl.
"I guess considering the guy died on his trip to the village... whoever's left upped the ante?" Daniella suggested, sitting on a fallen log, using her scythe to cut random patterns into the mossy bark to pass the time.
"Probably, yes." The large Lady Dimitrescu undid her braids as they waited, combing her hair out. Cassandra shuffled over, taking over the action for her mother, working out what knots had come into the black locks, before redoing the braids again and pinning them in place again.
After a while, the swarm of flies returned, reforming into the eldest Dimitrescu daughter.
"I'd say about a dozen mercenaries... and one random lady in the house." She reported, looking over her shoulder at the building. "Almost looks like she's imprisoned by them all."
"She about look like that?" Frederika, as a weak and incomplete Nymph, could not mix and match her forms, only able to take forms of people she had actually come into contact with, at most leaving features off - no one ever asked why that repertoire had held several children apparently - but Grania as the first true successful Nymph could. Clearly, at some nymph-telepathy-message, the other girl-shaped Nymph started shifted her shape to take an approximation of what she had been shown.
The woman she formed seemed to be elegantly passing out of middle-age, chestnut-brown hair in an elegant up-do, framing a face that held some vague hints of Asian heritage.
"Different hairstyle, but yeah, I'd say that's her."
"Wife of Maker. Was shown to her once." It was telling she specified 'to', the tone of the word indicating a weight one might not expect.
"Guess she's worried about revenge or something." The white-clad woman briefly checked her hair, then the approximate location of the sun. It was nearing evening. "Find a bird. Big one." Looking at her three eldest daughters, she beckoned her first true-born. "Start taking up mass, my darling, and see if you can map out below the surface. I want no surprises."
Three bug-swarms disappeared, as well as one giant slug which seemed to melt into the ground. The two remaining Dimitrescu-daughters followed her down the incline. One of them grew into her shape, mirroring the dangerous gleam in her eyes.