Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 7
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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"You'd think a run-aground tanker would be easier to find..." Heisenberg smoked his cigar, blowing the smoke up into the air. Beside him, Donna was eating the sandwich they had gotten in a drive-through a while back.
"It's been years, Karl." She ate the last bite. "We'll find it soon enough, we're nearly done."
"Man, I hope we do." He flicked the stub away, grinning at the sizzle when it hit a puddle of stagnant water beside the road. "Mother's going to lose her feathers if we don't." He gestured out from the road. "It's just wasteland around here, even by American standards."
Both of them looked up sharply when hearing another car drive up. When it stopped beside theirs, he hopped down from the car-roof to stand in front of his sister.
"Hey... Are you locals by any chance?" The man who looked bland like white bread leaned out of the car-window. "Am I going right for the Baker Farm in Dulvey? It's kind of important I get there quickly."
"Perhaps we are, why do you need to be there?" Lady Beneviento slid down from the hood much more gracefully than the Lord with her, though Karl noticed that on impact, some golden motes swirled in the air, briefly visible in the light of the setting sun. The poor man probably got a good lung-full from what he assumed might be just dust from the road, rather than hallucinogenic pollen.
"My wife asked for me to come get her there." He offered them his hand, pollen making him certain they were the most trust-worthy people in the country, if not on the planet itself. "Ethan. Ethan Winters, by the way." Unless Donna let him, he'd never question that conviction, despite whatever warning-flags might appear during their time spend together.
They both shared a glance at that. They had heard the name 'Winters' before... in connection to their missing sister. "Karl and Donna Aldea, from Romania." Karl offered their fake names, still flinching inwardly at their last name having become simply 'village' now instead of something nicer. He had made himself a solemn promise to kick the Duke once they were back for that lame joke. "We're also looking for the Baker Farm, actually. We think our sister's there." At least, if this guy's wife was the same Winters they were half-looking for, she'd at least be able to tell them where the girl was.
"Well, we can travel together then." Ethan grinned at them. "I asked in Dulvey itself, they said it's a plantation of some sort out here."
"We passed one about a quarter hour that way." He pointed over his shoulder with a thumb. "Passed it clean by, apparently, thought it was abandoned with how things looked when we drove by. Is your car big enough for five? The road up to the house looked like this one won't be able to get there without getting stuck five times." They were in a small four-seater, having switched a couple times. The other guy was in a SUV.
"Sure thing." Their hapless new companion leaned over and popped open two doors, the one beside him and the one behind that. Donna reached into their own car for a small handbag, pulling some things from her brother's pile of things to put in there before locking it and tossing him the key.
"Thanks." Karl opened to door further to let her get in, before climbing in himself. "Second road to the right if we keep heading this way." He gestured ahead.
"Real convenient that we ran into one another." Ethan started up his car, leaving theirs behind. "I just hope your car's still here by the time we return."
"I am sure we won't be long." Donna whispered, tugging on her veil to make sure it fully covered her face again. "And if not..." She trailed off.
"I'll give you a ride to Dulvey, of course." The American briefly flicked a look at her through the mirror, missing the amused quirk of the mouth-corner of the one sitting shotgun. Then he refocused on the road, flicking on his headlights against the encroaching gloom of night. "Man, we're going to get there real late though, I hope they won't mind."
"I'm sure they won't mind." Karl mused, rolling down his window and leaning out briefly. "There, I think the house is on the side of that field of... whatever that is. Those Bakers haven't been on their land for a while, clearly." He pulled down his glasses briefly, looking at his sister in the mirror. Though he wasn't sure if they made eye-contact, she did nod briefly at the question in his eyes. "So how did your wife end up here, if you don't mind sharing?"
"She disappeared a couple years ago, but I got a mail from her recently to pick her up there."
"Oof." She'd been missing since the tanker-incident then, if the timeline they got from the Duke's informant was correct. Something was clearly underfoot. "And you jumped in your car and drove here from...?"
"Los Angeles." Their driver gestured in the general direction of the city. "She was on a journey for work, but the boat disappeared."
"Great law-inforcement around here, that they lost a giant ship for years." The once-favourite of Mother Miranda muttered lowly, flicking nothing away from his shoulder. "There's something up here, sis." He added in Romanian. "I don't trust this guy's timeline whatsoever."
"Our sister's powers, perhaps." Donna conceded, crossing her arms. With her pollen still firmly stuck in the man's system she had only needed the brief warning of their agreed signal to make him deaf to their words. Still, just to be certain, might as well speak a different language. "Perhaps it took the Winters-woman until now to shake them off."
"This is going to be a party."
