Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda
Chapter: 8
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards
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She heard the buzzing of flies outside her open balcony-door. Finishing the word on her screen, she rose from her seat to go and close it. The last thing she wanted was a swarm of flies joining the swarm of mercenaries in her house.
Briefly pushing open the door more, she intended to shoo them away somehow, but froze at what she found also on her balcony.
"Hello." The orange thing her husband had created was sitting cross-legged in a corner she could not be seen in from below.
Making a broken sound, she shot inside, trying to close the door. A small hand caught the elegantly carved wood and won the resulting battle of strength.
Scrambling back, she fell on the ground. It took her a few moments to find her footing again, only to find that the door deeper into the house was now also blocked, by a tall, slender redhead. The black-clad woman had one hand against the door, the other holding a sickle of some kind that looked dangerously sharp.
"Said 'hello'." The weapon closed the door neatly behind herself. "Why not say back?"
"I guess she remembers you." The woman at the door mused.
"You..." She backed away to the corner furthest from the two.
"Change not much." It still wore the shape of a small girl, hopping onto her abandoned desk-chair. Clambered, more like. It might have been adorable had she been something worth finding adorable. "Been only two... three years?"
"Why are you here!?" Her neatly manicured nails dug into the expensive wall-paper.
"Where sisters?" It tilted its' head, blinking slowly. Behind it, the woman at the door relaxed some, twirling the sharp blade around her body absentmindedly.
"What...?"
"The other Nymphs. Where are they?" That particular twirl was fast enough she didn't even see it as such, only noting the gash in the wallpaper beside the door. "He had two dozen, where are they?" Golden eyes narrowed.
"Why... would you want to know?" Who even was that woman? Why even was she here?
"Mother wants them." The weapon pointed out calmly, little fingers drumming on the cherry-wood table. "They not at Lab. Where. Are. They?" She snarled it, her form shifting into something larger. It was still a human shape, but the woman who she had eaten for that one, had had wings... somehow.
"Grandma, really?" The woman at the door chuckled, leaning against the wooden barrier.
"Mother not fit." The abomination countered with a faint giggle underlying her words. "Break roof."
"Don't tell Mom you said that." The red-head tilted her head. "Anyway. Nymphs. Where did that bastard put them? I don't know if Nymphs keep the memories of those they fully eat, but we can find out."
"What makes you think I know... anything about that?"
"You his wife." The dark-brown wings flapped lightly as it closed in. "You shown his weapon. You must know where the rest." The fingers were naturally pointy now, digging into the wall beside her far easier than her own.
"You can't get to them anyway."
"Because of the dozen man-things in your house?" The stranger considered her nails, then her sickle. "Mother can deal with them on her own, if we let her. We have four more sisters however, so I doubt they'd even notice something's going on before dying. And then what? You're in a house with a dozen corpses, assuming we even leave them for you."
"You... you could kill them?" Under the fear, under the dread... something else bloomed.
"Want them dead." The form in front of her rose to her full height, backing off some. Clearly, it had noticed the shift in her eyes. "You..." It laughed, mockingly and cruel. "You are prisoner. Maker left them here. They staid."
Neither of them waited for her answer to that, but the woman at the door grinned widely at that statement.
"So how about this? I am sure we can make a deal of some kind." The black dress swirled when she moved to the balcony door, opening it briefly to wave outside. "You give us the Nymphs... every last one you know off, and we deal with these man-things for you?" Now she closed in, point of the sickle - oh yes, very sharp indeed - dragging in the wallpaper. "How does that sound?"
"And you'll let me go?" She shuffled sideways some, but the winged abomination was at the wall between her and the door before she could even think to make a break for it.
"Mother says we leave you, yes." In a house that had a dozen mercenaries, where at least two more dozen would return at some point. But it was her best bet to get out of this situation before her money finally ran out, she supposed.
"Then deal. You get them all gone, and I'll give you all his weapons I know off."
"Marvelous." The winged form shrunk again, melting against the wall. "Mother says keep alive. She will deal."
"Aaaawww!" The red-head pouted, plopping herself on the chair petulantly. "No fair."
"Dani." Another woman, dressed in the same way, pushed open the balcony door, followed by a third. "Let Mother have her fun, will you?"
"But Cass...!"