Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: 8

Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me

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"Perfect timing." Karl greeted them upon their arrival at the castle. "Some of the lycans returned just now."

"They found her!?" Her wings spread as if trying to take to the air.

"At least the place the car went, so we'll have to hope that's where she is and they didn't move her later on." He lead the way into the lounge, where Donna and the triplets were waiting for them.

"Where is she?"

"A hidden complex 2 days north of here, as the Lycan run. So I guess a few hours of driving a car." He gestured in that vague direction. "Apparently the car looped around the village after taking her first. The rest of the pack I send are still looking the place over..."

She frowned a bit, wondering exactly how much they could even figure out. It wasn't as if Lycans had that much brainpower left after receiving their Cadou.

Mostly, she would have to figure out how to get there herself quickly. She had never really used her wings to fly, but having to travel there slowly was not an option.

"Best bet would be to get to the nearby road and steal a car." Karl suggested. "It might take a while to get one that is big enough, but..."

"Pardon?" She interrupted him, straightening out.

"Well, the triplets are not going to stay here and you told me to watch them, which I can't do if they are over there and I am here..." He gestured to the three women sitting in front of the fireplace, each clutching dolls looking like their mother. Must have been the gifts from Donna that Salvatore had mentioned.

"I am going too..." Donna's soft voice added. Angie was sitting on her lap, not moving at all.

"Oh no, you are not." Miranda immediately countered. Donna's powers were completely dependent on having her dolls and flowers around. Taking her so far from those would leave her practically helpless.

"I am." The youngest woman defiantly stated. "You are not leaving me behind."

"Donna..." Salvatore frowned a bit, likely having a similar thought-process to their mother.

"She is my sister!" The Dollmaker shot up from her seat, arms locked around Angie. "I… I don't want to lose more family. You… you cannot just leave me." She was wearing her veil, so the others could not see her face, but she was trembling and her voice seemed have risen in pitch as she spoke.

"Draga mea." Is this how Eva would have become if she had lived in this time? Would she have been adamant to save her sister even if she could do nothing? The thought ached. Carefully lifting the veil just enough that she could cup the other's face without having to unmask her, the priestess softly rested her head against the one in her hands. "I am already worried about Alcina, I do not want to have to worry about you too."

"But..."

"I'll watch her." The most mutated of them offered before an argument could start. "It's probably safer if we are all gone, anyway."

"How come?" Bela softly asked her uncle.

"Because sooner or later those people might come back." He pointed out. "And then what?"

"That... is a good point." Heisenberg mused. "If they had simply wanted her dead, they'd have killed her in the vineyard, not just go through the trouble of having to drag her off." He seemed to miss how that made the Dimitrescu-daughters flinch.

"Very well then." She did not feel like arguing, not when time might well be running out for her daughter. "Girls, start heading to the large road nearby and see about getting a car. One that is big enough for all of us." Luckily it was still warm enough that they could be outside even at night, so she did not need to worry about having to explain to Alcina why her rescue had resulted in her daughters suffering from frostbite.

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By the time they reached the road, the triple swarms had claimed a camper, the previous owner in the ditch, blood leaking into the ground below him. The body was slowly getting buried under what looked like the contents of the vehicle, the three emptying it out from everything not strictly necessary. Considering it would already be a tight fit if their mother was not nearly 10 feet, that was probably a smart idea.

"I'll drive." She honestly had to, being the only one who knew how to. Climbing into the front, Mother Miranda took a deep breath. "Karl, get your ass in here as well. You're telling me where I need to go."

He blinked at her in answer, likely disconcerted by the crude language she never used around them before, but she didn't care. Instead, she simply leaned over and slammed the passenger-door open. "Get. In."

"Okay, okay..." As the other five piled into the back, he clambered onto the seat next to her. "Alright, I guess we need to turn around first of all."

"Lovely." She had to reacquaint herself with cars. At least this one wasn't one of those new automatics, because she might have been in trouble then.

There was a sickening crunch when she ran over the previous owner while backing up, and she had to hope that there was not too much blood on the outside now. She just might spew acid herself if she needed to worry about police of all things.

Her wings ached from how she had to squish them into the seat to be able to properly use the steeringwheel, but she could endure that for a while at least.