Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: 14

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

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"Mother...?" Alcina's soft voice took on a distinct whimper-like quality, big golden eyes looking at her in horror. "Mother... I..." Her eldest was trembling and her heart ached with the realization that it was in fear. The elder Dimitrescu had always feared disappointing her and most likely figured that getting captured and experimented on was very disappointing... She couldn't even deny that just a month ago, it would have been only disappointing. Now however...

"Ssh... None of that now." She used her sleeve to gently wipe away the worst of the blood on the other's face. "It can wait, draga mea, until you are at strength again. It can all wait."

"Mother..." It wasn't only weakness that made the voice waver, which broke her heart. She couldn't even blame anyone but herself for the fear that was suffusing her child. What kind of mother was she that her child was terrified of her!?

"Shush." Mother Miranda pulled up her robes so she could climb onto the bed as well. "Later, Alcina." She caressed the clammy cheek gently, noticing how golden irisses nearly disappeared under black when her hand got close. "You must be starving, aren't you?" It had been nearly three weeks since she would have had proper sustenance, after al. What little blood she had managed to ingest since being rescued would certainly not have done much to fill her needs.

"Yes..." The taller woman squirmed a bit in her daughters' hold, nostrils flaring. "They..."

"What did I say just now?" She didn't want to know, not yet at least. Her imagination had been doing too good a job at showing her what could have been happening in that damn laboratory. She did not want to know which of her mind's creations were real... "Later." Or which had been too tame, for that matter.

It didn't even take her too long to come to a decision, tearing open her own forearm with her claws and holding it up to Alcina's lips. The weakened woman's pupils shot to pinprick-size, laser-focusing on the bright blood oozing from her wound. "Mother... Miranda... I..."

"Drink." At the express order, her daughter opened wide, allowing her to just slot her arm against the open mouth. It was the first time she had fed her child like this, but she found that it was quite similar to how it had been when she had fed Eva, if only on a different body-part.

Golden eyes slipped close as the Dimitrescu fed, suckling on her arm as if she was intend on draining her of all her blood. Considering how weak and starved she was, it probably was likely. She would let her, that was not up for debate. After so utterly failing another of her children, it was the least she could do.

Even as her other hand rose to gently caress the cheek of her eldest, her eyes fell downward. The baby was laying motionless in Alcina's lap, head securely held in the large hand of its' mother... Could one even consider this motherhood? The way the long fingers have curled inward to shelter the small form seemed to say 'yes'.

She had seen Alcina's eyes when she had beckoned that thing, the same soft look in the golden depths as when she looked at the triplets. They would have to talk about that, but they would do it later.

A whine drew her attention upward, Alcina trembling in the younger Dimitrescu's arms. Teeth pricked her arm and she looked in worry at the blonde. To think that she would have to ask another about the intrinsicities of her daughter's body!

"Lots of healing itches, she once told us." Bela explained softly, caressing her mother's hair. "And well... her entire body has to heal."

"Oh, Draga mea..." Using her free hand to gently scratch the other's cheek, she smiled weakly at the soft moan that travelled up her arm, golden eyes fluttering briefly.

After a time where the only sounds were Alcina's soft sucking, Cassandra gently detached her arm to the heart-breaking whimper of her mother. The younger woman steeled herself however and held back the head trying to chase after the still bleeding wound. "She'd drain you dry, if we don't stop her."

"She can have some of mine." Donna's soft voice immediately sounded in the room. She gently deposited Angie on the foot-end of the bed, slipping between her mother and sister. "She needs it."

With a move that belied her skill at its' use, Cassandra's scythe flew through the air and opened the Dollmaker's arm in one swift movement. Donna winced, twitching briefly as she stamped down her urge to pull it back before she raised it to her sister's head. Alcina promptly latched on, moaning softly.

Mother Miranda looked at the scene for a bit, before deciding that it was perhaps getting a touch too crowded. Closing the wound on her arm, she slipped off the bed, eyes returning to the baby that seemed more than content to just... lay there.

The little thing noticed her eyes on it almost immediately, golden-brown eyes turning to her behind Alcina's fingers. Without breaking eye-contact, one of the small fists rose up and wrapped around the large fingers sheltering it, which prompted the entire hand to close just that bit more.

Oh, she was going to be watching that thing, that was for certain. Perhaps even kill it herself before it even had a chance to become a problem.