Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 19
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Mother Miranda whispered softly, trying to ignore the spear burrowing into her heart. Her eldest was trembling, eyes wide in fear.
"Alcina... You don't need to go into details." Karl reached for her, slowly and carefully, like one would approach a frightened animal. "But we have to know... how likely is it that they could find someone else?"
In front of them, the Dimitrescu curled up over the bowl that held her youngest. "Why..."
"Draga mea..." She closed the distance between them, kneeling down on the ground in front of her child. "I need to know if I need to do things to protect you."
The priestess flinched at the haunted look in the golden eyes that looked up at her.
"The... the one time I am finally perfect..." Alcina's voice hung somewhere around laughing madness, a broken chuckle escaping her. "The one time!" Burying her face in her hands, her mother could not tell whether she was laughing or crying... or both. "Perfect... Of course I am perfect for something like that..."
"Alcina." She rested both hands on the white-clad knees in front of her, the bowl of the little thing trembling. She wasn't sure if it was from Alcina or the thing itself.
"Why... Why..." Broken sobs accentuated the words. "Why did you give me this?" Alcina whimpered, trembling on her seat. "Why did you give me this!?" She howled, nails lengthening on her left hand, raising it against her mother.
Miranda felt herself be dragged back by Karl, out of range of the black claws. He need not have bothered, because the mold in the decorative bowl reacted just as fast, shooting upward like a geyser and encasing Alcina's upper body, trapping her arm against her side. She wailed, struggling against the hold, but at least for now, her youngest was stronger, holding her back from attacking.
Breaking down, the Dimitrescu matriarch sobbed, claws retracting and leaving trembling hands.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Miranda felt her heart break again as the mold retracted, leaving a broken woman to cradle herself. "Please... I am sorry... Don't let them... don't let them take me... please... I am sorry..."
"Fiica mea..." Pulling herself free from her son's hold, she stumbled forward. "Alcina, draga mea..."
"I'm sorry... please... I'll do anything... please..."
The mold had stopped moving completely, even its' seemingly normal subconscious pulsing having stopped.
"Alcina..." She hesitantly reached forward again, cupping the other's head with her hands, only to retract one immediately. Warm blood marred her own pale skin and her eyes shot up to where she had rested it.
From where Alcina had been clutching her head blood oozed forth under her clawpoints, even her own skin no match to her claws.
"Draga mea, stop." She tugged at the wrist of the offending hand, frowning when finding that already the matriarch's strength surpassed her own. "Alcina." Her voice was sharper than she intended it to be, but at least it worked. The hand followed along obediently. "Darling." She should have known, should have known that this would go poorly. Between what the notes did manage to reveal and the state they had found her in, she ought to have known that her daughter would react poorly. She pulled her close, tucking her head into her shoulder, muffling the repetitive whimpers in the black fabric of her robes.
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They didn't get much more out of the Elder Dimitrescu, the taller woman having exhausted herself with her breakdown. Tucking her into bed, they let her sleep. Miranda decided to stay with her, caressing her head gently. Karl she send away, to see to protections to be created for the village and the castle in particular. If they were to come, she would make them regret it.
The mold meanwhile, remained in the bowl, shrunken down and far more compact than she had ever seen it.
"You..." Could she even blame the thing, though? Did it even know what it had done to Alcina?
As if in answer to her snarl, it moved and expanded again before oozing out of the bowl, nearly tipping it over. The light-brown thing made its' way onto the bed slowly, seemingly unaware of the rising anger of the person that remained awake.
It reshaped itself into the female baby shape it always had, though naked. Instinctively she looked over to the bowl, where the jumper Donna had made for it remained behind. Apparently clothes were not included in the remolding-abilities.
"Here..." She sighed and reached over, finding that the fabric was completely clean. Alcina adored the thing, from what Donna had told her, so she could at least try not to be too... unkind, she supposed. She picked it up from where it had cuddled up to the older Dimitrescu, eyes narrowing at the look it gave her in turn.
Guilt.
The thing was looking at her with the kind of guilt that would make her thing it just murdered her pet or something. "You do know, don't you? What happened to her..." She realized, face shifting when it gave her a clear nod. Well, that was something, certainly.
"She... tried to save me..." Both of them looked up at the hesitant statement, Alcina looking back at them. One large hand came up, cupping the head of the small baby-shape. "She just... failed at that..."
The mold would have whimpered at that statement, Miranda was certain of it. Deciding to forgo the dressing, she put it down on the broad chest, where it squirmed softly.
"I am sorry for asking..." She reached up, gently pushing aside some strands of hair.
"Better I learn of it now... than when they are at the gates." The laying woman softly countered, one hand resting on her youngest.