Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 24
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Who knew she still had the ability to have heart-attacks, because that was the only way to describe her feeling when the maid burst into the room, gasping something about Alcina's bedroom being blockaded from the inside. Worse was when finding that the maid had been very much correct and short of tearing through the walls themselves, the room was inaccessible.
She had send Bela to check the room via its' window, an action that resulted in the only sign of life from the room's inhabitant. Alcina's scream managed to penetrate whatever blocked the door - which Bela upon her return informed them was a thick layer of some kind of orangy goop.
Could she risk tearing down the door and cause whatever was in there to attack Alcina? If the target had been herself, she would easily do it, but considering it was her daughter who was still not recovered from her first ordeal, Mother Miranda hesitated.
The door abruptly opened, mold having reached up from the floor towards it.
"Hello Mother." Alcina was sitting in the middle of the room, cradling something as her youngest returned to her. Ereina formed into a baby beside her mother's seated form, one of the large hands settling on her.
"Alcina, what happened!?" Miranda outpaced the triplets, kneeling beside her eldest.
"Some leftovers from... that place." At the gentle insistence of her daughters, the Dimitrescu matriarch loosened her hold, revealing a toddler.
"What?" Bela reached down to pick up her youngest sister from the cold ground, eyes narrowed at the child in her mother's arms.
"This is Ereina's elder sister, I suppose. The first Nymph." She looked down on the red-head. "She came here looking for her little sister."
"And... she invaded and blockaded your room... why exactly?" Miranda felt her muscles loosen in relief, even as suspicion rose inside her instead.
"Well, she never was properly raised." Alcina chuckled weakly, rocking back a bit. "Not to mention..." Cutting herself off, she shook her head. "Nevermind all that now. Let's say she was misguided... severely." Her face fell a bit. "Poor darling."
"You are going to keep her?" Cassandra softly asked, studying the sleeping form... or was it unconscious? She couldn't really tell.
"Theoretically, she has a better trackrecord of treating me than Ereina." She chuckled, which caused the small child to curl into her chest more as her youngest fuzzed, frown forming on her small face. "Ah... unless...?"
There was a flash of hurt in her heart at the questioning look her daughter threw her. "I... if you are certain it is safe, do so." Taking care not to poke the child, she gently touched the small cheek. Her eyes narrowed at the feel of something akin to plastic instead of skin. Even the moldy Ereina felt more human when she touched her than this one. "So... she escaped the laboratory?" She had to hope they had not let her go to follow her. Not that it might make that much difference, since they knew where roughly Alcina had to be anyway.
"She didn't tell." The elder Dimitrescu struggled to her feet, supported by two of her older daughters. "She exhausted herself... or something like that. Had something of a breakdown." She made her way over to the bed, settling on it. "Poor thing. I will ask, once she wakes, have no worry." The younger nymph oozed down from her sister's arms and settled against their mother.
"I do appreciate that." The priestess narrowed her eyes at the bloody spots of the other's clothes. "Was that her too?"
"I spooked her." The taller woman defended the small form. "She's been a laboratory subject her entire life. She can barely talk, from what I noticed. Let alone judge matters properly."
"Or she's taking after Daniella." Cassandra dryly pointed out. "Stab first, ask later." She dodged the swing of the youngest triplet, grinning widely.
"Or that."
"Is she?" Miranda demanded sharply, anger rising. "Did this one also come from you somehow, Alcina?"
"No. She was already finished before they got me... to my knowledge." The white-clad woman briefly shuddered. "She... she's the controller of the things that attacked... in the vineyard." A larger shiver ran through her body, arms briefly tightening. "She..."
"I see." That was certainly a thought. "I expect an explanation, of everything." She could offer little consideration to her daughter's mental health if people were starting to arrive. "Until then, I am going to find out how she even managed to get here. There should have been defenses." Defenses that had failed her. If this... creature had come with ill intentions, she might well have lost her eldest again, perhaps even more permanently than last time.
"Yes, Mother Miranda."