Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: 33

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

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Standing on the balcony, she had a clear view of the castle-courtyard and quite the view beyond the walls themselves as well. Alcina no longer needed the wheelchair, though walking was slow and tiring still. It allowed her to reach more remote parts of her home, that had been inaccesible on wheels.

Down below, her three eldest were entertaining both their sisters. She smiled gently at the sight, one hand resting on her stomach. She was happy with these new children and certainly would not complain at the change in their family as a whole, but...

Her hand cramped up, fingers digging into her own form. The memory of her time in the laboratory made her physically ill, not helped by the knowledge that it might well be repeated.

She trusted both of the Nymphs, but they were not the only things that could overpower her. Pressing her hand against her mouth, she muffled the sob that nearly escaped her.

Mother Miranda had asked, but she had not been able to tell her anything that happened after the implantation of the Apodean Nymph. The few days before that she had managed to cover, it not being too different from what she had used to do to maids herself, when they displeased her too severely... but the few hours between implantation and rescue?

Tears ran down her cheeks at the memory and she staggered back from the railing. Hitting the castle-wall, she sank through her legs and curled up on the cool stones.

She would not survive a repeat of it, certainly not several! Her mind would be destroyed before the first one was born... and it would not even save her! Her healing was subconscious, so as long as they could keep her body alive, they could keep using her for more!

Moaning in mental agony, she struggled back to her feet, trying to stumble back into the house. At least Mother Miranda would avenge her... she hoped. Oh, what of her girls!? They would be heartbroken! Even now, a good month after she woke, they still had not recovered themselves from the entire event. Once in a while, she would find them just hovering near her. Ereina still seemed guiltridden for what her nature had driven her to do. How would her little mushroom handle the knowledge that it was happening again? And Frederika...

Collapsing into an alcove, the Dimitrescu Matriarch whimpered into her knees. "God... please..." Tucking herself into the opening as much as she could, she curled around her stomach. Part of her wanted to make arrangements for someone to just kill her if it ever came that far, but who would do it? Even Heisenberg, who once acted like he was just waiting for an excuse to end her, cared now. Much like the other two, her brother regularly visited... not to mention the security measures he was developing all over the place. He would not render all that effort wasted by killing her.

Why... why had they made their creations be like that!? Pain shot through her lip when she bit it hard enough to draw blood, the wound healing the moment she pulled her teeth free.

She had actually spend some time in her library, looking up where that accursed name had come from. It had fit, so now she dreaded when Mother realized the meaning of the name. Would she be able to handle that pity? That grief? That rage!? She wasn't certain and she didn't want to consider it a possibility. She could not think of a single of her family-members that would take that well in any form or way.

And yet... and yet, she probably had to. Sooner or later someone would come here and whether they were successful in taking her or not, chances were that it would drag out that last bit into the open regardless.

The thought hurt, Lord did it hurt! Bless Frederika for not revealing the intrinsicaties of Nymph-incubation to the others. Had the older Nymph done that, it might just have broken her completely. At least now, she could try to prepare herself for it... if there was a way to prepare for something like that. She would have to find a way. She would find a way. She had no choice. Her daughters would suffer enough with just the knowledge without their mother having broken down completely because she was unable to handle the memory.

Alcina roughly wiped away the tears running down her cheeks, looking along the corridor with empty eyes. Was it that different from the cadou? Surely not... surely yes. Aside from Moreau - perhaps - the cadou took just a few days to settle into a painless equilibrium. Somehow, she was certain that had been not been comatose, she'd have suffered agony throughout her entire... 'pregnancy'. The fact that Frederika had killed twenty-one people in her growth made it quite clear that it lasted throughout the entire period of growth.

Shuddering, she looked out the nearby window. "God... if they get me, let them not find out how to keep me alive." Rubbing her eyes, she realized she had to get down to her family before they started looking for her. After a brief stop in her rooms to fix up her make-up, all these tears had probably ruined it.

Taking a deep breath, she hoisted herself up and stumbled over to the window. Up above, summer storm clouds were gathering, thick and heavy with rain that would get poured out over the mountainsides soon. Well, she could blame that on her ruined looks if the girls spotted her before she reached her rooms.

But why did they feel prophetic?