Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 44
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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She slept long, for nearly two days in the end. Her daughters, all five of them, did not leave her side, piling onto the large bed and curling around their mother.
Donna only briefly left the castle herself, just long enough to bring her dolls home with Karl's assistance and fix Angie. Then, cradling the large porcelain form, she returned to her sister's abode. Despite being giant, her elder sibling managed to look small when she saw her again.
It was not too much of a surprise, considering what had happened.
Once in a while, screams would echo in the quiet athmosphere of the building, reaching up here all the way from the dungeon. Mother Miranda and Karl were torturing some of the prisoners, but she had made sure they left the suited man for Alcina. They had not been able to share words about the matter, but it had been obvious that he had a more personal stake in what had happened.
Something Frederika had confirmed the one time she had joined the Priestess for the dungeons. 'Maker' she had called him, which had been more than enough for the rest of them to draw their own conclusions about the matter.
Karl had done something unspeakable to one of the prisoners, that had resulted in two others getting a heart-attack. Which had been an interesting revelation, because Donna would swear good money he had snarled something about 'his sister' while he had done so. But she didn't ask, it was something that could wait.
Settling on the bedside, she looked down on the pile of Dimitrescu's in the middle. Bela scooted some when noticing her, opening a spot for her to join the family-pile.
Looking over at Moreau, who remained on his chair, she joined, settling against her sister's upper legs.
Shortly after she had settled in, the door to the room opened, admitting the last two of their family. Karl murmured something, taking a chair himself, but Mother Miranda joined them on the bed, arranging matters in such a way that Alcina's head was on her lap.
Soon, the soothing sounds of a traditional Romanian lullaby wrapped around them and softly bounced of the decorated walls of the large bedroom.
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"Big Sister." She looked up at the taller woman. Alcina had woken from her long sleep, and was now wandering aimlessly through her castle.
"Yes?" They had not found her hat again, the black item having been blown away during their flight from the tower and still being missing, though two maids had been send to search for it. It left her sister looking far smaller than usual for some reason, despite not adding too much height.
"I am sorry." Donna's veil had been easier found, having been lost on the tower itself and catching on the balustrade.
"For what?" The white-clad woman turned around now, one hand seemingly always on her stomach, on the front of her body where she had been shot with the Nymph in her back.
"I should have been able to do more to protect you." In the end, she had merely been a liability, forcing the matriarch to consider her while fleeing. She definitely would have been able to get out without her.
"You did all you could." There was a new note in the older woman's voice, one that disturbingly reminded her of her biological mother after Claudia had died.
"The only thing I did was warn you. That is nowhere near enough." Donna held Angie with one arm, resting her other hand on the one at eye-height. "It did not help you in any way."
"But it did." Long legs folded, fabric billowing as the pale Dimitrescu Elder knelt on the ground to put them face to face. "It meant they did not get me, Donna. Besides... you kept me moving. If not for you, I'd have remained in that room like a trapped rabbit until it was too late. They'd have taken me and Frederika and Ereina's realization of my fate would have been too late."
A large hand curled around her neck, tugging her close and down into the large lap. "But you..."
"It is manageable like this." The taller woman cut her off. "I suffered worse when I was human... on a near monthly basis. And you kept me from feeling too much of that first hour. I do not like how it happened, but I... I do not mind it being like this... Certainly compared to how it was last time."
She tucked herself into the larger form in answer, wrapping both arms around her sister's chest. Angie slipped from her hold, settling against their legs. Alcina returned the gesture, only shifting to sit more comfortly on a nearby rug rather than the hard ground.