Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: Chapter 48
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Four months later, as the Romanian winter-cold was creeping its' freezing fingers over the land Frederika woke up her mother, slipping into the luxurious bedroom shortly after morning. Snow was being whipped against the glass as the older woman heaved herself up. By now, her stomach was massive, even for her own size. If not for her own increased strength, she'd most likely have become completely bedbound several weeks ago. Frederika wondered if a proper Nymph was born with an adult-body. It was becoming more and more likely, considering the visible development.
"Yes, mica mea bijuterie?" Alcina looked down, one hand on the bloated part of her frame as she slowly got out of bed.
"Third says birth soon." The red-clad girl informed her softly, arms crossed in front of herself, standing just inside the door of the room.
"Oh..." Halfway up onto her feet, the older woman sank back down again, sitting on her bedside. "I see." She had been told of the traumatizing birth of Ereina, of how it nearly broke her bones. "When?"
"Couple days, most. Four at latest, Third think."
"I see." The matriarch looked at the window, frowning. "Who else knows already?"
"Ereina." Frederika knew why she asked. "No others."
"Good." Her mother dragged herself up, reaching for the long bathrobe hanging over the footend of the bed. "Thank you for informing me. Tell your sibling I would like three."
"Yes." This time, she could not oblige with her mother's desires. As her mother's handmaid entered the room to assist her mistress in getting ready, the eldest Nymph slipped out of the room again. Her elder sisters were trapped in the castle and grandmother had left it to return her own home a month ago. And while she and Ereina were not as weak to cold as their older siblings, they would still be hindered if... when their mother left the building.
Frowning, she skipped down the stairs and then continued on to the small closet in their front hall, where she tugged out the furcoat aunt Donna had made her when winter got close. She had no desire to become an amber-statue until someone found her and put her beside a source of warmth. It probably would not harm her as such, but it'd be problematic nonetheless.
Tucking herself into the coat, she opened the door to the hallway that would lead her outside by some other way than the frontdoor. If Mother saw her, she'd probably realize why she was leaving the castle all of a sudden.
And while the cold did make her sluggish, she did not feel it, so she soon arrived at the small mansion tucked into the mountainside. She was hobbling already, so soon it probably would be too cold for her to get anywhere outside without assistance.
"Little Frederika." Donna greeted her when she knocked on the door, opening it to allow her in. "The fire is on in the backroom."
"Thank." She neatly hung her coat on one of the lower hooks - which she suspected had been specifically added for her and Ereina - and headed for the room in question where she tucked herself into the chair to regain her flexibility.
"So what brings you here?" Her aunt asked, appearing with a blanket and a hot waterbottle. She gratefully cocooned herself into the blanket, tucking the waterbottle against her chest.
"Third soon birth." She relaxed when the older woman gently padded her hair with a towel to remove the snow.
"Oh..." The padding of her hair stopped, towel lowering a bit.
"Think Mother planning thing." The Nymph added, looking up at the veil-clad face of her hostess. "Ask specific number of days."
"I see." The towel was carefully put on top of her head. "Yes... that does sound like she is planning something." Lady Beneviento headed over to the window, looking outside towards the snow. "How many days?"
"Three."
The Dollmaker hummed softly, summoning Angie with a thought. The doll clambered onto the chair with Frederika. "If she asks, you came here to play with Angie."
"Yes." She obediently nodded, folding her face into a grin. Playing with Angie was fun, even if Angie usually cajoled her into turning into something that could be ridden... She wondered if there was a specific reason that that also included the others of their family. "Need bit." She informed the doll as Donna left the room in a rush of black fabric.
"I guess we can't have you shatter." The bride's dress billowed a bit as the porcelain form jumped down again. "Not a fan of puzzles."
"Me or you?" She poked out her tongue, snuggling into her blanket-cocoon.
"Hey!" The small form frowned, looking as if she was trying to puff up to look larger. Considering she was made of solid porcelain, it did not work.