Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood

Chapter: Chapter 49

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

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Moreau looked at the sight near his gates in surprise. What was Alcina doing here? In the first snowstorm of the year!?

"Privacy?" He echoed her request. "You have a large castle surely there's more than enough space for you to find privacy."

"And five daughters who do not leave me alone." She ducked inside his abode, filling the corridor without even trying when she straigthened. His house had simply not been made with her in mind, even without her substantial stomach. "I need some alone time without wondering when a swarm of flies enters my room or some mold oozes under my door."

He left unasked why that made her turn to him for aid, instead of any others. Donna had all called them to keep an eye out after three days. It had been three days now. Apparently whatever she had been planning, it could not be done in her castle so she had thought up the need for privacy as an excuse to leave. He hoped that she had at least informed her daughters before leaving or if the five were overturning the Dimitrescu home for their mother?

"I think I have a place." He answered her instead, deciding to show her a spot and then immediately inform their mother. "Errr... not near the frontdoor..." He honestly had assumed his younger sister had informed him out of courtesy... some kind of family obligation. Who would have expected the Noble Lord Dimitrescu to go to her Monstrous Brother Lord Moreau? "Or... with fitting furniture."

"That is alright." Oh, now he was very sure that this was not a mere social call. He knew their eldest sister and that tone of voice always spelled trouble of some kind. Did she even realize how open she could be to someone that paid attention?

"It's faster going outside." Well, in truth it wasn't for him, but Alcina barely managed to duck through the door, she would not manage to keep walking crouched down in some of the lower corridors of his domain. "But I got to get my cover first." He did not like the cold himself.

"Of course." She waited for him to return, hands resting on her stomach. Upon his return, he briefly thought he saw a flash of pain in her eyes, but she had herself under control again by the time he was close enough to confirm.

"This way." He ducked outside, whining at the biting cold. Had she really walked through this all the way here!? He hoped not. Leading the way through his domain, he had to take something of the long way around, too unsure about some constructions under her weight.

"This place." He opened the door to one of the better houses left; it still had all windows, but he rarely visited so it was only lightly dusty. "There's no furniture though." That had been looted a good while ago... He suspected Karl, but never really bothered trying to find out. He had had no use for most things that had been left behind by the previous users of the place.

"Thank you." She grunted as she sat down, thick furcoat large enough for her to wrap into it.

"Should I stay with you?" He fiddled with his bracelet, wondering if this really was what she had been planning.

"I prefer being alone."

"Alright." Arguing would not get him anywhere, so he left her after a short while. The moment he was out of hearing-range of the building - not that far, considering the snowstorm - he picked up speed, rushing for his phone.

"Mother." He still felt his heart race whenever he initiated contact with the Priestess and now was no different.

"Salvatore." Mother Miranda greeted him. "Fiul meu, is everything well?"

"Alcina arrived... asking for privacy." He automatically looked over his shoulder, almost fearing that the Dimitrescu Matriarch had followed and was listening in.

"Did she now?" The older woman demanded, something unknown coming into her voice.

"I showed her a building and called you. Didn't want to argue and chase her off to God knows where." Lord Moreau spoke quickly. "It's after the three days Donna said."

"It is indeed. Which building?"

"The one in the south with all the windows still." He flinched a bit at the realization that his noble older sister was in a room barely bigger than her toilet, probably... "All the others are worse."

"I suppose she figured no one would expect her to come to you." The Priestess muttered, reaching the same conclusion he had earlier. "Can you handle the storm? Stay outside?"

"Not for long." Perhaps he really had to ask Donna to make him a cloak as well as some point, but he hardly wanted to leave his home, so it usually seemed not worth it.

"I am calling the others. Go sit in a building near hers, guide me in."

"Yes, Mother."