Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

Warnings: AU, Mention of torture & forced pregnancy, Blood, Maternal Miranda

Chapter: 9

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

Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards

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"Weird place." Ethan pushed open the gate, looking up at the building.

"You sure your wife said she'd be here?" Karl tucked his hands into his pockets, toying with the scrap metal he had in there. He held out a hand to his sister.

She took his hand, winding their arms together. "There's something in the air here, Karl." She whispered it, watching as their companion knocked on the door and it fell open at his touch.

"No shit." He tipped his head back to look up, then shared a glance with her. "I assume it's not you?"

"Not yet." She chuckled, following into the house. "Oof, looks like your place, brother."

"Oy." He swept past her when noticing that their Los Angeles... decoy was already several rooms in. "Dude, do you have a plan or are you just intending to storm through the house?"

"Until I find someone, yes." Karl's eyebrow quirked at the answer, throwing a telling glance at the woman now behind him. Well, they knew someone else like that.

They passed several rooms, but those were empty and the American only stopped at what looked to be the entry-point to the basement.

"We're going down there?" Donna wondered, sweeping her dress aside so she could look more down.

"Yes." Before they could even speak, the other was already halfway down the ladder.

"Eesh, someone's a touch crazy." Karl muttered in low Romanian, grinning when some of the spurs broke. "I guess I can see why there's the stereotype of Americans going in guns blazing, the only reason this dude doesn't is because he doesn't have guns with him." He chuckled, crouching down, mentally calculating the distance they'd have to cross without a ladder now. "I'll jump down and catch you, unless you prefer waiting up here."

"I really don't like the air here, I'm going with you." She briefly tugged at her veil. "It feels like my air, Karl, but it's not mine. I want to be sure you don't fall under something."

"Oof, I wish Mother had been able to tell us what our sister can do." He looked down. "Dude, move a bit, with the ladder like that, I am jumping." Once he was certain there was enough room, he slid down the edge, landing hard on the muddy ground down below. "Is this a normal cellar? We usually give ours floors." At his beckon, Donna followed his lead, landing perfectly in his arms.

"Something's up." Between the gloom and the pollen - by now well in his system - there was no acknowledgement of her briefly-revealed Cadou-scar.

"And this is a dead end." Donna pointed out, crossing her arms. "Unless we go through this water, I suppose." She gestured to a submerged bit under stairs that led up.

"Yes."

"Ethan, for fuck's sake, wait a moment!" The second son of Mother Miranda hissed. "Starting to wonder if we should be following him still. If not for our Cadou, we'd have gotten fifty diseases by the end of this if this is indicative of how this entire thing is going to go."

"We can trip him into any trouble we encounter." He couldn't see his sister's face, but he heard her distaste clearly in her voice. Alcina was the one who insisted on perfect etiquette and bearing, but Donna's place was always well-kept as well. Going through murky swamp-cellar-water had to rank very low on her list of acceptable evening activities. Even he was feeling rather dubious about this, and his factory gave mold nightmares, if he had to believe their eldest surviving sister.

"Well, no way but through at this point." They could only hear the other man sloshing through the muck ahead of them. "I do hope this house has a working shower."

"I hope it's got our sister, because if I went through this for nothing..." Behind him, Donna took a deep breath, groaning softly as she followed as well. Thankfully, long exposure to general Cadou-experiments kept them both from puking at the feel and smell of the place. "I hope he doesn't wash the pollen completely off, I only have so much."

By the time they caught up, he was in what once had been a locked cell, if the cut chain on the floor was any indication.

"Who are you?" Whatever the woman had been saying before they appeared in her line of sight, she had been surprised out of. "Ethan, what...? Who are these people?"

They had found Mia Winters... but there was no trace of their sister, that they could spot... yet.