Category: Resident Evil Village

Rating: M

Couples: -

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

Chapter: 10

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

Authors note: Sequel to Cursed Summer Vineyards

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The two at the gates died before they even knew they were in danger. A small girl had stumbled up the road to the house, blubbering about the car being upside down and her parents not answering her.

They were mercenaries, not monsters. They were also not stupid, for all that that helped them in the end. One of them slipped through the gate, the other closing and locking it behind them.

The person nearest the girl died from a spike through their skull at the same time the one behind the gate ended up in 5 slices, alongside the gate.

The two at the front-door opened fire at that, not caring that a little girl was in the firing line.

They died before they could fully comprehend that their bullets did nothing but ruin the white suit of the woman that rushed them.

One's body was used as an impromptu battering ram for the double-paned glass door behind them, a spray of shards filling the large entrance-hall. The other learned the cuts could also be made vertically, on-duty armour not enough protection against claws that could cut metal.

The move of the giant woman was almost bored, as one hand shielded her eyes. The other flung the corpse it was holding outside, where it was swallowed by the earth.

There were three in the entrance hall, one up the stairs and two having come from the kitchen to her left.

If there was one upside to pants she'd admit to, it was they survived a sprint far better. Jump-climbing went moderately well, but the ebony railing only barely held her. If not for her using mainly her legs against the wall, she'd have awkwardly landed on the ground floor rather than the second she had aimed for.

The one up there had not expected the move, clearly, stepping back, though not far enough. They flew, impacting the far wall, blood splatters ruining the painting there. Their corpse nearly fell on the little girl, which had been trailing after the white giantess. The small form poked the body, ignoring the sounds of shattering marble only barely audible in a brief break of gunfire.

The wall over the kitchen-door was the next victim, two woman's forearms smashing through the drywall to follow the two that had chosen retreat.

Outside, someone screamed, sound breaking into muffled choking sounds. Below, the concrete walls of the cellar groaned.

To the right, four appeared, large guns aiming at a girl who looked like she could be no older than pre-school age.

Before they could decide whether mercenaries could also be monsters, and mar a blue frilly dress with red blood, the BOW their companions had died over a year ago and to a few moments ago, returned.

The pins had not held, the crown-braid now being a regular braid, draped elegantly - and unintentionally - over her shoulder.

A spray of bullets greeted the eldest child of the local-from-two-thirds-across-the-country priestess, but what had caused trouble for her once no longer did. The metal remained in her flesh, or passed through harmlessly to ruin the wall behind her even more.

One retreated, which had been about the worst thing they could have done. After all, which predator does not pursue when their prey flees?

One had their face bashed in by a knee when they did not manage to dodge on time. The other two flung themselves aside at the last moment, scrambling to their feet as their companion paid for his fear by being torn in two. Both halves fell silently, discarded like toys no longer holding the interest of their user.

The girl stood in the door-opening, almost the only thing impeccably clean in the room. Her little hand twitched, eyes flicking upward.

Two broke, too outmatched to hold onto hope. One was crushed under heel, bone and stone cracking. The second was thrown into the air, and gravity did the rest.

"Was this all?"

"First says she says there were fourteen."

There had been only twelve.

"Kill the last two."

"Yes, Mother."