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Feathers and Blood (Mother Miranda x Fem MC)

The roar of the market is deafening, people haggling the price of spices and garments while blissfully unaware of the secrets lurking further in. In the furthest part of the market is a stand set up at the back of a wagon, the table is lined with various exotic items and dried meats hang from the doors of the wagon. The man behind the table is short and stocky, his belly protrudes from underneath his shirt, the buttons strain to contain the rest. He hands a customer a green bottle with a green cross in the corner and DISIFECTANT in bold, black letters across the top. He takes the money from the customer then turns his attention to an approaching woman, he combs his hand through his hair that is oily enough to power a car.

The approaching woman is tall, taller than any average woman with platinum blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. She parts the crowd with her presence, people give her a wide berth and dare not glance her way. A wolf stalking through a herd of sheep, each one hoping another is chosen as this day’s sacrifice. The man flashes her a friendly smile despite her cold, calculating stare unwavering as she halts on the other side of the table. She pretends to examine the artifacts in front of her, picking up an object to look it over before tossing it aside back onto the table.

“Miranda, pleasure to see you as always. What-“

The woman silences him with a wave of her hand but she still doesn’t speak, instead she glares until she sees him swallow nervously. She cocks her head to one side, wrapping one arm around her torso and resting her other on top of it. A dark aura surrounds her, the other merchants bring their dull roars to a whisper, sparing glances at the poor man about to face his doom. They’ve seen her before, whispers of the things she has done, will do, and has yet to do navigate this market quicker than fire during dry season.

“Duke. Do you know why I am here?” The woman asks.

“Because I have all of your needs of course! Have I ever failed to deliver? Everything you want, everything you need, I can get. What is it today?”

“You could not be more incorrect, I am here in regards to my previous purchase. You said, and I quote, ‘the most potent substance out there. Untraceable, undetectable, and can bring down a fully grown, bull elephant with a single drop.’ Does that sound familiar?”

“Ah yes, the Tetrodotoxin I remember.”

“Quiet.” She orders, “that pathetic excuse for a toxin could not kill a newborn babe. I intended to kill you when I arrived but I concluded I would not be who I am if I was not fair; so, I’ll give you a chance to remedy your mistake, then decide if I’ll still kill you or not.”

The Duke’s eyes flash for a split second with fear, he knows she is true to her word. His eyes dart to the other stands but none of the sellers look his way, this is business as normal. There’s a reason this street is nick-named the ‘red-bricked road’; there was a time when the stone was pristine, but now sports a dingy, dulled, red from the copious amount of death it has witnessed. He swallows again and tries to think quickly, he’s not one to give up money so easily so option 2 it is. He leans over and picks up the green bottle of medicine, sporting it in the air and flashing his best smile.

“This here is the world’s most powerful disinfectant. I know someone like you could benefit from it, no matter the ailment this will fix it. It’s not just a disinfectant but a cure-all for anything that ails you. The entire case, worth millions can be yours.”

A bead of sweat runs down the side of his face, Miranda doesn’t bother to look at the bottle but keeps her gaze on him. Normally he’s very good at reading people, seeing the wheels turn in their head but not her, she has as much readability as a statue. Then his worse possible fears come true, the tiniest sound, a groan from inside the wagon catches her attention. Any human wouldn’t have noticed over the murmuring of the crowds, but Miranda caught it instantly. Her attention targets the wagon, she straightens her head and tilts her chin up toward it, listening, and waiting. Duke stands there, unmoving and hoping she chalks it up to a simple creak, nothing more.

“What’s inside the wagon?” She asks.

“What? Nothing. Overstock, my laundry of course, maybe a few mice here and there. Some inventory, trinkets, nothing that would interest you and certainly nothing as valuable as this here-”

“You love to ramble when you lie. Now show me.” She interrupts.

He sighs defeatedly, setting the bottle back underneath the table before twisting to the back of the wagon and pulling the curtain back. The sunlight illuminates the interior to expose a woman with her ankles and wrists bound to the flooring. Miranda approaches the back and leans in to get a closer look; she must blink a few times to adjust to how dark it is for the woman blends in with dark flooring and walls. Her only clothing is a torn crop top, and pants with a tube going from her side into a familiar looking green bottle. Miranda scrunches her nose at the smell, it burns with every inhale and she brings her hand to her nose to block it out.

“Release her.” Miranda orders.

“With all due respect Miranda, she-“

The Duke didn’t finish his sentence before the air around him dissolves, he chokes and coughs to try and breath but there’s nothing there. His face turns purple before he drops to his knees and claws at the collar of his shirt, then in a split second the air returns and he sucks in a loud, gasping breath. After a moment of struggling he stands, reaches into his pocket to withdraw a key before heaving himself into the wagon. His weight causes the wagon to lean back and the woman flinches from the sudden intrusion, he pants and grunts as he unlocks the chains then shuffles back out.

“Come out here.” Miranda orders.

The woman stretches her legs, flexes her fingers and follows the order, she keeps her head down until she touches the edge of the wagon. She waves her hand blindly, looking for stability before settling on the wall to support her as she swings one leg after the other. Miranda watches the woman intently, seeing her clearly now in the sunlight. She no longer has the tubing in her side but there’s a very obvious scar where the tube was but no open wound. Her hair is black and matted, it shields her face from further view so Miranda reaches over to move a large mat aside. The woman looks up and Miranda pauses, her eyes are cat-like yellow in their entirety with two large, black irises. The longer she stands in the sun, the thinner they become until they’re thin slits, splitting the yellow down the center. She’s an inch or two shorter than Miranda, her skin is darker than any human with speckles of white around her fingers and eyes, she’s extremely malnourished but has visible abs and muscles on her arms.

“What’s your name?” Miranda asks.

“Inanna.” The woman answers.

Duke takes a cloth from his pocket to wipe the sweat away from his forehead when the woman speaks. Miranda’s eyebrow cocks for a microsecond before falling to its original place, if the woman’s eyes and skin weren’t enough then her voice was a dead giveaway that she is not human. Her voice is gravely, most likely from dehydration but it is also low and muffled like someone had put a pillow over a speaker. Miranda cautiously reaches out to examine the woman’s face but she startles back, her lips curling and causing her cracked lips to bleed.

Miranda retracts her hand then turns on her heels, “this will suffice.”

“You’re-wait, you can’t take her.”

Miranda turns to him warningly, making his swallow and simply nod in understanding as Inanna awaits further instruction. When Miranda turns back around she uses her index finger to signal for her to follow. She follows behind Miranda and stops when she does, Miranda doesn’t look at Duke and instead examines her fingernails.

“Tell me Inanna, what would you do to someone who conned you?” She wonders.

“In my culture the punishments are direct reflections of the crime. If I was promised something and given another, I would return the favor.” She answers.

“Hm.” Miranda responds, mulling it over, “well, Duke here promised me an extremely potent, and rare poison but instead gave me something as common as nightshade. So, I say it’s far I do something in return. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t care either way.”

“Hmph. You’re no fun.”

With a snap of her fingers, the street below Duke’s cart caves in and large, black roots engulfs the entirety before swallowing it below. The street restores itself as if nothing had been there, it happened so quickly that Duke didn’t even get the chance to scream before disappearing from sight. Inanna bristles, this woman is obviously far more dangerous than Duke ever was and perhaps it would be in her best interest to behave, or at least play along. Miranda and Inanna cut through the crowd once more, the nearby vendors, swindlers, and customers bow their heads in avoidance. Inanna contemplates running, but after the display she just saw, she doubts she’ll make it very far. The second they pass the threshold of the market place, a murder of crows flock around them causing Inanna to flinch away but she doesn’t get far before her back strikes a stone wall.

She looks around in a panic, her hands grasping behind her for stability and blinks rapidly to adjust from the brightness outside to a poorly lit room. At least this room has light unlike the wagon. There are anatomy pictures of humans, and various animals strung up on the walls and bookshelves filled to the brim that line the spaces in between; a large workbench stands off to one side with two tables in the center littered with things she’s never seen before. Inanna turns around to face the wall she struck, there’s floor to ceiling iron bars with only a singular stone pillar in the center. Ianna stepped back from the bars, on the outside she appears calm and collected but, on the inside, she’s panicking about being put into another cage. She should have ran when she had the chance.

“Can you read? Write? I know you can speak.” Miranda states.

Inanna looks at the woman, she’s now wearing what looks like a cloak made from feathers while walking around the room. Her face is covered with a golden bird mask that covers all but her eyes and hoops that reach to her collarbone, she has golden talons on her fingers that she uses to tap against a nearby counter. Inanna says nothing, instead opting to nod her head. She carefully examines her surroundings: she knows there’s a cage behind her, but she sees no windows but she does see a door. She has no idea where she is, how she even got here, and she’s far too weak to make an escape attempt now but it’s good to orient oneself. Although, if this woman can move about wherever, and whenever she pleases then Inanna has no chance against her.

“At least you’re literate. That’s something I suppose.”

Inanna takes mental note, this woman has no idea what she is and perhaps she can use that to her advantage. Inanna watches her pace around the room, anytime she moves too close Inanna scoots further away until she’s trapped herself in the corner. Suddenly a cloud of feathers rises and surrounds the woman, when the cloud falls the woman is gone with only the pile of feathers in her place. Inanna peeks out from her corner, scooting across the cold, stone floor she picks up one of the feathers and strokes it between her fingers. It’s been so long since she felt something this soft, she nuzzles it into her cheek before the woman appears once more. Inanna snarls and scatters to the nearest wall, clutching the feather to her chest in fear that the woman will take it from her.

Miranda kneels and places a plate with a cup of liquid on the floor, she then stands upright and takes a few steps back from it. Inanna and her stare at each other in silence, waiting for the other to make the first move but Inanna ultimately gives in. She slithers toward the food, crawling on all fours in a similar fashion to a monkey with a broken leg. When she reaches it she grabs the food with her entire fist and shoves it into her mouth then gulps down the liquid all within one go. Then she scurries back to her corner for safety, her eyes never leaving the woman as she does so. Miranda eyes the feather in Inanna’s hand but says nothing as she stands there, unmoving, if not for the shallow rise and fall of her shoulders with each breath then Inanna would think she’s a statue. After a pregnant pause the woman sighs forcefully.

“What are you?”

Inanna doesn’t answer.

“You can answer willingly, or I can force it out of you. Take your pick.”

“Excuse me for not being more forthcoming about myself just because you gave me food and water. Given my previous situation, I’m a bit cautious of the information I share and of your intentions. Also, I know nothing about you and you already know my name. It’s only fair that I obtain an equal amount of knowledge.”

Miranda narrows her eyes briefly, but Inanna cannot tell from the mask blocking the view. Miranda mimics the pose she had earlier, with one arm around her waist and the other tapping away at her chin.

“You can call me Mother Miranda.” She finally says.

“Pleasure to meet you Mother Miranda.” Inanna responds.

“I do not know what you are, therefore I do not have anything intended for you. However, once I figure that out, trust me, you will be the first to know what I have in store.”

“I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

“Then I guess I should extend the first olive branch and tell you that I did spike your food to knock you out so I could experiment on you. However, as you can tell, that didn’t work.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time. Doubt it’ll be the last.” Inanna retorts.

“If you won’t tell me what you are, can you at least tell me how you’re able to consume enough flunitrazepam to knock out a fully grown male without so much as a yawn?”

Inanna shrugs, “fast metabolism?”

Miranda huffs in annoyance, “very well. Be like that.”

Miranda disappears once again, leaving Inanna alone inside the enclosed room. She sighs heavily, although she wasn’t entirely lying about having a fast metabolism the drug that Miranda slipped her did, in fact, work. Not to its full extent, Inanna is coherent enough to at least try the nearby door: locked of course. Then she wanders into the cell to find a cot and curl up onto it with the feather still firmly in her grasp. She wakes to every sound, on high alert for any possible intrusion by Miranda knowing that once she finds out what Inanna is, it’ll be over. Perhaps she’ll keep her alive like Duke did, or maybe she’ll kill her. At this point, Inanna hoped for later.

After a restless few hours Inanna stirs awake to the softest whisper of a breeze, she flings herself up on the cot and flattens herself on the wall. Miranda stands in the open cell with another plate in one hand, a cup in the other, and something draped over the arm holding the glass. She sets the glass and plate on the floor, then tosses a blanket and what appears to be clothes onto the cot. She turns away and strides into the main room, shuffling around some paper and other various items before settling in one spot. Inanna sniffs at the plate curiously.

“It’s not drugged. Not this time. Don’t shove it all in this time, slow down otherwise you’ll choke. No one is going to take it from you.” Miranda states firmly.

Inanna picks at the food, her stomach betrays her hunger but she forces herself to eat it slowly to taste for any inconsistency. She drowns the water then scuttles over to the cot, she rummages through the clothing and begins to strip by taking her shorts off first. Miranda has given her some pants, socks, newer looking shoes, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Inanna picks up a garment with two half cups and some straps, she’s never seen something like this before and forgoes it.

“So you’re a winged beast.”

Inanna whips around, throwing the shirt in her hand only for it to flail onto the ground pathetically. Miranda looks at it then Inanna who stands there shirtless but unashamed, Miranda kneels and picks up the shirt then holds it out. Inanna stands there, eyeing the shirt then Miranda before taking a careful step forward and yanking the fabric away.

“How do you figure?” Inanna asks.

Miranda says nothing and instead her feathered cloak transforms into six black wings that stretch themselves out until they hit the ceiling and floor. No longer in her winged cloak she is now in a long black dress with a white and black piece of fabric around her shoulders, she also has a golden halo behind her head. Inanna hisses softly at the sudden change but stares at the wings, they don’t look like traditional feathers; they look flowy, almost water-like while floating in the air and moving on their own. More importantly, Inanna wants to touch them very badly.

As suddenly as they appeared, they reform around Miranda and turn back into her feathered cloak. She stands there expectantly; she gave some information so now Inanna must give something up too. She ponders, how much can she reveal while still keeping her identity a secret. Instead, she’ll dance around the subject, she knows what Miranda wants now and she can give her everything but that.

“I do have wings, yes. My name dates back to the Mesopotamian era, and I’ve been told it was the name of the goddess of the sky.”

Miranda hums then leaves the entrance of the cell to return to her work, Inanna finishes dressing then pokes her head out. Once she determines that Miranda isn’t moving from her spot she creeps up beside her and slides the feather onto the counter top. Miranda pauses her work and eyes the feather, she chuckles under her breath then scoffs a little.

“What use do I have for a feather?”

“You gave me something so, now I must give you something. This is all I have.”

For once, Miranda takes pause. She picks up the feather and examines it, she has thousands of feathers but for some reason, she can’t help but stare at this one in particular. She tsks and slides the feather back to Inanna.

“A simple ‘thank you’ would suffice.”

“Thank you.” Inanna whispers before taking the feather back and holding it to her chest.

“You’re welcome. You’re being treated far kinder than I normally would treat the creatures I bring down here. By now you would have been cut open, examined, studied, and maybe I would even try the Cadou on you. However, you fascinate me more and, from how the Duke acted I would say you are very valuable, then perhaps you’re better off alive.”

“What is a Cadou?”

Miranda’s eyes flash for the briefest moment, “want me to show you?”

Inanna nods and the corner of Miranda’s mouth cracks into a smile before she turns from her reading and guides Inanna to a nearby cabinet. Miranda kneels down to open it and pulls out a large jar with a fetal looking mass inside. Miranda spends hours explaining what it is, how she created it, why she created it, and Inanna simply listens. Occasionally she asks a question that sends Miranda into another frenzy of excitement, it even gets to the point where Miranda brings out a chalk board and begins to illustrate her points. She shows pictures of past experiments which make Inanna tit her head curiously whereas most people find the graphic, surgical details disturbing.

“I see you’re not phased by human experimentation.” Miranda comments.

“Why would I? Humans are the reason my species is nearly extinct. Last I heard, there is only about five of us left. Including me.”

Miranda contemplates Inanna’s words carefully, so she’s a winged creature with extraordinary healing capabilities, and her species would be classified as extremely endangered. She changes the subject and proceeds to continue her lecture on how she created the Cadou, how she experiments with it, and most importantly, how she intends to use it. Inanna barely understands any of it, mostly because Miranda keeps using words like: gene, allele, autosomal dominate disorder, and other phrases that Inanna doesn’t know. However, she’s content listening to Miranda ramble on about whatever it is she’s rambling about. Duke barely spoke to her and when he did, it was often a command or order. It wasn’t until Inanna yawned that Miranda finally pauses, the feathers on her cloak rustle.

“Oh my…I’ve been talking at you all day. I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Inanna eats her food given to her and Miranda bids her goodnight; now that she knows what Miranda is passionate about, she knows how to keep her occupied. Inanna asks questions, and over the next few days, or possibly weeks, it’s hard to tell with no clock or windows, Inanna and her fall into a sort of comfortable routine. At one point, Miranda unlocks the door to allow Inanna to use a bathroom instead of a bucket, and to finally bathe. Since then, Miranda hasn’t asked Inanna what she is, nor has she bothered to try and learn more about her. Anytime Miranda tries to flip the narrative, Inanna gives her generic answers or answers the question indirectly without giving too much away. Although, Inanna is slowly lowering her walls around the strange, bird woman because she enjoys how excited Miranda gets when speaking about her experiments.

Miranda caught on to how much Inanna enjoys feathers and slowly started leaving various kinds of feathers around her lab for Inanna to find. She sees Inanna stash them underneath her mattress and catches glimpses of her rubbing them against her face. Miranda briefly mentions her daughter, how she passed away and Miranda is trying to get her back. Inanna remains extremely quiet during this part, she fiddles with the bottom of her shirt while Miranda speaks but the conversation is short lived. Miranda doesn’t speak to her over the course of a few days and seemingly avoids Inanna altogether by leaving her food, water, and nothing else. When Miranda finally returns to the lab Inanna fiddles with a tube of green liquid, she holds it up to Miranda who hesitantly takes it.

“What is this?” She asks.

“My blood. You shared something very personal with me, it seems only fair I share something with you.”

Inanna doesn’t bring up her daughter again, but this act seems to appease Miranda and she goes to work studying the blood sample. It’s like no blood she’s ever seen, or been documented but it shares the same markers as lizards and birds do. Her white blood cell activation is faster than the speed of light which makes her immune to all diseases and why she didn’t react to the knock out drug. This is also how she’s able to heal to incredibly quickly, and why Duke was selling her blood as a cure-all. It still leaves her with more questions than answers but now she has a new hyper fixation: what is Inanna, and how can she be used to bring back her daughter? Sometimes Miranda forgets Inanna is there until she suddenly pops up and startles the priestess.

It seems her blood sample did more harm than good because Miranda has been obsessing over it for days now and growing increasingly more frustrated. When Miranda seems in an especially sour mood then Inanna reads one of the books on the shelves and sits in her little cell. Today Inanna is stir crazy. She’s finished all the books in English that line the shelves, she doesn’t know the other languages and instead opts for pacing back and forth. Miranda tells her to knock it off so Inanna finds something else to occupy herself which only irritates Miranda more.

“How about you make yourself useful instead of fiddling with everything like a child!” Miranda snaps out, her hands slamming down on the table.

“Just how do you expect me to do that?”

“Get samples or something. Either help me or get out!”

Miranda points to a tray of empty tubes, Inanna picks them up and looks between the tubes and Miranda. Slowly she backs away toward the door, careful not to drag her feet as she nears it. Every so often she looks at Miranda then the door, this has to be some sort of trick right? She wouldn’t let Inanna go freely. Hours pass and Miranda grows more and more frustrated to the point she flings the things in front of her onto the floor. She messages her temples and groans loudly then swivels in her chair to not see Inanna.

Panic sets in, as does the realization that she may have just allowed her most valuable asset to wander free. Miranda flies through the door, she checks every room she passes and every hiding spot in the area before she steps outside. She doesn’t make it far before she stops in her tracks, before her is a very, large rainbow dragon. Not like Alcina’s dragon; this dragon is more stereotypical with four legs, leathery bat-like wings, a tail that’s whipping around, and a gigantic head with two horns that stick up. This dragon shimmers in the sunlight, its scales mimic the reflection of sunlight on water giving it a translucent appearance; and it is currently rolling around in the snow like a dog. It throws itself onto the ground, scrapes its back into the snow then uses its tail to flick it up into the air. It then rolls back over, grabs scoops of snow and throws it into the air so it can prance around.

Miranda clears her throat as the dragon is in midroll in the snow, it freezes with its legs up in the air before it tilts its head upward to look in Miranda’s direction. They lock eyes, their golden ones staring back into her dull, gray ones. This has to be Inanna. The forest, once alive with the thumping and crunching of the dragon and the sounds of wildlife, comes to an abrupt halt. Inanna tilts her head and looks off into the distance, Miranda listens carefully but only can make out the soft crunching of footsteps in snow. The dragon flings itself to its feet, and arches its back up, their scales stand up like a cat fluffing its hackles or tail to appear bigger. In fact, the dragon mimics a cat perfectly from the way it twists to expose its side while maintaining the appearance of intimidation. Miranda covers her mouth to smother a laugh, what a sight to see a fully grown dragon with its scales puffed out.

Out of the forest wanders a lynx, it sniffs the ground before making eye contact with the dragon. It copies the dragon by arching its back, puffing its tail, and hissing loudly while the dragon curls up to make itself even bigger before it unleashes an ear-splintering roar. The intensity of it vibrates the nearby trees and makes the birds all take flight at once. The lynx huffs and retreats back into the forest, the dragon shakes its whole body to lower their scales then turns to face Miranda. Before her eyes the dragon shrinks, the wings fold into themselves, and standing there is Inanna.

“Well, that would explain the feathers.”

Inanna suddenly makes a sound that Miranda hasn’t heard in over a century; laughter. Inanna laughs hard enough that she doubles over while holding her stomach. Miranda raises an eyebrow then smothers another chuckle before settling and hugging herself from the brisk cold. Miranda sighs, she has enjoyed having Inanna around for she didn’t realize how socially starved she was. She could easily drag Inanna back down to the lab, force her to stay, and study her further. Miranda didn’t know dragons even existed, this would cause so many break throughs in the scientific community and possibly be the answer for bringing her daughter back.

Instead, Miranda returns inside back to her lab, leaving Inanna out in the snow to do as she pleases. She’ll probably come to regret this decision, that is until she hears the soft pitter patter of feet inside the lab. An object clatters next to her. A dragon scale the size of her hand shimmers even in the warm lighting. Miranda picks it up to look it over, then rotates to face Inanna who is twiddling her fingers.

“What’s this?”

“I read that crows like shiny things.”

Miranda can’t help it anymore. She throws covers her mouth to try and smother the snort she unleashes while failing miserably.

“Is this because of the horde joke?”

Inanna chuckles, “sort of but also, in my culture giving someone one of your scales is a sign of loyalty and trust because it exposes our underneath. You trusted me with your science stuff and your daughter, and you could have easily taken me even in my dragon form. Yet, you were willing to let me go. It’s only fair that I begin to trust you. I…I want you to have this one.”

Miranda holds the scale in her hand, “I see why you were hesitant to share with me what you are. Especially after giving me your blood, I could have taken the path Duke did and exploit you.”

“Yet, you didn’t. Even after you found out about my healing abilities, I’m sorry it causes you so much frustration.”

“Hm. Well now that I know what you are, all the pieces are coming together.”

There’s a long silence between them before Miranda breaks it, “where will you go now?”

“I…I don’t know. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

“What about, other dragons?”

“I told you there’s only about 5 left including me. That was…years ago so who knows if they’re still alive or not. All I have is my memories but even those are beginning to fade. I haven’t seen another dragon since my parents died.”

“How old were you?”

“Mentally and physically probably around 6 or 7. I was raised in orphanages until I was raised in orphanages until they started to catch on that I didn’t age to the same degree then I was old enough to care for myself. That is, until Duke found me. You know the rest.”

“You’ve been without parents…for how long?”

Inanna shrugs, “I lost count after 70 years.”

Miranda watches Inanna and reads her body language, how shy and upset it makes her to talk about her parents. Miranda and her are not that far different from each other. While she’s been without a daughter and failing at every turn to find a suitable host, there has been a young woman out there without a mother for close to the same amount of time. Miranda places the shell onto the counter next to her then stands from her stool in front of Inanna before she opens her arms with the palms facing out. Inanna looks her over, her initial reaction is to run but forces herself to take step after step until she hits Miranda’s chest. Miranda wraps her arms around the girl and tightens until she can’t tighten her hold any further.

“Thank you.” They whisper to each other simultaneously.

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saintsofwarding · 6 months

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BURIAL

Epilogue

"Hello, Karl."

"Hey, Donna. A corpse! Is that a present for me?"

"No. She is not a corpse." A pause. "Is that a piece of my front gate embedded in your skull?"

"...Or am I just happy to-"

"Don't be disgusting."

"Heh." He yanked it loose with a wet crackle and tossed the bloody chunk of wrought iron into the snow. "So why are you hauling her around, then, huh? Can't be for the sentiment."

"You're much better at matters of the flesh than I am."

"Oh, I see. So you want me to put her back together, not saw her apart?" He snorted. "Waste of a good body is all I'm saying."

"Can you help me or not?"

"Guess it was you, then?"

"Me?" Donna asked, all innocence.

"Mommy Dearest went up the mountain but she never came down." A long pause. His glasses shone in the first of the dawn light. "Did you do it?"

"Yes."

Heisenberg smiled. There was none of his former gleeful malice in it, no bared teeth or mania edging madness.

"Huh," he said.

He seemed, for a heartbeat, to waver, as if unmoored, as if overcome. Perhaps to compensate, to do something, anything, with his hands, he reached up and hooked his finger over the arm of his spectacles, tugging them down from his face.

Donna lifted her brow. His face. Strange; she'd never taken him in, not really. He was covered in scars, a cross-hatch of them over cheekbones and forehead, glistening white through his beard-scruff, one nearly slicing his face in half. Had she ever seen his eyes before? She didn't remember. They were deeply shadowed, bruised, sockets nicked with scar tissue. And they were pale blue-gray, nearly colorless, clear as water when the light hit them.

"So many goddamn years," he muttered. "Feels strange. Too quiet."

"Yes. I know."

He wouldn't thank her. She didn't know if he was capable of such things. But he looked down at Elena lying still and cold on the rug Donna had used to drag her body from the house. The candlelight from Claudia's grave flickered over her face, her parted lips, her closed eyes. Her hand was curled around the remnants of the yellow flower that had saved them both.

"It's not worth it, you know," Heisenberg told Donna.

"What?"

"Giving yourself over. Surrendering yourself to what you can't control. It'll make you weak. And that'll be what destroys you, in the end."

Donna gave him a look. "Bold words for a man who let himself be thrown off a cliff."

He jabbed a finger at her, dangerously close to her nose. "Mention that ever again and I'll crush your fuckin' skull."

"Are you going to help me or not? She's dying."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Karl."

"What?"

She set her hand, lightly, on his arm. "Thank you."

He didn't pull away. "...Whatever."

***

Breeze, dawn sky.

The rustle of leaves.

The distant sound of birdsong.

She thought for a moment her eyes were closed, and she was seeing the veins in her eyelids. As her vision focused, she realized they were not veins, but branches.

She lay on the ground, on a nest of blankets and rugs and throw pillows from the house, dusty green velvet incongruous amidst the snowdrifts and fallen branches. And graves. She was in the garden, deep amidst the hedges, and gravestones rose from the snow, candlelight playing over the rime of frost that covered them.

Her mouth tasted of bitter herbs and medicines. Her whole body ached, but it was a good pain, a healing ache, and when she lifted her hands to the light she saw even her palm had been bandaged. She moved her fingers through the light. It felt real.

This felt real.

"You're awake."

Elena looked up. Donna knelt at a nearby grave, a candle cupped in her palms. She'd draped her mother's green velvet dressing-gown over her shoulders, and the earth at her knees was fresh-dug, loamy and dark as the night.

A recent burial. For whom? Elena licked her lips. "Well. I couldn't leave you like that."

"I'm grateful. Do you feel all right?"

"...Compared to what?"

Donna laughed softly. The sound was hoarse, lovely. Elena pushed herself to her knees. The wind stirred her loose hair. Someone had combed it out, had cleaned it, had sponged the blood from her face and hands. It all felt so clean. The air, the wind in her lungs, her mind. Like a great weight had been lifted from it.

"I do," she said. "I feel...lighter."

"He helped," Donna said, nodding toward the treeline. Elena followed her gaze. Heisenberg's familiar broad silhouette stood there, smoke twining from his cigar.

Elena paused. She lifted a hand. A careful, neutral wave.

He didn't approach. He just reached up to touch the brim of his hat, then turned on one heel and sauntered away, soon lost in the mist.

"He made sure your head was all right," Donna went on. "I do hope he didn't dig around too much while he was back there."

"I'll live." She rose, carefully. Her body creaked and protested; she felt ninety years old, full of aches and shooting pains, but she managed the few steps to Donna and settled by her side. "Who are you burying?"

"Violeta, and Angie. They deserve a grave."

Elena swallowed, remembering Angie's scream of anguish. "What you did...I don't know what to say, how to thank you, but-"

"No." Donna put her hand on Elena's knee. "No mourning. It was time. Now it's my turn to be alive."

She set the candle by the gravestone, and together they watched it flicker and dance in the breeze.

"Donna," Elena began. "I...um."

"Yes?"

"I should have said why I was there, back at the beginning. When you first saved my life. I should have told you everything. Maybe then, I could...I don't know, have saved my father. He was the reason for all this. Miranda offered this assignment in exchange for sparing his life."

"Your father?"

Elena nodded. She swiped tears from her eyes. "Now he's gone, and it's all on me. Saints- I'm sorry, I don't mean to..."

"Go ahead and cry. It's all right."

"No. No, it's not."

"What happened to him?"

"She took his memories. Did something to him...inside, I don't know. I don't know."

Donna seemed to consider this for a while.

"Well," she said, "perhaps I could help."

"...What?"

"I am good with matters of the mind. And with Miranda...missing, perhaps her influence might wane. Who knows."

She paused.

"We can all begin to dream again," she said.

Elena tipped her head back. Light had begun to spill into the sky, and it was clear as glass, all watercolor blooms and opalescence, clouds clearing from what would surely be a perfect winter morning.

"What will happen to all of them, down in the village?" she said. "Without her? We've been Miranda's for so long, I'm not sure any of us know how to survive without her."

"I do not know. I suppose...we'll all have to find our own way."

Elena nodded.

"Well," she said, "I know where mine begins."

"...Oh?"

She brushed a strand of Donna's hair, tenderly, behind her ear. "Don't play smart, Beneviento. With you."

"Hush," Donna murmured, smiling as she lifted her hands and pulled Elena's face to her own. "Quiet, now."

"My lady," Elena whispered, and captured her smile with her lips.

***

(Are you happy, out there?)

(Never mind. Don't answer. Let me tell you a story)

(You told me so many of your stories)

Once upon a time, as never before- because if there wasn't, we wouldn't have to say it- there was a mountain valley hidden from the world. The rivers and the wind spoke of crystal cities, and sleeping gods, and saints with wolves' heads, and conquesting heroes from a glittering past. Blood queens, and fish kings, and great sorcerers who sing to metal, and who can heal the dying, too, despite all evidence to the contrary...

(You held me like a sleeping child. My white limbs reassembled, broken and mangled. My gift all crystal in my skull. You gathered my pieces from the deep belly of the house and you took me through the forest, a procession like you once had performed for little lost Claudia. A funeral for a doll. And you buried me in the dark earth and at last there was silence)

...And of warding-saints, carved in stone, guardians of the valley borders for so many centuries, watching all who entered and left these lands. So many had not left for so long. But they were patient, and were content to wait, deep in the Black God's dreams.

A long time this valley had slept. A long time, trapped in amber. A long cold wait for the saints, a long time spent in only the company of their god. But they smelled the bonfires, at last, the smoke rising from the village at the valley's heart to fill the morning sky with the scent of ending.

Of beginning?

Perhaps they're one and the same. A moon sets, and a sun rises. Should you know the rest? Perhaps, perhaps. Though I think you already know the whole story.

(I hope you are happy)

(I miss you)

(But I see now it always had to be this way)

(Nothing lasts forever. Not even us)

(And in the end, you found a way to live, and I can't help but be glad of that. That was all I wanted, really, when it comes down to the meat of the matter.

Besides. I can't be angry. You're a part of me, little mouse, like I was a part of you.

So go on.

Live.

For the two of us)

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neuroprincess · 10 months

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Lady's Lover: The Origin of the Dimitrescu Sisters - Alcina Dimitrescu/OC (reader)

Prologue

Alcina Dimitrescu/Original Character (reader)

Fanfic Chapter List

Summary: Melina Mayer has always lived within the confines of the farm and her family, unaware of the atrocities of the village until she reaches age 22, when, by a stroke of luck, is sold to the Dimitrescu family. The girl immediately wins over the Lady, but discovers the dark side of life, her past, carnal pleasures and all that this can provide.

Warnings: OC (original character), swearing, period misogyny, implied human trafficking, medium violence

Word count: +2200

Unrevised

December, 1972

Melina sighs and rubs the cloth hard against the wooden floor, diluting the dirt from the shoes of the other residents in house. The boot prints have slowly disappeared as the cloth becomes increasingly muddy and sticky, the girl sighs again, because this was one of the last cleaning cloths cleaned and there is still much to be done. Her mother, a stubby lady with red hair and a serious expression, runs back and forth in the kitchen, alternating between preparing lunch and supervising her youngest daughter's chores. She gives an approving look when seeing the impeccably clean surface, the girl gives the work as finished and stands up, feeling her legs tingling from being in the same position for so long, and gathers the bucket of water to throw it away.

"Should I tidy the rooms or clean the stable?" asks Melina after getting rid of the dirty water.

"The stable first, feed the horse. Then tidy the rooms, Mihai and Lucian's rooms too, they are coming back from the village."

"But so early? They usually spend at least a week there." she thinks too loudly, finding strange that their trip was so quick, their return so sudden "Could they have done something?"

"Get back to work and stop questioning things that don't involve you." replies Tatiana snidely, showing irritation and discomfort with the situation, wanting to avoid the conversation that was coming "And don't forget to prepare Nadja's dress."

"Yes, Mother." murmurs Melina, a little resentful that she is being excluded from family matters again.

But she soon forgets that feeling and euphoria takes over, curious to know what her twin sister, non-identical and a few minutes older, would do, living completely isolated from the village and being a travelers' inn on a rough stretch they don't have many special events or visitors. So new or festive clothes are rarely used, just when something important happens. Like the marriage of the oldest brother, firstborn George II, with one of the village girls. A union that is a constant object of reproach for Constantin, the second son of the family, who swears to everyone that he saw her in some brothel years before. After them, there are Mihai and Lucian, two strong and flirtatious men, born only 11 months apart, that have become very close and are each other's best friends. Then Nicolae, considered the cultured brother, who prefers books and studies to the manual work on the farm. And one year after him came the twins Nadja and Melina, the first girls in six generations of Mayer's family. The patriarch was very proud and in love with his little daughters until the day he died.

"Watch where you're going, slut!" shouts one of the travelers at her, while accidentally bumping into each other on the way to the stable, the girl too distracted by her own thoughts and trying not to freeze in the snow.

"Sorry." she simply replies, ignoring the insults, used to this kind of behavior.

The man continues to curse, but Melina is too excited to give a care about him, besides, there are more important things than a man with bruised ego. She enters the stable, relieved that it has been barely used in the last few days, the blizzard seems to have scared off any fool who would have thought of venturing into the mountains. The idea of finishing the most difficult task of the day quickly cheers her up even more, so that there is time to talk to sister and gather information from brothers. Even though she has lived in the region since birth, the girl has never been allowed out of house, except for the trips to the neighboring farm with her father as she did in childhood, her life has been limited to the inn where she was born and the siblings and travelers, who have filled her with ideas about the world beyond the fences and the forest. She wants to experience everything about what she has heard, go to a ball, visit the fair, have a best friend, fall in love, kiss someone, make babies (as one traveler's wife shyly named sex for her) and, not the least, have a place where she feels at home. Of course the girl loves her family, all the siblings and mother, but since the sudden death of her father nothing has been the same. The house has become lifeless, Tatiana never again gave a smile that reached her eyes, George had to mature early to help his family, the other children resented fate, Melina barely remembers the happy and prosperous times.

"How are you today, my sweet Thunder?" she hums to their pet horse, a five-year-old dark brown chestnut. The animal howls in return, excited at smelling food coming from the girl's bag "You are such a gluttonous boy." she wastes no time in taking the corn and carrots, leftover crops from last season, and giving them to Thunder "Winter is almost over, soon you will be able to run around the meadows again. Maybe Consty will let me ride you this year and we can go to the waterfalls together to cool off. Just you and me."

Melina's favorite season is spring, when it isn't too hot and she isn't punished by the intense cold, daily chores become easier, illnesses strike less often and there is that pleasant feeling of the sun beating against her pale face, even the farm animals seem happier with the mild weather. During winter and autumn the farm suffers losses with the thick snow obstructing movement, nothing survives on the ground and the foxes wander silently behind the smaller animals, so the extra rooms in the family house are rented out to passing travelers, the farm being well on the way to the village, so they make a subsistence living in the cold season. Summer and spring are dedicated to cultivating and harvesting the large crops that the fertile land provides with the summer rains, so part of the food is carefully stored, the other part sold to the villagers and the duke. The money is not much, but enough to maintain the place and feed them for the next few months. The girl would be lying if she said she enjoys working in the fields, luckily Tatiana leaves her with all the housework and once the family is out the doors she sneaks out into the expanse of the farmland, climbing trees, running after the animals, napping on the grass and swimming in the pond. These are her moments of peace, the soft memories that she recalls every night to help her sleep during the cold. And also to distract herself during the work, in half an hour she finishes cleaning the place, a little disheartened by the fact that soon her brothers will be back with their own horses dirty with mud and pebbles in their hooves, making everything dirty again. She is putting the rake away when hears screams and a stirring movement coming from the main house, Melina immediately puts the chore aside, running towards the noise. She imagines the worst, like that brute who attacked her touching her mother or Nadja, drunken George making a jealous scene again, she even imagined Nadja getting naughty with one of the travelers and the more conservative brother teaching her some lesson. She knows how he can be, has experienced it in the skin in a literal way and there is a scar on her shoulder to prove it, the narrow mark of the whip etched into the fragile skin. Constantin can become violent. But nothing prepared her for finding a half-naked young woman running toward her, the two of them meeting in a crash that knocks both down in the fluffy snow. Behind them, Tatiana is red in an angry expression, George and Ingrid, his wife, struggle to control the woman as she tries to walk up to the girl with the intention of assaulting her. Nicolae, who is also half-naked, watches the whole scene unfold with a look of guilt and concern. The brute laughs and walks towards them, lifting the other girl in the air, only to throw her in front of the Mayer matriarch, Melina stares at him, trying to guess his next move. He doesn't look very smart, but he's not dumb, she would say, just not one of the best outlaws.

"Mrs. Mayer, your son just ruined my merchandise, we have to do something about it."

The woman tenses and pulls herself together, her son and daughter-in-law finally letting her go, knowing that she would do nothing against that traveler. He, known only as Thobias, uses the inns at least six times a year and usually brings with him about ten youths, in the hot weather even more, always more women than men. Of course they, except the girl, know the fate of those poor frightened creatures and shudder to think what is waiting for them when reaching the village.

"She doesn't have a mark on the skin or a strand of hair out of place, she's in perfect condition," Tatiana replies, trying to negotiate.

"This woman is no longer a virgin, making her useless in the eyes of the buyer, she is no longer pure since she has been contaminated by your wild offspring. No wonder you have so many children."

"Maria is not an object for you to talk about her like that!" Nicolae speaks for the first time in the confusion, actually yells at the man at the top of his lungs, defending the slave girl.

"Control your boy if you don't want one of my men to break his leg, Mrs. Mayer!" he warns, using a low and creepy tone.

Melina gets up from the ground, wiping the snow off her knees, and stands behind the man's back, not having the courage to follow, afraid to pass him after ignoring him in the stable and her brother acting like this. She takes two steps back, trying to get as far away from the scene as possible and be swept out of Thobias' field of vision. But the movement drags the dress against some branches, catching his attention, the girl feels a shiver as their eyes meet and he smiles.

"You know, she was one of the only untouched women in the batch, the purest, irreplaceable... except for another pure woman. I'm sure your youngest will do very well as a merchandise exchange. How old is she, 18?"

"She turned 22 last spring."

"She'll be 23 soon, a little older than expected, but I can't waste a natural and pristine beauty when I see one." he walks towards Melina and pulls her by the arm to reunite with Nicolae's mistress "I have an offer you can't refuse. One girl for another."

"And why on earth do you think we would accept such barbarity?" it is George's turn to intervene, overcome with indignation, disgust in his voice.

"It's that or I'm going to burn this whole farm to the ground with you locked in the stable, with Mother Miranda's permission." the young Mayer is confused and looks at her family, all startled at the mention of the woman "What's it going to be?" the matriarch swallows the lump in her throat and nods, turning her face away to avoid facing the daughter "Good! And I imagine young Nico will turn the whore into a Mayer, everybody wins, from what I've seen you may have grandchildren running around soon." he laughs dryly and grabs Melina by the wrist, she soon realizes what is happening and tries to kick him desperately, only to be slapped in the face, knocking her unconscious.

The back and forth motion makes the girl nauseous, maybe it's the hit to the head, or the throbbing pain on the left side of her face, but she knows she'll throw up soon. Melina wakes up slowly, feeling pain and fear, the transport runs over a rock and she falls off balance as everything shakes. The brute just laughs and writes something in his notebook. She watches where they are, realizing to be inside one of the carriages, just the two in this and the rest of the youths probably piled in the other carriage following them.

"Melina Celeste Mayer, 22 years old, 5'1 height? I'm guessing. You were born in March, right?"

"Why do you want to know?" she mutters, starting to get annoyed, he just writes something ignoring her "I didn't know men like you can write."

"And the bumpkin shows her claws. I'm more educated than you, slut!" he retorts and puts the notebook aside, analyzing her thoroughly, head to toe "If you talk to your Lady like that, I guarantee your head will be ripped off this beautiful body in seconds. Believe me, I have seen it happen... a lot. Would be a shame such a waste so soon, it's more fun when they endure."

"You are...you are taking me to die?"

"Accept that will be your fate, I've never seen anyone spend more than six months in that place. But it's no big deal, we're all going to die one day, you're going to die too young and I'm going to die fucking rich."

"And where are you taking me?" Melina questions, with explicit fear in her voice and body.

"Dimitrescu Castle."

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whereismycat · 2 years

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Yesterday I thought of making this Donna x reader fanfic and here it is.

Three months have passed since Mother Miranda left you in Donna's care.

At first Donna did not know the reason for the strange devotion that the Mother of the four lords had for you, but as time went by she came to understand it.

Your personality, so gentle and shy, the comfort she took in your presence, your voice, your skin that every time she could she tried to touch, it felt so soft, your lips that she so desperately wanted to taste and your eyes... eyes that she wanted to steal and make completely hers.

She knows that you are afraid of her, and more than annoying her, she loves that her presence gives you respect, but there came a time when she wanted more, it was not enough to caress you, to look at you and contemplate you, she wanted to catch you in her arms and fill you with those kisses that she wanted to give you so much, although she did not see herself capable, she thought that with time things would work out...

Until one afternoon you came home crying, Donna very worried came to you and asked you what was wrong, you answered that you were in the garden and you smelled a flower that caught your attention, you described how it was and Donna was afraid of what kind of flower it was...

"Y/N that flower has very potent toxins, you will fall asleep but please don't be afraid, I will be here as long as necessary to take care of you" Donna told you visibly concerned.

"Donna I'm hot, very hot" you said as you squirmed.

"Honey, it is one of the symptoms that make you have those toxins, please, let me give you a bath, I know you will feel better" Donna answered while her voice was shaking, waiting for your approval, you said of course and as your body was paralyzed, Donna started to take off your clothes, careful and calculated movements made her hands while she took off your shirt, your pants and finally she reached your underwear....

You became unconscious and Donna knew it, when she felt you so vulnerable she had the urge to touch you in that way she wanted, but no, in this situation you would not enjoy it and she wanted you to look at her while she made you hers.

Donna took you in her arms, she couldn't stop thinking about how sweet you looked all naked with soft breasts and your crotch, her mouth was watering just looking and feeling your body.

Shee put you in the bathtub and left you as good as new, when she finished she dried you off and put on new clothes, you ended up lying on her bed while Donna did something to make you feel better.

You regained consciousness and the first thing you saw was Donna.

"My love, please don't be scared, I had to change your clothes because-"

"Donna" you interrupted her.

"It's okay, I'm very comfortable."

The woman seemed to straighten up and gave you a tender smile.

"Well, I've prepared something for you that will make you better, please take it" Donna said as she mixed the medicine.

"Donna" The woman felt a sparkle as she heard her name again leaving your lips, that alone made her feel happy.

"Please stay here with me for a while."

Hearing you say you wanted her company almost made her cry, she longed to be with you but you with her? She would never have thought so

"And hey"

"Thank you so much for what you do for me....

I love you so much."

With that you completely killed the woman, she already knew this was the beginning of something much bigger, something she wanted with all her soul, you.

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freyanistics · 2 years

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Alright guys it’s time again

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Donna shifts in her chair in the holy chapel of Mother Miranda awaiting for the black god’s arrival. She could hear the distant talking of the other lords but her mind was elsewhere, on Natasha. It’s been three days since she offered her home to the former wife of Alcina Dimitrescu and expecting mother. Natasha had told her she found out a week earlier before she caught the large woman being unfaithful.

A child.

Donna liked children. She never been around them a whole lot but she did like watching them play whenever she went in the village. Deep down she always wanted to become a mother. It was why she made dolls and treated Angie like one.

It reminded her when she was almost a mother…

“Donna?” Karl’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as she jolts looking up at the ruggish man.

Karl stood in his usual attire wielding his large hammer as he looked at her through his round black shades. “You okay?” He asked her, slight concern in his voice. Heisenberg usually showed no interest to the other lords but out of all of them he did seem to somewhat care for the dollmaker. He just got annoyed by Angie whenever she opened her wooden mouth.

Nodding her head she made a gesture with her hand to reassure him.

“You miss her too eh?” He asked as his face fell a bit.

“Of course she misses her! We all do, hammerhead!” Angie’s voice rang out as she runs past him to climb back into Donna’s lap.

“Is she-is she coming back?” Moreau asks coming around from his seat shuffling towards the other two lords. None of them try to flinch away from him.

“She’s not coming back, fish breath! She’s probably never coming back!” Angie says as Donna nudged her. “What? I’m only telling the truth! Better be truthful than to lie!” She says folding her little arms.

This seem to set the fish like being into despair as he lets out a loud wail of a cry. “But but she said she would watch the little mermaid with me and paint the inside of my house like the ocean! She said she would always be my friend!” He continues wailing as he suddenly vomits up acid onto the church’s floor.

“Pull yourself together, Sal! She only left because of that big bitch! It’s all her fault!” Heisenberg snapped as he lit up his cigar.

All conversation ceased as the doors to the chapel opens causing all four heads to turn towards the newest arrival.

Lady Dimitrescu ducks under the double doors before straightening, her golden eyes looking between the others. Lady Dimitrescu was one of power and confidence. She was intimidating, calculating, and cold hearted. Most of the villagers feared her and the trap that awaits in the castle.

But the other lords now had something to hold above her head that was even bigger than her ego.

“Good afternoon to you all.” Alcina says making her way to her custom made chair.

Angie was the first to respond.

“Welcome back cheater!” She shouts from Donna’s lap.

“Well well Alcina I gotta give it to you, I knew you was low from the beginning but I never knew you were this low. “ Heisenberg said as he places his hammer down leaning on it.

“Say what you want Heisenberg, but you don’t know the full story.” Alcina grinds out sitting down. Now that she was closer Donna took time to study her. The first thing she noticed was her makeup was off, where her usual pristine white skin was now showed areas of bluish grey, as if the countess had rushed or just forgot to apply the makeup on correctly. Her eyes, usually filled with determination and fury were replaced with sadness and depletion. Bags also seem to have formed under them signaling she haven’t been getting enough sleep or was too stressed. Maybe both. She was still ethereally beautiful but there hints of unkempt.

“Oh well do enlighten us dear sister.” Heisenberg said grinding out on the word sister. He only referred to her as that to get under her skin. And it was working. “Was the sex life just not enough for you? Your appetite too big you had to fuck someone else, an employee of yours at that. Needed some of that young pussy? Wanted something new than the old? Did your little toy give a better sloppy?”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Alcina snaps jumping up causing Donna to flinch in her seat clutching Angie.

“Oh that’s enough?” Heisenberg shouted back gripping his hammer. “You always said men were low down dirty dogs that would hump anything that moved. So I guess in your books you’re one of them, a low down dirty bitch in heat who would hump just about anything that moves.”

“Oooooo.” Both Angie and Sal says watching the argument with gleeful eyes.

“Why you nimrod of a-“ Alcina growls out starting to unsheath her claws when the loud caw of crows could be heard from outside.

“Shit.” Karl mutters before going back to his assigned chair.

Quickly Alcina got herself together before sitting down, smoothing out her dress.

Everyone seem to go quiet as the room went still, the sound of crows still ringing out.

Nobody dared say anything else.

Not when she had arrived.

Black feathers floated in the room as the black god appeared seemingly out of thin air. Her bird like mask concealed her face, but Donna could still see her icy blue eyes looking at everyone. Analyzing, calculating.

“Ah my dearest children, it’s so good to see you all again.” Miranda starts, her voice oozing like honey. Her head turns eyeing each lord with fake adoration. Salvatore and Alcina, who seem to beam in excitement while Donna and Heisenberg were indifferent.

“I hope you two weren’t trying to kill each other while I was gone.” She says referring to Alcina and Heisenberg. The two shared a look before Heisenberg faced the different direction letting out a puff of smoke.

“No Mother Miranda, I can assure you none of that happened in your absence.” Alcina answers dipping her head respectfully.

“Good. However I sense some tension in the room, care to enlighten me?” The black god asks turning to face the tall woman from her podium.

Clutching the sides of the armrests Alcina’s face slightly drops as she answers, “It’s Natasha. She caught me in bed with another and got rightfully upset.” Her usual confidence was now replaced with a utter depletion.

Miranda lets out an amused hum. “I see. Anyone would be upset if they caught their partner sleeping around. But I’m sure you’ll be able to charm her back into her good graces. Hopefully she hasn’t kicked you out of your bedroom.” She adds before chuckling. The others stayed silent not joining in on her joke.

“I don’t think so, Mother Miranda. I probably won’t ever see her again.” Alcina responded with a choked sob.

“Whatever do you mean, child?” Miranda asks and Donna could hear the undertone of venom in her words. A shiver went down her spine.

“She’s…Natasha has left the village. She brought a plane ticket back home a few days ago, I reckon she’s already back in America with her family.” Cutting her eyes to the ground the countess shifts uncomfortably in her seat. She hated being put in a bad light, especially from Mother Miranda. She was supposed to be the perfect child after all.

For a few seconds Miranda didn’t speak and everyone could sense the anger rising up.

“You allowed your wife, who has the same power as you, to leave? Have you lost your ever loving mind?” Miranda shrieks before bursting into feathers reappearing in front of Alcina.

“Mother Miranda please! She snuck out when we was all asleep, my daughters alerted me and they tried to bring her back, but you know how Natasha is, she’s very good at outsmarting people.” Alcina says looking at the black god with pleading eyes.

A choked sob escapes from her lips as the cloaked woman grabs the countess by the throat pulling her in closer to her masked face.

“So she was able escape from your so called excellent huntresses of daughters? And she was able to pass the barrier without getting mauled by the lycans? I knew that woman was trouble from the moment I first laid eyes on her!” She sneered.

“Why would it matter if she left the village anyway?”Heisenberg asks as he watched from his seat. He may have hated Alcina but even this was going too far and making him uncomfortable.

Turning her head towards him still gripping Alcina’s throat Miranda’s cold eyes bore into him through the mask.

“Don’t you see boy? If the villagers hear one of the lord’s partners has fled it’ll give them the idea to try as well. It’ll put us all in a bad light and we cannot afford to lose the villagers’ devotion to us. It’s one thing for it to be some random foolish human to make an attempt, but this was the partner of a lord, they’ll start questioning our leadership. It doesn’t help that you couldn’t control her.” She snaps at Alcina.

“What can we do, Mother?” Sal asks, trying his best to get some form of approval from the black god.

“We’ll find her. She’s been gone for only a few days before my return, correct? That means she could possibly still be in Romania. And even if she is in America, I have my ways to locate her.” She says releasing her grip on Alcina’s throat as she sputtered and gasp for air. She faced Alcina with determination in her eyes.

“You are the cause of this little fuck up so you’ll fix it, have your daughters go out into the nearest towns and cities. If you have any form of contact with her family reach out to them. Do whatever you need to do to get her back here.”

Leaning in close Miranda whispers, “If you don’t it’ll be you and your entire bloodline’s demise. “ She sneers before turning to face the others. “You will also find her, report back to me on your findings. I’ll join in once I have fully recovered from my trip.”

Strutting back to the podium she gives the lords one last look. “I hope one of you find her before I do, I can’t promise she’ll return in one piece.” She adds chuckling darkly before erupting into crows.

They have been dismissed.

For a moment none of them got up immediately, too disturbed by the black god’s clear threat. Beside her Alcina quietly sobbed in her hands, chest heaving. Donna wanted to comfort her, to try to calm her down, but she had to get back to the house and fast. She had to make sure Natasha was okay. Perhaps she made a big mistake of trying to keep her here within the village. But she will do whatever in her power to keep the woman safe from Miranda’s wrath.

Even if she died trying.

Whew this was a long ass chapter, but things are heating up now. I hope you enjoyed. Also I tried to have it where they weren’t too mean to Sal 🥺

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