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Hello! I absolutely love your writing first of all and how you express emotions in your words without much effort. And I was super excited when your inbox opened! Hehe

May I request a fic where Mother Miranda found that reader is the perfect vessel, but the Dimitrescu family were against using her in the ceremony cause they're their little baby (figuratively)? MUEHEHEHE, some mild angst perhaps and nsfw if it fits..

Dk if you're gonna see this, but love ya babes

Hey there, hon! :) haha thank you, hon! I’m real happy to hear it :)🙌 Absolutely! XP keeping this as a long list of HCs🥳👀

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Only a short while after coming to the castle did their inhabitants take a certain...liking to you

You find them hovering around you, always

Bela, who keeps an eye on you and summons you to her office more often than she needs to, scrambling to find any reason to see you

Often, you find yourself bringing her meals and wine just as an excuse to see the blonde woman

Cassandra, who is never too far from you, watching you from the shadows and jumping out when she feels like it

On most days she gives you nothing short of a heart attack, jumping out at you and snarling, laughing and giggling almost innocently and gleefully when your hand shoots to your chest and you scream, backing away and usually nearly tripping over something until you notice it's her

She never harms you. None of them do

Ah, but she does love to scare

Scare, and fluster after, when she cups your cheeks in bloodied hands and leans in so close you could swear her lips nearly touch yours

She'll murmur something about how cute you appear when your heart picks up like that, a little mouse backing away and trying to scurry off in fear, then standing frozen in place once you realize it is her

On other days you can't even hope to make out what she's saying, your attention entirely pulled to her soft breath against your lips and her strong hands cupping your face

Often, you find yourself trying to move forwards, desperate for the kiss she keeps teasing you for

She always pulls back with a knowing smirk, continuing the game of cat and mouse she so dearly enjoys

Daniela, who spends nearly every day with you

Usually, this means sulking about or telling you about something as you work, her voice cheery most of the time

When in a particularly good or teasing mood, however, she too enjoys flustering you

This is normally when you work and suddenly feel her tall body press into your back, her large breasts pushing up against your shoulderblades

"Do I make you nervous, darling?"

Yes, each time, without fail

She relishes in the little gasps she pulls from you, the flushed cheeks and pacing heart, the little stutters in your breath and how you attempt to lean into her if she as little as cups your cheek or pats your arm

You're usually left frozen in place when she presses a kiss to your cheeks, so close it would have been a proper one had you only turned your head in time, and moves away again

And even the Lady of the house herself, Alcina, seems to have taking a liking to you, albeit not quite in the way her daughters have

You find yourself treated better the more you prove yourself worthy of the three women's affection, often going so far as to receive a warm meal still- something quite uncommon among the staff, or even a room entirely to yourself- something you're certain the three must have convinced their mother of granting you after especially Cassandra and Daniela scared off terrified maids trying to pay you a visit in the evenings

All in all, you feel happy at the castle. Home, even

Consider your state of helplessness when said home is threatened to be ripped from you

A single visit from Mother Miranda is all it took for her icy blue eyes to shift to you

A single slip up. You should have remained among the staff. Invisible in the crowd

Instead, you step forward first, listen the most, obey perfectly. A perfect example of a servant, certainly, even in the cult leader's eyes

At first, you thought she might merely take you for a week or so, as she had demanded. Nothing complicated or even out of the ordinary, considering the woman would occasionally "lend" a maid or two from the castle to clean up once in a while

And while terrified of the aspect of leaving for any given time, you were reassured: most servants find their way back to the castle. The priestess has no need for them, and shows no interest- distain, rather- in their company

And at the start you took comfort in knowing the woman did not want you to be near her any more than you wanted to be away from the castle. You were sure, even, you could return home soon

Only did it not go down that way

After two weeks, Alcina- mainly on behalf of her daughters- inquired about you

And finding out you were to be sacrificed, claimed to be the "perfect vessel"...

Immediately, there were protests, even from Alcina herself. Polite, certainly, but protests nonetheless

You could only cower behind the priestess, not daring to move without permission. You learned even in the short time of being in her proximity that she allows no move, no talk, no anything unless given explicit permission, even more controlling of what she deems is hers than Bela could be at times

"Unfit", Alcina had claimed. Surely, not you. Not the one servant she wished to keep. Surely, a common human could not be what the blonde has looked for in the past centuries. Certainly, there must be others

And with that, a time of countless sacrifices started

You were taken back to the castle after hours of negotiating, held first in Daniela's arms as you watched one maid after the other disappear

An exchange, one life for many others. Some would return, terrified, scarred, unfit as a vessel

Others would be sent off to never return, leading to numerous stories among the staff. Some would claim they were blessed with a gift. Others would suspect they were killed outright. A few would even suspect they managed to escape, whereas the next bunch would insist the Dimitrescus were the ones hunting them down and killing them in the end

In the time to come, you're moved to areas further into the castle, tucked away and hidden out of sight, as though it might erase any knowledge of your existance

Bela insists, it's for your own good

Cassandra claims, she's keeping you safe

Daniela promises, they can't reach you if they forget about you

Alcina hums, she cannot keep you safe should you be taken again. But she will hide you, hoping you are not discovered until the next "perfect vessel" comes around

For a long time you see no one but the three sisters keeping you company

You're moved almost to the basement, equipped with your own room, scrubbing the grounds and polishing Cassandra's weapons most of the time

You eat at night or in your room, not granted to see the other staff members

Soon, rumors spread

Some claim you were sent to the basement to die. Others wonder: have you escaped? A few insist they saw your silhouette in the dark corners of the cellar when passing the stairs downwards

In time, you're sure, they too will forget you

Anything to keep you safe, you tell yourself

You focus on your work, terrified of the day the priestess returns to claim you after more and more die, unfit for whatever she has planned with them

But you are hidden

Words of your death reach the staff, originating from rumors. Words, which soon reach the cult leader herself

She demands an explanation, and Alcina insists: she has not seen you in months, as though you had simply disappeared. Seeing as your only contact has been with Bela, Cassandra and Daniela, one might claim the countess is speaking the truth

And again, it takes a while, but you do adjust

You're still home. You're still with them

Bela is still here to check up on you ridiculously often, insisting she came to check this and that, retrieve this and that, only to linger, to lift your chin and smirk when your heart races again

Cassandra is still here, is always around, still jumping out at you

Daniela is still here, her arms around you, her lips to your cheek

You're still theirs

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numbyday · 2 months ago

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ILL DO ANYTHING, JUST DONT LEAVEEEE!!

SANDMAN SEASON 2 IS OUT!!

This is not a drill.

Someone hold me back from pulling Lucy in a death hug and tugging Mazikeen with.

THEY'RE SO CUTE, KISS ME NEXT PLEASEEEEE

I CAN ALREADY SMELL THE FANFICS!!

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numbyday · 2 months ago

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SANDMAN SEASON 2 IS OUT!!

This is not a drill.

Someone hold me back from pulling Lucy in a death hug and tugging Mazikeen with.

THEY'RE SO CUTE, KISS ME NEXT PLEASEEEEE

I CAN ALREADY SMELL THE FANFICS!!

#the sandman #the sandman season 2 #sandman season 2 #lucifer morningstar #gwendolineuniverse #gwendoline christie #sweet gwendoline

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numbyday · 2 months ago

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New chapter out😚

Bela

I was bored so.. here's some art of my OC Carmilla x Bela (hint: it's part of an unreleased chapter of my fic) 😳

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numbyday · 2 months ago

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Birds of a Feather - Chapter 8

"Pop! Goes the Cherry"

Link to AO3

Word count: roughly 5k

(TW: LOSS OF VIRGINITY, BITING, G!P, SOFT BELA)

(A/N: took a moment there, but we finally see how Alcina is like when she's mad, and a softer Bela.)

A loud roar startled you from your activities with Daniela. It resembled a voice of a dragon spewing fire from the pit of it's mouth, the shriek of battle from a cerberus, the menacing whistle of death. Though it lasted for only a few moments, it was enough for your cold blooded terror, the hair passing your skin stood on end as the air was suddenly unbearably cold.

Meanwhile, Daniela had locked eyes with you. "I'll see what this is about" Though with guilt in hers for needing to leave, she scurried off to see what had angered her mother so.

The other maids shared your fear as Ingrid called for assembly in the main hall. Keeping them in appropriate lines, head down, shaking hands clasped together, and mouth kept shut, lest you want to agitate the beast's flame.

"Whoever has done this mess, I suggest to confess now. Before all of us perish." Ingrid had turned to the staff, her usual critical face was passed with worried lines, a frown on her lips and brows furrowed, glaring into every one of the staff under her. Mihaela had whispered to Stefania in the corner, both bearing rattled looks. But any noise and disobedience to line like virgin sacrifices were shut down by Ingrid's commands.

No one had the opportunity to answer as the sound of regal stilettos rang loud across halls, the small click and clack enough to send the maids into a frenzy of who has the luxury of the furthest spot from the front.

The small murmurs of "move!" made you stiffen in your spot in the middle, getting pushed as well in their rushed movements. Daring to look up into the sea of ebony and ivory uniforms, your eyes landed on Luthier on the far side, opposite you. Standing out as the only man permitted in the castle.

Thoughts ran in your head about what could've caused this sudden uproar, and cluelessness transcended to over-thinking. The key? Perhaps Luthier has ratted you out. He seemed kind, but in reality, any human mind is capable of manipulation and betrayal. Then Elena's help? You only hoped it isn't anything relating to them.

Buzzing flies penetrated your focus. Standing tall at the top of the winding stairs were the three daughters, all trailing behind, resembling little ducklings to their mother. Bela had her hand defensively at front just in the slight, to hold off their mother of any more abrupt attacks. Cassandra and Daniela eyed each other in a silent conversation but wisely kept quiet.

The Lady in mention, was fuming, you could almost see smoke trailing out from her nose. Eyes glowing golden, and if viewed in the right angle, the backs of her normally pristine dress was starting to rip, the cause unknown to you.

Once heels stopped at the foot of the stairs, all the staff gave a mechanical bow and a quiet greeting. You had scrambled to follow their movements. The siblings stopped right beside their mother, Bela reaching out to place a calming hand on Alcina's forearm, which seemed to bring her down to earth a bit.

"It seems" Alcina started, "that some impertinent, insolent.." the lady trailed off, as if to stop herself from murmuring out more colorful curses. "-rodents, have dared insult House Dimitrescu. To imply that we are simply fools, no fit for such a quality as loyalty."

"Is this how one repays our kindness? With rebellion, and.. thievery?" Your throat bulged with your gulp, cold sweat now trickling down your forehead. This was going down a direction you want no part in.

"I have gotten wind of one of my assets stolen, right under my nose." A few breaths hitched and murmured ensued, Ingrid glancing at the pair of Mihaela and Stefania who were the ones usual to such actions, but both only shrugged discretely. Elena glanced at you from her line, while Luthier had an unreadable expression.

"What was stolen were.. most delicate files, regarding my daughters. And, as coincidental as it may be, the wretched thief has included the files of our newest recruit." Your heart sank when all eyes landed on your quivering form.

The overwhelming feeling crept up from deep in your guts. The hall seemed to expand, to stretch into your horizon. The distant rustle of a maid fiddling with her clothing strap akin to nails scratching, dragging down slowly and relentlessly against a chalkboard. The lady's hard, suspicious gaze appeared as a ticking time bomb right before you. You had half a mind to shovel a hole six feet under and lay there until the end of time.

The lady's yellow hues seeped straight into your purple ones. The eye contact appeared to be everlasting. She leaned ever so slightly forward, letting the swell of her breast peek out subtly. You caught Daniela's sympathetic eyes to the side of the matriarch.

"Tell me, mouse. Were you aware of such acts?"

You parted your mouth but no word came out, you hadn't realized how dry your throat was until now. Answering nervously, paired with a tremble in your voice that made her brow arch menacingly. "N-no, my lady. Not at all." She would not trust easily.

"If any one of you has reliable information to provide, it would save me the trouble from interrogating one at a time. And I assure you, if it comes to that.. it would not be a pleasing experience."

Cassandra snarled when not one of the help answered. Stepping forward, twirling the sickle in her palm in threat and barking her order.

"Speak!"

The flinch at each of the maids made you wince. "T-the documents were situated in your personal study, yes?" Stefania had finally spoken, yet hesitantly. "I.. I believe the last seen attending to that area were.. Mia and Carmilla, mistress. We others were left with unending tasks, they must've seized the perfect opportunity."

Mia's eyes shot up to Stefania in disbelief and betrayal, while you scoffed at the absurdity of this woman. "M-m'lady, believe me, our intentions were only to serv-"

"And! I caught a glimpse of Mia lingering on the shelves." Mihaela cut the girl off and spoke too quickly, spurting and spewing words out as if an exorcist's chant, and seeming to add more to her friend's imaginative story.

One of the other maids butted in, wanting this to be over and dealt with, albeit a cowardice manner. "Then it must've been she, who-"

"Silence!" Alcina snapped once more, head twitching as sharp claws elongated from her once painted nails, the sound resembling a blade unsheathed. Her hand lifted and cut clean right through one of the unfortunate antiques near, creating a clacking sound as porcelain hit the floor. All in the room startled.

"The Dimitrescu does not settle with hearsay" Alcina's second form had seeped through the formed cracks. The rips at her dress growing, and one saw how something had slightly protruded, skin-colored and akin to bat wings.

Some had the instinct to run as the lady began stomping through the rows of their arrangement if not for the devil spawn blocking all exits. Not that they'd make it far, should they even try it.

"Mother, I-if I may. I had caught the little mouse right after she finished cleaning, and I had not seen any files in hand." Daniela said, it was uncharacteristic for the girl to object to her mother, especially when it came to blood.

"Daughters" Alcina cut through with her agitated voice. Cassandra and Bela moved in tandem, transforming into their flies and reappearing right behind Mia and you. Struggling wasn't an option as they quickly restricted movements by the fists curling around wrists.

You gave Bela a small pleading look but the girl looked away with a hard expression. But the youngest seemed to take pity.

-~-

Alcina wasn't one to get her hands dirty, but whatever document she has lost today has tested her. Relentless questions were given to you, bordering on the almost non-existent safety bubble of privacy.

Namely, regarding your location before the study, after. The search of your personal belongings and those others as well. The matriarch had almost snapped you in half when Helena confessed to witnessing Daniela eat a muffin. Who explained that the sisters cannot digest human food well, their fly bodies having difficult melting down denser foods that was not meat.

Alas, proof was neither here or there. But something had to suffer for the lady's sour mood.

Surprise was evident on your face again when Bela offered to take your punishment in her hands when Alcina sent both you and MIa to the cellars. Though reluctant and not seeing reason and purpose, Alcina astonishingly agreed when her heir insisted.

Sharp eyes steered to Mia, already being eyed by Cassandra like candy to child. You couldn't help but worry for the girl, unfortunate that no one else had offered help.

No one had objected when all were finally dismissed, scurrying off to tend to their own stations. Shaking off the fear and nerves. Though you had heard murmurs of a few more maids missing that night, and the busy noises down at the cellars.

-~-

"Mother always make a point to remind us of her strength from time to time"

Bela had said from where she stood pouring herself a drink and offering one to you. You eyed the red liquid suspiciously and shook your head as a safer option, and it made the eldest chuckle.

You found yourself in the girl's grand chambers after she thankfully dragged you away from the wrath of Alcina. Still shivering and simmering at the thought of the interaction, you huddled further into the velvet colored couch, grabbing at the nearest pillow and pressing it to your chest.

"Why me?" Bela let out a small hum at your question, approaching calmly, and sitting an arms length away from you to provide space. "What about Mia? She has done none wrong as well."

"I cannot provide safety for every threatened maid, draga" She took a sip of her wine, which she assured you was not blood infused, and one of the successful blends she has helped her mother create for the winery.

You managed to look into golden eyes, yours shaken but the nickname made the tips of your ears flush despite yourself. "But.. why save me at all?"

Bela sighed in thought, truly she pondered why as well. She wanted to act irrationally, to shut down your question and lash out at your supposed ungratefulness.

"It is not a decision I have fully thought of, I suppose it was.. impulsive" She continued to look off into the flames of her fireplace, downing the rest of her drink. Only to find your hand landing on her forearm, she turned her eyes back to you, now daring and no longer hiding behind the pillow.

"Thank you, truly. I do not know what the lady would have done to me in the cellars, I can only hope Mia isn't punished without proof."

Bela found herself smiling as her free hand landed on top of yours, she smirked while putting her glass down and leaning back against the couch. "Mother might be ruthless, but she is not unjust. And who is so sure that she is the one to punish Mia? If I were to guess, Cassandra would be more than happy to offer herself on that role."

You chuckled with her and scooted closer to the other girl. It was due to the cold, you reasoned, and not the sudden warmth you felt on your body when she did the same. You both sat in comfortable silence, letting the heat of the fire envelop your bodies.

"May I.. consider you a friend?"

The words came randomly and you almost berated yourself when the girl tensed up, her breath hitched from underneath you and your eyes quickly swiveled away, wanting not to experience the awkwardness that came after. One would be a fool to trust easily in Castle Dimitrescu. But you had truly thought your relationship with the sisters were more established than others, perhaps it had been an illusion?

You heard Bela let out another hum of curiosity, squirming when you found a firm hand land under your jaw, tilting your head towards hers again. What you found were the dilated pupils of her eyes, you can almost drown in their depths, gladly you would do so. They seem to be calculating, evaluating the sincereness of your words. No one had dared befriend the daughters of the matriarch before, and the ones that did usually had intentions for naught.

Eventually, she spoke. The voice a low rumble in her throat, something feral. "Why only the role of a friend, when we can be something beyond?"

Her eyes slipped down to your lips, now caged by your upper teeth from biting down. Bela had to stifle a growl at the bubbling blood resulting from it.

But alas, one could only have so much control. She surged forward until your faces were inches from one another, with thread-like patience she searched for permission in your hazed eyes. When she didn't find any objections, she continued and pressed her lips to yours.

The sensation was akin to the exploding flavor bursting inside your tongue, her movements were tender, slow and testing. She lapped at the blood, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of your blood, she sucked in your bottom lip in hers and kept eye contact. It was better than the damned wet dream you couldn't pry out of your head.

Eventually, the eye contact was too much and you closed your eyes just as the kiss progressed to something rougher. You leaned in for more, her tongue seeking, demanding entrance in your mouth and dominating your own. Her hands traveled from your arms up to your neck, a thumb pressing against your rushing pulse where she'd like to take a bite. In due time.

A gasp tore through your throat as she pushed you down the couch, both breathing heavily, until she nuzzled just beneath your jaw and your arms wound around her neck.

"Tell me you want this" Bela whispered against your ear, taking a small nibble at your earlobe. She might be considered a monster by few others, but she relished and took great care of ensuring that she had permission when it came to activities like this. "Tell me I'm allowed to fuck your brains out, little mouse"

You whined, the sound muffled against her shoulder, fingers gripping the fabric of her dark dress. You nodded quickly.

"Words, draga."

"P-please Bela, I want this. I want all of you."

Instantly, an arm wrapped under the higher part of your back, another under your knees as you found yourself lifted and carried to the bed. You yelped as she threw you unceremoniously on her bed. Smirking in satisfaction at the sight of you sprawled out and entirely hers on her bed. The sun had set in the time her mother took interrogating the maids, now the moonlight bounced from the gold accents of her bedroom to the defined features of your face.

No, halt. She musn't think that far yet, would you even consider the notion of being hers?

She climbed on the bed and scaled your body. Her hands placed beside your head and caging you in, a moment passed and she kissed you again. Hands now fumbling with your apron and the uniform you wore today. You were amused at the sound of utter impatience she made, gasping as she tore the fabric down and discarded the clothing to the floor. Leaving your torso bare. Your injuries had healed many moons ago but there were still some traces of Daniela's ferocity.

"Bela.." You moaned when she latched onto one of your nipples, the bud had hardened from anticipation and the cold air, turning into pebbled pink peaks. You threw your head back against the pillows as her tongue rolled around it, alternating from one to the other for equal attention.

Meanwhile, your hands found purchase of trying to tug down Bela's dress, you could not break the fabric as she did though and all you got was a smirk. She easily took off her long dress and threw it aside to add to the pile of clothing. Only left with crimson red undergarments which made you savor the vision a bit more.

Bela had an undeniable toned body, muscle lining down her abdomen, her biceps bulging from your point of view, and her breasts, though a bit more flat-chested than yours and harder with muscle, you couldn't resist but to reach up and squeeze. Which earned you another hum.

"Eyes up here, little mouse"

You grinned, a bit more bolder and she returned the notion. Her teeth left small nips and marks on your body, snarling at the faint mark of the bite on your neck, kissing at it. Tongue trailing down the valley of your breasts to your stomach, smiling against the small bump of it and turning her head up from between your legs.

"W-wait.." You suddenly said, which left Bela to halt immediately in concern. Wondering if she had caused harm or discomfort, she pulled back slightly. Analyzing and confused on why you wanted to stop.

"It's just, I.. I've never done this before" Bela was stunned, but a laugh broke out of her, not mocking, but a sign of relief.

"You are utterly endearing, my little mouse. Are you aware?" She reached out and caressed the side of your face as comfort. You were confused, but the nerves inside you slowly died down, replaced with the arousal pooling between your legs.

"Do not worry, I will not continue if you are not comfortable. But just know that with that knowledge, I plan to make this first experience.. mind blowing." Bela smirked against the skin of your thigh and you felt your cheeks burning red. Now it was apparent why your blood tasted so deliciosu. She wanted to show you the wonder of sapphic pleasure, to make this the first and most memorable break in, so that you should not seek pleasure from another but hers.

"N-No, I wish to continue, truly. I am only.. nervous" Bela kissed the furrow between your brows, easing you before she returned to her former position.

Turning her attention to your mound, she smirked at the sopping wetness all for her. She couldn't wait to sample such a delicacy.

"Then take it."

Bela delved in, tongue darting out and taking a tentative lick to part your folds. It resulted in satisfied moans from both sides. Your hands crumbled the sheets between your hands as she continued immediately, leaving you breathless.

Her tongue dragged teasing circles around your clit, never landing on the sensitive nerves purposely, then traveled down to your entrance, dipping the tip but not entering yet. You choked a gasp as her hand reached up to pinch your nipple and her mouth finally wrapped around your bundle of nerves, slurping and sucking it into the warmth of her mouth. Your eyes locked with her, although yours blurry with pleasure.

She made a warning noise when you bucked up into her mouth, hands going to your hips to halt any more jerks. It wasn't when her tongue slipped into your entrance that you cried out. Hand carding through her hair and pressing her against your skin. Her fingers circled your clit as her tongue dragged through your walls, earning herself more small bursts of your liquid arousal.

Bela hummed in satisfaction as your walls clamped down on her curled tongue, your legs already shaking as you sensed the oncoming climax. But she halted immediately, sitting up between your legs and hearing the whine in your voice.

You parted your mouth to protest, but all thought was cut off by a sudden finger penetrating your entrance. "Bela!" You cried out, walls fluttering and taking a second to adjust.

"Shh.. you do not want to alert any lingering maids outside do you, draga?" Bela had whispered, now leaning down to nuzzle your neck as she inserted another finger, starting with slow movements, in a come hither motion. She felt the tightness of your virgin channel, groaning at the feeling of your hymen stopping her fingers from fully bottoming out.

She grunted in frustration, rubbing the thin blockage before you felt teeth nipping down your breasts, and surely enough there was blood bubbling. Teeth were bared as she licked the crimson droplets off, her iris filled with the blacks of her pupils. "Mother said you'd be stale, but I think you're delicious.."

Then Bela left more kisses and marks down, taking your wrist with a silent plea. You eyed her confusedly, lightheaded. But you nodded, and fangs elongated as she leaned in. Nosed your wrist and took in the scent of the liquid beneath, she growled as her mouth parted and latched onto your wrist, the breaking of skin was expected but still painful. Eventually, the pain subsided and made way for your thoughts to slowly fly away, leaving in the trance completely as you watched Bela utterly caught in tasting your blood.

With threadlike control, Bela finally pulled away and licked the left over liquid at the corners of her lips with a feral grin.

"Are you ready, draga?" Bela said with utmost sincerety, you were now more lightheaded than ever, taking a second to process her question. This was the day you were to become a woman, your cherry about to be popped by your captor, no less. Finally. No, was that the right word to say right now? The girl is a hot, man-hating, vampire-like creature who is isolated in a dark castle. If she wasn't an immediate smash, you don't know what was.

Despite all rushing thoughts, you nodded, and she gave you a small glare for the lack of words. You gulped nervously, one hand landing on hers, fingers lacing together.

"Yes."

You were stunned when Bela's blowflies appeared out of nowhere. None touched you but the thought of them still made your skin crawl. The flies crowded her pelvis, taking into shape into something of an.. appendage? Eventually, the flies solidified and created new skin on Bela, forming a staggering cock between her legs.

"What the hell?!" Bela chuckled at your reaction and shushed you again, she had intended for the newly formed girth to be so.. abundant in length. Seeing the pure shock and subtle horror on your face made it all satisfyingly complete.

Time ran slowly, pain ringing in your ears, yet overthrown by comforting words and sweet nothings whispered against it by Bela. Reassuring you that it will be fine, she would take care of you.

Bela gently rubbed the length of her cock up and down your slit, causing a groan from both, sh needed to ensure that you were properly prepped. And your drooling labia was a dead giveaway. It seems you're in for a world of tease until she deemed you ready.

You kept your eyes locked on her face, the other girl was in utter and complete focus, as if terrified any wrong movement would bring you away. You had not wanted to appear so fragile in her perspective, and was about to protest. Only to be cut off by a sharp slap of her tip against your clit, the reaccuring smacks made you jerk and squirm, she found it amusing. But the wait was killing you, it seemed like she was edging you from the moment you lent her your coat that cold time.

"Bela! I swear if you dont star-" The head of her cock penetrated you smoothly, creating for a choked sound of out you. Bela looked at you straight in the eyes and held your wrists down beside your head. Her movements were jerky, but calculated.

Another sharp thrust made way for a scream that was cut off by her mouth on yours, she had stilled instantly and was determined to make you distracted with her mouth. Feeling, or rather scenting the blood that had come from the tearing of your hymen. A woman, you now were.

She kept as still as possible inside you, feeling every twitch and clench of your walls around her. It wasn't when you started whining and clawing at her back that she started to slowly rock her hips back and forth. It was painful, your walls were sensitive, and you had half a mind to escape her pin and squirm away.

But Bela insisted, angling her hips in search of something, while now holding your hand for comfort. It must be here somewhere- A cry tore from your throat. Ah, there it was. Your g-spot was quickly put the center of focus as she targetted it, the tip hitting it relentlessly, though gentle for now. Yet the pain disappeared rather quickly, and made way for the tingling sensation.

Bela held a smirk as she nuzzled the space between your shoulder and neck, she started to speed up slightly. The sounds of slapping echoed in the room, your muffled moans against her skin, and the small nips she made on your neck.

You felt an unfamilliar coil building low. Something that begged to be eased, desperately. Legs wrapped around Bela's waist as you sensed the now uncoordinated way the other woman slipped into you. In, out. Fully bottoming now, and if you weren't so lightheaded from earlier's blood donation, you would be screaming at how she was jackhammering inside you. Akin to a pace of a woodpecker swinging it's head, well perhaps that was an exaggeration.

Nails scraped, dragged down the expanse of her back and created thin red angry lines. Your eyes were etary and whines sounded from your throat as a plead, becoming desperate to aid that tight coil.

"Come for me, little mouse."

Stars bursted from behind your eyes, a breathless gasp tore from your throat. You had a moment to arch your back and throw your head against the pillow before Bela completely clung to your body. Skin to skin completely. Her pace was at it's fastest, and the only thing you processed was the sudden burst of liquid inside you. Both your own and hers, hot cum mixing and painting your walls.

She fell on top of you. Both out of breath and basking in the glow of the post coital bliss. Of course, she held your hand and kissed around your face, ensuring you she wouldn't dare leave your side.

-~-

Throughout the night, Bela took great care of cleaning you up, despite not providing her any help and clinging like putty to her body. You're lucky she found you endearing, was what she said.

You've heard of partners, specifically the men leaving right after interactions like these, with no loving attention afterward to support their lovers. It wasn't as though you were surprised that Bela had this side to her, you would guess that Alcina taught them to always and always look out for their loved ones.

Warm, the room was warm despite the early winter air. Bela had just carried you out of the warm bath, all clean and devoid of earlier juices, now standing across a mirror with you perched on her lap, though more aware of your surroundings.

"Such punishment you inflicted on me."

"Oh? Perhaps you aren't satisfied yet. Then another round is in order~"

"Bela, I already cannot even walk straight!"

A soft giggle emerged from your lips as she wrapped her arms around your waist and pecked the corner of your lips, smudging it with her crimson lipstick which she had reapplied earlier. Combing your wet hair silently, yet it was soothing, cozy, lovely even. Love? No, it would be irrational to even think of such a word after one moment of intimacy, you had to remember their reputation, they killed humans like you for the Black God's sake!

Bela took a small glance at your almost bare back, unnatural veins trailed from your spine up to your neck, you had flinched when her hand gently traced the protrusions. Something about them looked familiar.

"I am told.. they are a reaction to experiments done to me when I was an infant. Something along the lines of.. micellar.. mutated.. uh. Mutated mycete?" You gently tugged your hair to one shoulder to reveal your back more, vulnerable but wanting to share it with her. But Bela was stunned, mutamycete? That was some information she had to know. Were you truly kin?

"Who experiments on children? Give me a name and I shall remove the worthless head hanging on their shoulders" Bela suddenly had a cold expression, ready to unleash her wrath, though you only shook your head and flicked her forehead for her threats to a person you hardly recognized.

"Calm, little fly. Otherwise an innocent swatter might land upon you.."

Though only clad in bandages for your chest from her bites earlier, as well as some along your wrist, you felt enveloped with her presence. The small wounds were still fresh, and some bled just from Bela's handling, it was apparent she didnt truly know how to aid to human injuries. Having been usually the one to inflict them, with no after-care whatsoever.

But right now, Bela felt she can perhaps favor you more than others. After all, no one can make her cadou-reformed and infested heart beat like you effortlessly do.

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Ellie.

Finished product of Ellie right after the gym? 😳

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Sneak peek to a WIP😜

Uh.. Ellie in my style

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Sneak peek to a WIP😜

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Birds of a Feather - Chapter 5

"Trapped Mouses and Introductions"

A/n : New update, woo! Who else missed Luiza? Hehe. (Edit: added a bit of spice because it's getting harder to hold myself off😵)

Words: 3.7k

TW: BLOOD, INJURIES, HALLUCINATIONS, TRAUMA, UH WET DREAMS?

"M-Miss you can't just.. a-ahh!"

"What's the matter, little one? You were so good for me before.."

Your breath hitched when Bela's fingers dragged slow, tentative circles right against your clothed bundle of nerves, a pleased smirk emerging from her dark painted lips. Which pressed against the bareness of your neck, pressing you against the wall.

"Getting Daniela's favor so quickly.. hm? Even I, have not accomplished such a feat in her younger days.."

Replying was useless as your hands reached out to curl around her arms, to attempt to halt her devilish movements when her unstopping hand unlaced your apron, and grew impatient quickly. Tearing open your dress right at the center with a low growl, your eyes widened at her strength. And her eyes widened with the sight of your body.

"Perhaps the empath you are influenced her fondness of you, hm..?" Her words weren't foreign to you, the term "Empath" leaving an unfamiliar, bitter taste at the end of your panting tongue. But how could she know that?

"We're in public, Bela, anyone could walk in!" You said in alarm, cut off by a moan when her pelvis grinded against yours, letting you feel the.. hardness beneath, it was impossible not to arch against her touch.

Bela leaned forward until your breaths mingled, bursting colors of your irises locked together, your lips ghosting over each other. She dragged her tongue to your earlobe, whispering.

"Then better keep quiet, lest you want an audience" A hand slipped in your knickers.

Any protests were cut off by a pleased cry when her fingers entered you abruptly and relentlessly. The room was filled with the deliciously sopping wet sound of squelching and-

"Oh little mouse~! Come clean my room"

You jolted upright, shaking off your thoughts.

What a strange dream... and, oh! What strange wet panties those were in the laundry. You thought you were past the stage of wet dreams. And why out of anyone else, did it have to be that cold, snarky, intellectual, witty, pretty.. wait no stop. The burning sensations on your cheeks looked permanent. Bela should be the last Dimitrescu on your mind, being the most distant and closed off.

"Miss Daniela, I just cleaned this" You glared at the books clattered on the floor of her carpeted chambers, a hint of blood staining the edge of her bedsheets, and her collections of weapons displayed on the wall fared no better. The girl was a menace in a way you wouldn't have described the first time you met her.

After the heart to heart, (can you even call it that?) Daniela had asked for you often for whatever excuse the girl can come up with, but it's not like you had any choice. It wasn't annoying per se, she kept herself entertained with you, but not in a sadistic way you would've thought.

The girl asked for information outside of the castle, having never been outside since last summer, and you can't forget how in the library, she asked for you to read one of her favorite books before she fell asleep. Mouth ajar in small snores, and head hanging on your lap, you felt warm.

Cassandra on the other hand seem to come with the idea that you weren't such a terrible rat after all. She has asked you more than once to accompany her in the cellars, and you thought you we're bound to be bled dry. But the middle child showed you the process of bleeding the man-things dry, and how they were converted to the finest of wines.

You had to hold the bile coming up your throat at her explanation, like you were just supposed to think this was all normal, but the way she looked at you with a hint of enthusiasm beneath her sharp eyes made you a bit more on ease. She seemed to be passionate in the art, and you had to remember that they needed blood to survive.

Food chain or whatever that shit was.

However, Bela was the one hard egg to crack, not that you were intentionally trying to get their favor. All of this was unexpected and unintentional. You noticed that the girl spent most of her time in the study, or at the garden when it wasn't too cold outside. Daniela had explained that Bela was usually moody all winter long as she couldn't tend to her plants due to her mother forbiding her to.

It's not when Ingrid had sent you outside again, a spider in a cup and begudgringly trotting through the stone path. The little guy (as big as your hand) had freaked the other maids upon seeing it, including Ingrid, and had barked at you to get rid of it, so here you were bringing it to the garden for safety and away from the big bad meanies.

"Such big cowards" you'd murmur as you crouched down and placed the spider back onto the ground. A frown etched onto your face as you noticed the clouds forming in what seemed to be another snowy day.

Not until you turned your head and locked eyes with Bela who was shivering wearing a ruggedy excuse of a coat, gloves dirtied and knelt in front of a plant. There was surprise in her eyes and confusion in yours, why was she outside? And of course, she had immediately threatened you if you told the lady about her escapade especially during such a chilly day. All you did was lend her your much thicker coat with the excuse of "Yours was out of fashion" and ran back towards Luthier's shed before you can feel her murderous glare on you.

Though the thoughts of the demonspawn (you ought to stop calling them that) set aside when you were cleaning in a room with a large built in bath as a center piece. It was drained, though the red stain inside the bath gave you a hint of the liquid that once filled it, and this was sadly a punishment after the jacket incident with Bela.

The room wasn't far away from Alcina's study, and you can still hear the old timey jazz songs circling on her vinyl, and her taste in music is older than your very being, but there was a song that caught your interest. A woman singing, her voice deep and smooth as a seductress, the singer had whispered the name of her band near the end, something something pall boys, you heard. It ticked the right nerves in you to start hyper-focusing on your work.

It was the sound of Alcina's enraged voice that pulled your mind away, stilling and tilting your head towards the direction of her voice, still in her study.

"I thought I asked you to deal with this, you stupid man-thing. Had you informed me of her failed experiment and supposed impending arrival sooner, then I could've alerted the villagers-" You could almost hear her hand gripping her telephone hard, on the verge of crushing it in her hand, her jaw clenching in strain to not release her anger fully.

"No. You do not get to barge in at any time you please, Heisenberg!"

That was all you heard before the line ended. There was a pause in time, the silence deadly. Before she rose and let out a growl, picking up something large near her and throwing it across the room, from the way glass shattered, a vanity is your best guess. "To hell with these rampages, that experiment will be the last."

-~-

Sofia, albeit reluctant was the one the maids pushed to inform Alcina of Heisenberg's arrival a few minutes later. The lady had pushed through the girl, ducking down through the doorway muttering colorful curses in romanian as she managed to still be graceful upon climbing down her stairs, through the courtyard and into the main hall. And there he was.

The way Karl sat on one of her couches, manspreading, arms crossed, toothpick between his teeth and a shit eating grin, which just effortlessly pissed Alcina off further. She looked up to the ceiling, breathing heavily and convincing herself that her little brother's blood would probably taste like the mutts of lycans he keeps if she ever were to indulge. She pushed all devilish thoughts down and sat on a large chair reserved only for herself, the farthest away from his ruggedy ass.

"Why the long face, Cuntess? Oh I forgot you were naturally a super-sized bitch" He laughed at his own words, full and mocking, but not with hate.

"If you've come here to dawdle and waste my time, I shall find no problems in having Cassandra split you open, child." Alcina gripped the arms of her chair tightly, yet used to all of his mockery.

"Oh little Cassie? She'll find me too hairy to bleed" Karl leaned back, lighting a cigar in his hand and taking a long inhale.

"Enough of your theatrics." She snapped "About.. Mother Miranda, what exactly had enraged her?" Alcina started, getting herself comfortable in her chair, the least she could do in her own house.

"Oh this and that, blah blah blah. She had taken on another experiment, a young girl, Winters.. was it? And it had failed when she thought the girl would be the perfect vessel, turns out, it was all for shit." He shook his head and blew out smoke, the circular sunglasses of his tipping down slightly.

"And that was what enraged her?" Alcina scoffed, finding all this ridiculous

"Yes, I thought you would've known this by now. Being your mommy's favorite and all. But her tantrum has gone too far. Any more villagers killed and we'll all be suffering. No blood for you, and no shipments for my bots."

"And what do you suppose is the solution?" Alcina had raised a brow, getting a hint of where this was going.

"We stop the bitch of course, what else? Tell her that unleashing lycans on them will make her favorite little girl very sad and thirsty" He pouted mockingly and swiped a finger down his cheek, imitating a tear falling down.

"We? There is no we, nor will there ever be." Alcina stood, defiance burning through her despite the knowledge that this indeed needed a larger effort.

"Don't be stubborn. Do you suppose you can take her on alone?" Karl snapped, leaning forward in his seat, his voice turning into a low growl.

The tension was thick in the room. From your view just peeking from inside the kitchen, you think they resemble a white tiger and a direwolf ready to pounce at each other and it made you all the more hesitant to disrupt that. It wasn't when Ingrid had whispered they wont bite, and literally pushed you through the door, the clanking of the tea set in your hand made your presence known. You looked back at Ingrid but the door was already closed at your face, so onwards you went.

You set the tray down on a table near, Ingrid proposed that Karl always had Alcina teetering on revealing her claws or her final form (whatever that was), and some tea ought to calm her down. You hands were borderline on shaky as you served them, both eyes heavy on you, and it made you more frustrated that Karl wouldn't tell his preference for his tea, if he even had one.

"It isn't time for tea yet, mouse" Alcina spoke first, her expression turning into that familiar amused smirk, but annoyance still lingering inside her.

Karl had furrowed his brows, almost leaning forward to check on something on your back, then shook his head as if thinking "impossible".

"Miss Ingrid had told me to, my lady. Said she'll scold you if you went rouge on Lord Heisenberg again" You managed, looking up at her eye-to-eye which she seemed to appreciate. Your words had resulted in a heart laugh from her, chest shaking with every velvety "ha" from her red lips, you weren't sure if you should laugh as well or cry.

"A new pet, sister?"

Karl had stood up himself, two steps and he was in your space, cupping your face and tilting it up to face him, as if checking for irregularities. "I'd keep this one hidden if I were you" he whispered as Alcina's jaw clenched and your body trembled in his grip, her earlier rage returning. She wasn't fond of anyone touching what was hers.

"Do not fret, my little mouse. Heisenberg was just about to lea-"

Before Alcina could finish, the sound of buzzing caught their ears and she groaned so quietly. The swarm humanized right in front of Karl, tugging him up and now covered by smiling girls. "Uncle Karl!" the three said in unison, Daniela clinging to him as he pat their heads, his expression softening.

The girls each had their own thing to show their uncle. Bela her new discoveries on venus fly traps, Cassandra on her latest catch, and Daniela her painting of a unicorn which really was just a normal horse with narwhal horns and chicken wings.

Bela caught the way Karl looked back at you, his expressions unreadable yet uncertain, as if you truly were an alien creature to him. She tugged at his arm and waved you off. "Don't worry Unc, she won't bring you trouble" Before he can examine further, he was dragged towards the girls' own wing, each tugging him in different directions.

Again, stunned in your place and still holding a damned sugar cube as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded, Alcina had put a finger under your chin, tilting your head towards hers instead, forcing your eyes to lock and to see her serious expression. What's with people today?

"As much as I enjoy your company, little one. Whatever you do, do not show your face to Mother Miranda" She spat, specifically at you, yet still with the means to mention the entirety of her staff. "Tell the others they have the day off tomorrow, yet double work will ensure the day after"

You managed a simple nod before you pulled yourself away from her hands, scrambling to relay the information to the others. You hadn't met this Miranda before, you don't think. But you think you've seen her portrait in the office of Mother Isabella, displayed and to be worshipped.

Fear ran through your veins as you walked back towards the dormitories for a break, this was getting serious, any more interactions with the cadou connected people and you'll be just involved as them.

You've heard about Miranda choosing random maids at Castle Dimitrescu from time to time, never to be heard of or seen again, and what if she had chosen you? Why is she so angered? What is happening? Where the hell is the cinnamon roll you placed in the fridge last night?

But what you do know is that questions and curiosity only lead to danger. With your eyes snapping up, you turned towards Elena's empty bed where there was a piece of paper sticking out from her nightstand. You'll have to escape. Now.

-~-

So at night you waited. Figured this was the time where they get their beauty sleep, and considering the snow outside, the daughters won't be able to catch you once you're outside. Though thinking about your interactions with them did make your heart ache just so subtly.

You've already been in this crammed in this hole for too long that you had no struggles walking the halls. Elena had given you what was asked, she had drawn on papers of tissues to make a map, but most importantly, the dungeons. And in return you gave her some of the pastries you baked with the old head maid, and a farewell note to her bed.

You had been preparing for a while, your past days as a slippery thief with Miller was coming back to play. A switchblade, makeshift lockpick, and some more food for your travels were packed in your bag, which was mostly a cloth bunched up and hanging off your back, but it does the job.

Catiously, while everyone else was dead asleep, you tiptoed out of the room and hadn't noticed how Elena had opened her eyes for a moment on her bed. Walking down the hall and towards the dining room, you crouched behind the table as you heard voices. Who the hell was still awake? You thought the schedules written were to be followed.

"That.. girl is meddling too much, she speaks the language but isn't a local"

Mihaela had said, you brushed it off as you managed to sneak past them, their words made something enraged inside you. None of this was your choice. "Overgrown bitches.." you'd whisper and quickly scramble away when Stefania subtly turned her head towards your direction, yet only brushing it off.

Considering the time, main doors were locked and you had to go through your idiot plan. You went down the dungeons.

It was cold, the cobblestone walls were a stark contrast to the divine ones upstairs. And the stench was vile that you had to cover your mouth and nose to not inhale and barf at the same time. Groaning was what you heard, whatever it was, was only begging for the mercy of death. "This place reeks of rats.."

Ignoring it all, you surprisingly found a clear path, almost cleaned. But you quickly went to the hole circled on your map, crawling down, the dirt abrased your knees and forearms, a rat skittering away which made you flinch. You made your way to a much more pleasant room. Barrels filled the shelves and the smell of wine ever so present.

The wine room was warm, yet the blood leaking out of one barrel was clue enough they weren't so innocent. The lady's vinyl of her jazz playlist was still lying there unmoving, you wish you can hear it one last time. But you were more desperate to leave this wretched place once and for all.

Another hole you saw and crawled, you only made a sigh of relief as the rotting smell disappeared and made way for the cold winter air. You saw the earth covered in white from the castle's gardens. Immediately, you stood up and brushed the dirt off your pants.

Yet your lingering joy was cut off when you finally look up.

The lady was there, sat inside a lit gazebo and having her wine as if it was the most casual interaction, she took a sip before turning to face you at last, satisfied at the fear you bore. "Bravo, I must say. No other has made it this far."

Too fast, you reflexively turned to run, anywhere but here. But she had moved like a shadow. You heard the sharp sound of her claws elongating, and before you took another step you were lifted up. Choking the air out of you, now with the intent to kill.

"No, let me go you- vampire!" You screamed into the dead of night as you struggled as much as you could.

"Oh, I am much more than a vampire" Her laugh echoed throughout the palace as her grip tightened, the veins in your body appearing as your own nails clawed against her gloved hands, "please-"

Before you stilled, slowly, breath hitching and slowly coming to a halt as your arms hung motionless beside you.

For a moment, she also stopped, wondering if she had truly gone too far and underestimated her own strength. If she had taken this game of hers too seriously for a girl just her daughters age. Her golden eyes flickered and her thrill came to a quiet gasp. Something inside her stirred, the cadou which screamed at her so insistently that this action just wasn't right.

"Mouse..?" She blinked, no response. Only the howling of winds and Alcina's inner conscience.

When she dropped you like a ragdoll, that's the moment you finally took a sharp intake of breath, as you'd been holding it for a while. Getting up as quickly as Alcina was still left stunned and bolting towards the back gate. You had stumbled and swayed, still struggling to get the appropriate amount of oxygen inside. It was a little trick you learned back at the orphanage when punished by Mother Isabella. Sometimes playing dead isn't so bad, and you had a small smile on your slightly purple-ish face. Proud you can still pull that off.

Unseen behind you, the lady's eyes sparked and swirled golden, glowing in the night as a sinister cackle emerged from her, almost like she had just allowed some long hidden ferocity to peek out. "Bold little one"

"Running will get you nowhere!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You scrambled inside your bag quickly in search, almost dropping a lockpick as you approached the back gate where Luthier had labeled the key now in your hands. You dared a look back, did the lady acquire a crack on her face or were you growing crazy? Perhaps both.

The fencegate which was rusty and as old as time rattled every time you pushed it, struggling to put the damned key in the hole, as you kept glancing back to see the lady getting closer and closer, just a breath away. It finally gave way and you pushed through with much strength.

Alcina's heavy footsteps seemed to fade away as you ran with might and determination. This was it you thought, and a breath came out you didnt know you were holding. But you weren't entirely in the clear yet. Somehow, the lady didn't bother to come after you, she probably didn't want to dirty her dress chasing some rat.

This was suspicious. Too easy, there must be some kind of trick up her pristine sleeves. Were there moroaicas waiting for you in the forest? Bear traps at your feet? One of the daughters wrapped in thick bomber jackets hunting you? Yet you hope the girls would be fine without you, not that they needed you at all.

The forest was winding, destined to swirl your thoughts and vision with its countless paths, the snow making everything identical. It was similar to the woods back at the orphanage, except it felt even more intimidating without a companion.

A whisper made your head turn, was it the lady? No, she wouldn't have chased you all the way here would she? Another voice rang, now against your ear, your breath hitched and you jerked your body towards the noise, nothing there. Shadows danced and the snow covered, the voices continued, mocking your very existence. You put your hands against your ears in hopes they will disappear.

"Useless" One had spat, its dark silhouette snaking behind a tree, a smile so sharp it can cut. Then more of the shadow people appeared, making you take a step back, struggling to retrieve your small knife from your backpack, pointing at no one.

"Get away or I'll kill you!" You screamed at nothing, smoke resulting from your breaths and the overstimulation slowly creeping up.

"Kill", "death met your brother", "we are one", "child of the crow?", "sacrifice", "vessel!", "join us" The disembodied voices all rang inside your ears as you tried to shake your head away, making way for an inhuman scream at the top of your lungs, your head was spinning, unable to deter which was real or a hallucination, is that what this is?

"You and your brother will be of age soon. I must offer you to Mother Miranda, I'm sure you understand, sweet thing." a sweet, false voice broke out from all others, unmistakable and hers. Isabella.

"No, I'm not going back!" A screech matched your voice, this one a reality you werent prepared for. Teary eyes snapped towards the creature at hand, it's gray skin a contrast to the snow, it's putrid breath and foul smell could be scented from where you stood frozen in place. Tremors breezed through your body, hairs standing on end and cold sweat coming down.

The voices disappeared just too late when you've registered the lycan jumping forwards, it's claws made to strike and baring it's teeth to seal into it's prey. You jerked back just enough, claws clanging against metal.

It's attack would've killed you if not for the suspicious and perfectly convenient silver brooch placed right above your heart, where it was aiming, it smashed to pieces and silver scattered on the ground.

"Duke, that bastard knew" You grunted, managing to dash to the side and plunge your knife into it's noggin, it was enough to distract but not to kill.

You weren't far from the village, and you grimaced at the thought of more enemies and yet danger chasing you. Opening a large stone gate, you were now out of the castle grounds, and you groaned with the struggle of closing it back in time for the lycan to not enter, putting your whole weight into it.

There was no other villager out here, and you figured it was due to the Lords' discussion earlier, Miranda was not to be trifled with. All doors were locked and the quietness was eery.

You took steps forward, rubbing your arms for heat at the storm only brewed, threatening to a hail. You saw a vineyard wth more of those scarecrows, torn roofs, bloodied doors.

"Hello?" You dared to break the silence, only to be followed by another loud screech. A pair of lycan jumped from roof to roof, sensitive to noises. Glowing eyes landed on you again as they howled to alert another hoard.

A hand suddenly clasped around your forearm and dragged you inside a large red gate while you struggled to pull it away from the tall, dark dressed woman, you were quickly pushed inside a house, a warm one at that. "What the hell?!"

The door was quickly locked, a calloused hand clasped around your mouth to silence you, your eyes widened as you saw Luiza's face turn to you. "Hell there will be if you make more noise" she whispered firmly, glaring at you.

You both waited until the sound of the rattling and crawling on the roof ended before she pushed you away, shaking her head. "You seem to have a knack for causing trouble" she breathed out, clutching her non existent pearls

"Here to retrieve your bread?" You stared at her, analyzing her motives and why the hell you were still alive.

"Children these days, not even a thank you?" Luiza put her hands on her hips as if a scolding mother, one action that made you flinch away. "You're underweight, thats why you're here"

You gasped, glaring at her with furrowed brows "Are you body shaming me now, old ha-"

"Child, I called off the hunt for you and your brother, don't think we don't know where you went after that river" She shook her head, retrieving a clean cloth for the bleeding cut on your chest you hadn't noticed, most were blocked by the now broken brooch. "You needed that food, I understand"

You were silent, she didn't understand, was she the type of woman easy to exploit? No one would give anything for free. "No, I need to get out of here, I don't need another house to be locked in" you slapped her hand away from your chest.

"We all want out! You think it's so easy? You go out there and you're mawled by lycans within seconds, child" Luiza's hands insisted on treating you wound

"I have a name!" Another slap was attempted on her hand and your wrists were easily held in her firm hand to continue her work.

"You were too busy stealing my bread and yelling at lycans to tell me" She ripped your clothing around your wound and put some chem fluid on it, and you writhed in pain, she shoved another cloth in your mouth to hold off your scream. "One of you is already too damn much, but I seem to remember you have a male version"

"M-Miller? I don't know, I told him to hide, but I haven't seen him since" You breathed, calming down as she wrapped your wound with bandages, it was too much you thought. Silence as she actually took care of a thief like you. Everyone must be fucking nuts. But she must have seen the look of concern in your eyes, not for yourself but for your brother.

"Carmilla"

"What?"

"My name is Carmilla Cazacu, or.. Millie" Your eyes went to hers as she paused and nodded, patted the finished work on your chest and walked away.

"Luiza Baker" She muttered as she wiped her bloody hand away on a kitchen rag. "And you won't be leaving until this rampage is over, I don't need more of my people dying on my watch"

"Your people?" You scoffed

"After the sheriff died, they came to me for leadership. I have the biggest estate and a stable wheat farm after all" She shrugged and turned her pointed look at you, still suspicious despite her good graces.

"You'll stay on the couch, don't go stealing my shit, kid. And the other villagers are in the kitchen, don't go pissing them off or more pitchforks will be thrown." Luiza said as she walked towads the hall to the left, where beads covered one of the doorways.

"Old fucking woman" You grumbled

"I heard that!"

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