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celezztia · 16 days

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Taking a stab at writing, I haven’t done it in a while, but I want to help contribute a Professor! Vampire Donna AU and maybe in the future a few spicy one shots, because we are all thirsty.

(I will format this better as I go on, but do enjoy)

Professor! Donna x Fem reader

(May contain fluff, smut, angst in the future, but first chapter is sfw)

After many trials and tribulations, I had managed to score a scholarship to a college in Romania; Miranda’s All Girls University: though you hadn’t hear much of the campus aside from what the schools website conveyed, who are you to pass up an affordable education?

Had you stayed in America, you would spend years paying off these debts, but now your saved money was going towards travels, airplane tickets, apartment down payment and such .

You were the one that applied, got accepted and the first day of college you were ready.

Though as ready as you thought you were, your new life was far more interesting than you had imagined.

You signed up for a Botany course, a few math and English, and an elective in theater. You figured your years in high school being a techie would come in handy.

The professors were fairly bearable, though the Art History professor was quite striking. Intimidating and cold, but as long as you listened, she never really called you out to answer.

Now as you walk towards your Botany class, you pushed the heavy doors open, grunting a bit as you pushed it open.

It was a vast room, build almost like a media center with levels of desks that led down to the board and desk where the professor sat. She was scanning a stack of papers , a pair of red reading glasses hanging off her nose.

You decide to sit in the front of the classroom; mainly because you did always enjoy the sciences, even if you were more right brained.

The room filled slowly, and a few students began talking quietly to one another, the sound of pencils tapping against the desks.

A group of girls came in together, laughing and chatting.

You clicked your phone open, looking at it for the time.

8:02.

The professor sat at her desk, unmoving from her papers as she spoke.

“Do try to enter here in a graceful manner, class had already begun.” She said curtly, her nose crinkling as she continued to read paperwork. The girls quieted down and dispersed among the classroom.

As they sat down, the older woman stood, pushing her glasses back onto her head.

She was quite tall, slender, dressed in all black; a turtleneck, slacks, and a cardigan that draped to her ankles.

Her hair was in a mostly tight bun, a few raven strands fallen to frame her pale face. A discolored scar splotched across her left eye.

She began to pace around, the sounds of her heels clacking against the wooden floor filling the classroom.

“Good morning. I am Professor Beneviento. Please make sure to keep the chit chat to a minimum, or at least to your breaks. I would like to think that I have enough patience for all of you. This class is about the science of plant life, not the unnecessary jargon. Is that understood?”

She waited for a response from the class.

It took a second, but after some nods, she continued.

You couldn't help but absorb her.

She commanded a room fairly well, yet seemingly suave in the process. Her voice was soft, but had a slight roughness that made her sound older than she actually was.

You kept your pen glued to your notebook, hanging off every word this woman spoke in case you needed to jot it down.

The class ended sooner than you realized, and as you grabbed your books and placed them into your bag, Professor Beneviento walked up behind you, leaning over your shoulder.

Your heart jumped to your throat and you dropped the papers in your hands, the pages scattering everywhere.

“Shit!” I exclaimed, as my notes and pages in my binder flew in different directions.

The professor chuckled softly, and began to help you pick up the papers.

I apologized quickly and thanked her as we finished picking them up.

"Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you."she spoke softly as she handed me the stack of papers I haphazardly threw everywhere.

Her voice was as much less commanding than usual. Up close, you realize her eyes were almost crimson. Maybe that was a gene in Europe, you weren’t going to have your first impression of you questioning her features.

Well… second influence at least.

I nodded nervously, realizing how much she towered over me.

She was a lot thinner than I thought, and a lot prettier.

Her dark hair framed her pale face, a few strands falling from her tight bun, her eyes were a striking red, her lips pouty and pursed.

“Y-You’re okay! I just get spooked easily.” I say, my face dusted with pink.

I could’ve sworn the older woman grinned at me for a split second after that comment.

“Your accent, you must be American, yes?”

You nodded.

Her eyes lit up a bit.

"That's good. We have a few other international students this semester. I know this university is pretty new, but I can assure you this is a great school. If you do ever need help with anything, I will do what I can to accommodate.

What is your name again, coda dolce?” She asked, a thick Italian influence in her tone.

You smiled and told her, her expression remaining fairly stoic, but her eyes had softened.

“My name is Y/N, ma’am.”

"What a lovely name. You'll have to pardon me, Y/N, I have to run to another lecture. But do come to me with any questions.”

You nod, and she gives you a smile and a nod before walking past me and exiting the lecture hall, the scent of honeysuckle following.

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moth-paste · 5 months

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Finals are finally done! So I've been trying to slowly get back into making fandom art again. I wanted to work on facial expressions, and so I decided to draw our favorite resident doll maker! So anyway, here's a series of expressions of Donna and Gardener OC looking at each other and how I imagine their interactions would be :) *cue "Sa Isang Sulyap Mo" by 1:43 playing in the background when they look into each others eyes*

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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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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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msbeneviento · 10 months

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Reconciliation of light and darkness

Chapter 19 – The Devil is Human

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shadowjax · 2 years

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The Red Orchid

Pine and Ebony: Monster Lines

A03

Donna Beneviento x reader

Prompt: “I am a monster you know”- Rooftop scene from The Hunchback of Norte Dame

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

A/N: prompts open

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“I’m a monster you know.” Your young Mistress’s voice broke and warm tears trickled down her face.

The bottom of her dress got dirty and soaked from the fresh garden soil you had just watered not long ago. Her face was hurried in her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs tightly. You immediately dropped your tools and rushed to her aid, looking around for any injuries.

“He told you that…” You kept your voice soft as you kneeled down eye level with her.

It’s been weeks since Claudia’s death and your Mistress locked herself inside. The sun made it easier to see under the veil over her head and you noticed her skin has gotten pale. She probably hasn’t seen the sun for quite a while.

“Look at me!” She removed her veil and something caught your eye for a moment. There was a stitched up cut just on the side of her eye and the color was more pale than the other. She was even more beautiful than the last time you had laid eyes on her.

“Give me your hand.” You held out yours for her to take.

“Why?!” Her brows frowned and she looked you up and down and resisted for a moment.

“Just met me, see.” She slowly placed her hand in yours and you noticed her hand stopped shaking. “Hmmm….” You observed her palm carefully, gently flipping it over. “A long life line.”

Her eyes met yours in utter confusion. You used your other hand to point towards one of the lines in her hand, “Oooo, this one means you're shy.”

A smile crept on her lips knowing you were the quiet one compared to her. A small chuckle became music to your ears.

“Hmmm…” you kept observing her palms, brows lowering. “Well that’s funny.” Your eyes widened and brows rose and locked eyes with her.

“What?!” Fear danced in her eyes and she pulled her hand back, observing her hand.

“I don’t see any…” Before you could finish she cut you off.

“Any what?!” Her hands began to shake and her heart pounded in your ears.

“Monster lines…” You placed a hand in her cheek and she leaned her head into your hand. Her eyes softened and her shoulders loosening. “Not a single one.” You offered her a gentle smile and the sun glistened in her eyes.

You eventually carried her back into the manor and placed her back on her feet once you made it through the entrance. You stepped back outside once realizing you weren’t in proper uniform, afraid Pops would scold you. You waved her goodbye and she stole a quick kiss on your cheek before heading back inside, striding with confidence.

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“You’re not a monster.” Your Lady spoke from behind where you stood.

You kept staring at your appearance, refusing to look her way even in the reflection. “How do you know?” You tightened your fists on the wooden surface.

You heard the heels of her shoes click on the hardwood floor, the fabric of her dress gliding along. You felt a pair of hands open up yours and a figure behind you. She held your hands from behind and observed your palms, “Because there are no monster lines.”

“-” Before you could say anything you were cut off.

“Even here…” one of her hands gently gazed across the black veins crawling up your neck and jaw. “These don’t make you a monster.” She tugged on your shoulders, turning you around and she stole a kiss. You leaned in towards the kiss and closed your eyes. The silent air turned to nothing while you lost all feeling throughout your body. The warmth of her lips and hands faded into the distance. You were left completely alone in the darkness, your memories no longer able to keep you company anymore.

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x oc #resident 8 fic #resident evil 8 fic #angst #donna beneviento fic #donna beneviento x you #hurt/comfort

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missrandomdreamer · 5 months

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OC Babies <3

saw this picrew floating around again and had to make the babies >:D

One Piece

Miruna

Mihawk ship

Leanna

Buggy Ship

Beatrice

Smoker Ship still work in progress

Hellsing

Maggie

Alexander Anderson Ship

(I love this so much-it captured the true Maggie essence XD) Anderson has his hands full with her

November

Enrico Maxwell Ship

Resident Evil Village

Hope (Redone ;3)

Karl Heisenberg ship

Earl Gray

Donna Beneviento Ship

#OCs!#picrew #One Piece Ocs #Hellsing Ocs #Re Village ocs #Miruna (oc)#Leanna (oc)#Beatrice (oc)#Maggie (oc)#November (oc)#Hope (oc)#Earl Gray Douglas (oc)#dracule mihawk x oc #buggy the clown x oc #smoker x oc #alexander anderson x oc #enrico maxwell x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #donna beneviento x oc

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bearlybella-but-sluttier · 2 years

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Okay but would y’all read Natasha x Donna smut? 🤔

#since we’re rooting for them in my story #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #donna beneviento #natasha dimitrescu #donna beneviento x oc

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lucidmagic · 2 years

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Donna, when you come home from eating at Olive Garden:

#she’ll be on you like a dog sniffing out other dogs #only it’s inauthentic corporate Italian cuisine #she’ll give you the cold shoulder for a week #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x oc #lady beneviento #lady donna beneviento #Phyto’s guide #my fic

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beneviento-trash · 2 years

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Not a completed chapter but uploaded some of it, will add more later

#re8 #donna beneviento #re8 fanfiction #kit jagger #donna Beneviento x oc

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celezztia · 16 days

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“Assolutamente divino.”- One Shot

- Professor! Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader.

- Warnings: Blood, Smut.

-hope you enjoy folks, I wrote this one shot set for the story I recently posted! (Mainly because I wanted to write smut, it’s my little treat. Hope you enjoy, lmk if you would want me to continue this into maybe a few parts)

You sit under the outdoor pavilion on campus, rewriting notes from your Art History class. Occasionally you’d grind your teeth against the end of your pen as you looked over your past scribblings. Trying to make out if an ‘e’ was a fucked up ‘a’ or trying to understand and random note you added into the corner to elaborate.

Bzzrt.

The rectangle attached to your ass buzzes as you reach in your back pocket. A text.

Donna : Almost done closing the class for the day. Meet me in the lecture hall. Look forward to seeing you diletta <3

You immediately smile when you see her message, closing your notebook before the ink on the paper could dry. That was the least of your cares now. Shoving your books in your bag, you sling it over one shoulder, walking back inside the campus, towards the north hall.

With great haste, your fingers curl around the doorknob to her classroom, the room dark. In the corner by the board Donna stood over her desk, putting her cardigan on.

Placing her reading glasses off her face to hang around her pale neck, she turned you with an eager grin.

“There you are, la mia dolce sorpresa succulenta.” She spoke, her voice a bit strained from speaking for the day. Taking a sip from a stainless steel cup, she licks a red substance from her lips.

You and Donna had known one another for a few months. She had originally approached you, noting you were an international student and that if you needed anything, she was happy to help. It wasn’t until you had unknowingly befriended her niece, that she had began to look after you. You and her niece Angie was about the same age, partying together at the local bar. You looked after Angie, did what you could to keep your chaotic gremlin of a friend in line. Needless to say, Donna eventually had to pick you both up after an exam day, as you both were drunk as skunks.

Ever since then, she doted on you, giving her number, even locking eyes with you during her lectures.

You grew quite fond of the older woman yourself. How your heart rate would quicken when she looks at you. After class she would pull you aside most days to ask how school was treating you, and to stay out of trouble.

It just snowballed before you could comprehend it.

One day after her class you stayed behind to keep her company while she worked on lesson plans. Donna had asked you if you needed a ride home.

You didn't. The bus would be there any minute. But the thought of sitting next to the older woman had your cheeks aflame, you quickly accepted.

On the drive home, you could feel the tension between you two. A few times her hand brushed against yours and it took everything in your power not to jump in her lap.

You knew it was questionable. She was a professor, but she was so kind. So beautiful. You couldn’t explain how, but she enchanted you.

From that day, she asked you to come by her classroom a bit more often. Asking if you had any questions regarding her classes, which you did.

But you also enjoyed the closeness of her, the feeling of her scarlet eyes watching you.

Donna sets her cup down on the desk, opening her arms for you. Without hesitation you fall into her embrace, nuzzling against her. She smelled like old books, a faint smell of wine and honeysuckle.

Her hands felt so cold, against your warm back, her fingers running along your spine.

Your body pressed flush against hers, your breath hot against her neck. She was taller than you, enough for her chin to rest on your head.

She pulled away for a moment, motioning you to sit down as she walked over to the entrance of the classroom, locking the door and covering the window.

The room goes dark, all that could be heard is the sound of her heels and the breath that escaped your lips.

She walks back over to where you were seated, the only source of light coming from the hallway outside.

Your eyes try to adjust to the darkness.

Donna's hands cup your cheeks as she leans forward.

“I’ve missed you, preda. Do you still want to come over for dinner tonight?” She grins, tilting your chin up to look at her. Even in the dark, you could make out her face.

She had her hair usually pulled in a bun. But after you entered, she freed her raven locks, letting it fall over her shoulders. She looked tired. But still as gorgeous as ever.

You nod, a grin on your face.

Dinner. That sounded nice. You had planned to head to her manor after her final class , but you two had made a habit of making out profusely after.

You didn't mind though.

She had kissed you a few times, in this very room. Your heart pounding as she held you close.

This was the first time you'd actually go over to her house though.

“Y/N? Are you paying attention?” She smirked, her finger tapping on your nose.

You blink, a blush on your face.

She laughed, her head leaning back.

Gods, she was so cute when she laughed. Her teeth were alabaster, the canines just a bit longer than average.

Now that you think of it, they were fairly sharp looking.

She leans down, pecking your lips, her thumb swiping across your cheek.

She kisses your lips once more.

Your head spins, the sound of crickets chirping outside filling the silence.

Your hands tangle into her black locks, moaning into the kiss, Donna's lips were soft, gentle. You could taste the something coppery on her lips, maybe whatever she was drinking earlier.

Your body is leaned back into the chair, pulling her down with you, your tongue slipping into her mouth.

The older woman grunts, her hips grinding into yours.

She breaks the kiss, her breath heavy, her hands gripping the arms of the chair.

She stands, reaching for your hand.

You stand up, the back of your knees hitting the edge of the desk,

Donna's eyes were illuminated in the dark. her hand gently pushed your chest, causing you to sit back on the desk.

Donna was always so gentle, so sweet.

But something was different. You couldn’t place it.

Your heart was beating rapidly, your breathing shaky.

She pulls her cardigan off, setting it to the side on her chair. Approaching you as you sit on her desk, your lips meet again, this time more heated. Your hands roam her sides, her hands grabbing your wrists, pinning them down onto the desk. She kisses along your jaw, nipping at your ear, causing a shiver to run through your body.

“Not your turn yet, teroso. Patience. Let me have my fun, si ?”

Your heart pounds against your chest, your legs spread as the older woman presses her body against yours.

Her tongue slides up your neck. A wave of pleasure runs down your body.

You whine, wanting to touch her, to explore her body. But she proceeds to tease you, her teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.

“You trust me, bambina?” She purrs against your neck, the sensation making you squirm even more.

You nod, biting your lip as her hands trail down your stomach. Her nails teasingly scrape against the fabric of your skirt.

Suddenly her nails dig into your thighs, your head snapping back with a silent cry. Donna's mouth hungrily sucked and bit at the skin of your neck, leaving marks, but never breaking skin. Her cold hands met the warmth of your inner thighs, fingers dancing along the fabric of your panties.

Your heart beat was audible now, your body growing hotter. You had never gone this far with her before.

“What if someone sees us?” I ask her, my hips bucking into her hand to feel some friction.

As she pulls from your neck, Donna's red eyes meet yours, a grin on her lips.

She licks her lips, her canines glistening. You heard a faint growl come from the back of her throat.

“I locked the door, no one is going to see us, mia cara. Just focus on me, focus on how I make you feel, okay?”

You nod, swallowing hard.

With that, Donna's teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck.

A gasp escapes you, the pain of her bite, the pleasure of her fingers rubbing your clothed clit.

Her mouth sucks at the punctures, her fingers moving faster, your underwear wet from her actions. The pain in your neck stung. Before you could focus on it too much, her cold, slender digits pressed against the fabric. You were already soaked.

You could feel her tongue running along your neck, her fingers pulling at your panties, sliding them to the side.

You whimper, her fingers tracing your slit, her teeth scraping your collarbone.

“You’re are delicious little treat, aren’t you?” She growled, her finger pressing into your folds.

Your head leaned back, your eyes shutting as she continued to pleasure you.

She was slow, almost painfully so.

You were squirming under her touch, wanting more, needing more. It’s almost like she enjoyed seeing you in this state.

Her mouth left a trail of wet kisses and love bites along your neck, slipping a finger inside with ease.

“Ah-mmph!” You cry out, before her other hand covers you mouth. A second finger teased your cunt before sliding in, your walls tightening around her digits.

Her tongue lapped at the blood that dribbled from your neck.

Donna's head moved, her teeth dragging along your jaw.

She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear.

Your eyes were screwed shut, the feeling of her fingers curling, her thumb playing with your clit.

Her breath was hot, her hips grinding against the edge of the desk.

Your hands grip the sides of the desk, knuckles white.

A low groan comes from her lips, her movements becoming faster. She pumped her fingers erratically, a third digit now entering your eager cunt.

Your back arches off the desk, your hips rocking into her palm.

A string of moans come from your lips, muffled by her hand.

A sudden heavy sensation builds up in your abdomen, a feeling like a coil tightening.

Your legs trembled. Donnas hand that once covered your lips moved to intertwine in your hair. You could feel her breath on your lips as her fingers sped up.

Her pace was merciless, her thumb flicking and pressing into your clit.

A guttural groan escapes your lips, the feeling of euphoria washing over you.

Your mouth hangs open, Donna's lips crash against yours.

A muffled whine comes from the back of your throat as you cum on her fingers.

Your head fell back, the older woman kissing and licking at the wound she inflicted.

Your chest heaved, your breathing heavy as her fingers slowed.

Donna pulled her fingers out from your folds, her lips now against your cheek.

“Assolutamente divino.” She said, before popping her fingers in her mouth, savoring the taste of you.

Once she had cleaned up, her body hovered over yours.

You could feel the cold radiating off her skin, her arms trapping you against her.

You could hear your own heartbeat, the sound of it ringing in your ears.

“It’s getting late, diletta. Let’s head home.” She cooed into your ear, before stepping away from the desk.

She helped you stand, helping you collect your things.

After the two of you had collected yourselves, you both left the classroom, Donna locking the door behind her. As you walked to her car to head to her house, she gently guided you, a hand on the small of your back.

#donna beneviento #donna re8 #re8 donna #resident evil village #donna beneviento art #angie beneviento #resident evil 8 #resident evil smut #resident lover #donna beneviento x oc #donna beneviento x mc #donna beneviento x female reader #donna beneviento smut #donna beneviento x reader #vampire donna #professor donna

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ilovedonnabeneviento · 10 months

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Heisenberg is an absolute menace

#resident evil heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenbitch #re8 heisenberg #lord heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #house heisenberg #yandere heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #re8 moreau #salvatore moreau #re8 lords #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #re8 donna

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saintsofwarding · 7 months

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BURIAL

Chapter 9

Elena laughed.

Donna flinched backward. "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Saints, no! It's just- this isn't really dancing music."

"But-" She sounded indignant. "This is Rêverie. Mr. Claude Debussy. He's one of my favorites."

"And it's beautiful, make no mistake. But did you ever hear proper dancing music, fiddles and tambourines and firelight flickering?" Elena clicked her fingers and assumed the first position of her favorite festival reel.

Donna stared.

"...No?"

"No," Donna murmured, a little wistful.

"Well...all right, let's see..." Elena flicked through the stack of records. Classical, mostly, but near the bottom... "We're in luck. Take a look at this."

She held it up. It was a vinyl pressing of local folk tunes, its paper slipcover so worn and faded the writing was almost illegible, but when Elena put it on the turntable and set the needle to its grooves, the music emerged clear and strong: a peasant song, sung in the old-tongue the village elders spoke in, the language learned at grandmothers' knees and almost without effort, as endemic to Elena and her peers as the blood in their veins.

The song spilled forth, filling the dark corners and shadows of the old house, stirring and warming the air to life.

Donna was still shrunk back, her hands laced together, but Elena began to dance, slowly, clicking her fingers and spinning in place, the dusty folds of the velvet robe belling out around her legs.

"You see?" Elena said. "It's easy."

"I- what are the steps?"

"Like this." She showed her, back and forth. "No, your hands like-" She took her hand almost without realizing, savoring the cool, callused feeling of her skin. "-Like that. Yes! Got it. Now..."

She took both Donna's hands in her own, and with a whispered "One, two, three-" swung Donna into the first step of the dance. A whirl of skirts, a gasp from beneath the veil, and they were dancing. Donna fell into the pattern of the steps like she'd grown up with them. She was a quick study. But Elena felt her stiffness, her shoulders held rigid, her movements almost too-quick, too-precise, like she was copying the steps from a book.

"It's okay," Elena told her. "It doesn't have to be perfect."

"But-"

"Nope!" She released her, without warning, spinning her down the length of her arm and out; Donna's fingertips slid along her wrist, her palm, catching her by the hook of her pinky finger, her skirts like a black blossom. Elena glimpsed a flash of patent leather boots, of slender legs in black stockings, and at last when Donna came back to her, grabbing onto her free hand, she felt her shake loose her stiffness and fall into place, and dance, really, truly dance.

She threw herself into the reel, each step confident, letting her skirts spin and flash through the firelight, gleaming with a dark iridescence. She seemed to burn as she danced, all her stillness and poise cast off, and Elena saw what she might have looked like had they grown up together, had they met not under the pretense of threats and lies but as peers, two girls in the light of a bonfire dancing together until the snow turned glassy, until their faces were red from wine and heat and the sheer joy of being alive together.

The record spun on, the crackling music singing out into the night-bound house, its bones warmed by the sound, by the creak of their weight on the floorboards, the song changing to the next. This dance was slower, stately, and Elena stood back to curtsy low to Donna, who dipped into a curtsy in return.

"This one is performed with the dancers closer," Elena told her, softly, and Donna nodded, stepping smoothly to take Elena's hand again.

"Like this?" she said.

"Yes." Elena paused. "You don't need to know the steps as much for this one. Just feel it."

"Feel...it?"

"You know when...something is so beautiful you don't need to think about it, or take it apart, you just need to trust it with you, that it'll do something beautiful to you, in return?"

Donna nodded.

"Like that. Let it in. Let it move you."

"You know so much."

Elena sputtered a laugh. "Do I?"

"I always wanted to go. To join you down in the village, when I was a child. I watched from up here and imagined what it would be like to be with all of you. I imagined it so hard it was almost like it was real."

"Imagining things isn't quite the same thing as it being real." Elena thought of the projector, the resurrected memories. The glimpse of the world beyond the village. She took a short breath. "No matter how much you might want it."

Donna's hand, pressed lightly on her shoulder, slid down over Elena's collarbone, just over the point of her fluttering pulse.

"Do you ever think about it?" Elena asked her. "The world outside?"

"It's forbidden. No one can protect us there. That's what Miranda says."

"Do you ever think Miranda might be wrong?"

She heard the faint hiss of Donna's inhale. Had she said the wrong thing? But Donna didn't pull away. They swayed together, now, heedless of the music. They were very close.

"Yes," Donna whispered.

"You have so much power. All alone up here...so far away from her control..." I suspect she thinks far more than she allows me and the Black God to know, Miranda had said. "You could...I don't know. Break it."

"There's no breaking her control," Donna said quickly. "She...she is absolute."

"We can figure out a way. Together. Get it all back, everything she took from us. I feel stronger here. More myself. If...if I ever even knew myself. I don't know how, but..."

"I might," Donna cut in. "Perhaps the distance from her, something about the flower spores in your brain crowding out Miranda's influence, the repeated nightmares changing your cerebral chemistry..."

She paused. "My brother knows the fleshy pathways of the human brain far more fluently than I do, but I know nightmares well enough."

"So we figure it out. We-" Elena had to stop, take a breath, center herself. Her blood felt like lightning inside her. Impossible, to be talking of this, to even consider it. "We escape. We get away. We can be free."

"I can't," Donna said. "I can't because there's nothing else. Nothing else. I had to go to her. I had to. There was nothing left."

"There was you."

"I'm not...I'm not whole. I'm not right. I- I-" Her voice became high and childlike. "I hurt things, Mother says. I'm a pair of rusty scissors. Dangerous because I'm broken. So I must always always do as Mother says because I could hurt people but she can make me be better, she can make me be right, I must do as Mother says."

"Donna..."

"Quiet. Quiet. You mustn't say, she'll hear."

"She's not here. I'm here. You're here." She reached up. Her heart thudded in her throat. The darkness pressed in, but she didn't notice. Donna smelled of yellow flowers, bittersweet as tears. Elena tasted the faint rime of the scent on her lips, on the backs of her teeth. A monstrous taste, birthing nightmares.

It was in her now, and she should have been scared. She wasn't. In a mad flash of an instant, she was glad of it, that she carried Donna now inside her, a part of her, of this place, of her most precious quintessence, within herself.

Her hand brushed the lace of Donna's veil.

Donna didn't move. Elena lifted her hand, and with it came the edge of the veil. Donna's clothes beneath came into view. A revelation. Jet buttons winked in the light. Then came a neat collar. A triangle of white throat.

The edge of a jaw.

Elena paused. She felt Donna's heartbeat, they were so close, her hipbone pressed to Donna's. The pulse was somehow strange, unsettling, doubled. It didn't frighten her as much as it should have. She didn't stop drawing the veil up.

The corner of her lips. The shadow under her cheekbone. The tuft of brittle black-gray hair escaping the veil.

An eye, black-lashed, bright gray, fastened unblinking on her.

Elena's hand quivered. Her heart pounded like she'd been running. The look in Donna's gaze. The feeling of her, at last warm, and real, not a shadow, not a ghost, but alive. The two of them, alive, so close to being in one another's arms.

And wouldn't it be so good, a relief indescribable, to stay with her like Donna had once begged her in what now felt like a dream? To forget the world, to vanish, to be forgotten in turn, except by one beloved person, except by her, because who else mattered?

But the world would never forget her.

The world had its claws in her mind, its claws in her heart, gripping so tight she'd already begun to bleed.

Miranda knew. Miranda always knew. And she'd already betrayed her. And she'd already betrayed Donna, by being here, by even fucking touching her, by laughing with her and being her friend and listening to her deepest sorrows, because what choice did she have?

Horror rippled through her, sickening and awful. She'd have to make a choice before the end. She'd have to choose between Donna Beneviento and her own father.

She'd have to choose which one to betray.

Elena saw Lord Heisenberg's grim face, again, in her head, heard his bitter words. It's always gotta end this way.

And it would. One way or another Miranda would get what she wanted.

"Elena?" Donna asked, softly.

She tore away from Donna, a sudden spasm of movement, her breath harsh in her throat, her eyes hot. All of her, too hot. She clenched her hands as she backed off, as Donna stood there, hands still lifted, veil settled once again back into place, hiding Elena's one precious glimpse of her face.

"I-" Elena rasped. "I'm- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

She turned and hurried away. Still such a coward. Still such a frightened little thing. She couldn't tell her the truth, because that would mean she'd made her choice and her father would suffer. She went not for her room, full of reminders of Donna and her father and herself, but for the attic, tearing down the ladder and scrambling into the dusty darkness.

She collapsed in Donna's old playhouse, full of dolls and childish things, and there she pressed her hands over her face and she screamed until her throat was raw, until she didn't feel anything, much less guilt, or shame, or fear.

And the worst of it was she knew Donna was down there, confused, abandoned. And she couldn't make the love go away, no matter how much she screamed and cried, how much she wished it would leave. Because Miranda would find it, too.

And when she did, she would take it. Steal it. Just like the rest.

***

When at last she emerged later- a day, she thought, though it was difficult to tell in the attic- the house was silent. She crept through the hallways, eyes aching, hair limp and bedraggled, but found nothing. No Donna, no Angie. A clock ticked in the reading nook, overloud in the silence. Motes of dust drifted in the air.

"I'm so sorry," Elena whispered, to the empty air.

She cleaned herself up, brushed out her hair, dressed in clean clothes. The gramophone and all its records had been put, neatly, away. Everything was neat, in fact, like the house of someone preparing to go away for a long, long time.

Had Donna gone away? Was she not coming back? Elena's whole body ached. She rubbed her hand down her face and groaned. She desperately craved tea, but she didn't think she'd be able to force anything down. She tried to make it anyway and her hands shook so bad she dropped the stupid teacup and shattered it all over the floor. Fumbling up the shards of crockery, she almost didn't notice the bud vase containing a single sprig of yellow flowers on the table, and the envelope set against it.

Her breathing stilled. She rose and took it, slitting it open with a thumbnail. Inside was a pressed flower- a blue gentian, delicate as rice paper.

The mountain garden?

Had Donna retreated there? Feeling ebbed back into her hands, stilling their shake. She was beginning to understand Donna's methods of communication, her inability to state some things directly, to leave clues and puzzles in place of words. If she...if she had left, or was too angry to talk, she wouldn't have left a clue like this, would she?

Elena chewed a loose scrap of skin on her bottom lip. She didn't really deserve such kindness, but saints, she'd take it.

She changed into her boots and buttoned up her coat. Trailing her fingertips over her rifle, she considered bringing it in case of lycans on the mountain path, then decided against it. They didn't seem to intrude past the borders of the estate grounds, and, besides, she was confident Donna would have dealt with them on her way up, if any got cocky.

Mist swirled down from the slopes as she left the house, curtains of fresh snowfall glimmering in the air. She blinked up at the sun, a pale circle glimpsed through cloud. After her hours crying in the dark attic she'd become sensitive to light. Maybe after long enough here she'd become like Donna, colorless and photophobic.

As she began climbing up the long mountain pathway up to the caves, she shook her head, trying to dispel her grogginess. She should have tried to drink some tea after all.

By the time she reached the cave and made her way through the darkness, the flickering lamplight guiding her way, the snow had thickened to a steady fall, already beginning to mound on crags and pine branches. The air thinned, her breath tightening in her lungs.

What do I say?

Sorry really wasn't gonna cut it.

Tell her the truth.

She'd understand. Wouldn't she? She'd get Elena's impossible situation. They could think of a way out, together. That way neither one of them had to be alone. At least if she got angry they could be mad together.

At last, Elena pushed her way through the unlocked upper door and into the garden meadow. Wind rushed her, a freezing gush that left her shivering and icy, the grass swept with endless waves of rippling mist. The colorless day had dimmed the flowers, reduced the ruins to looming, abstract shapes, like wrecked boats cast up against the reservoir shore. Elena squinted through the snow, holding her loose hair out of her face with both hands.

"Donna?" she called. She didn't see any sign of her, no black shape through the snow. She waded forward, damp, frigid stalks of grass slapping at her legs and dragging at her coat like a crowd of dragging hands.

"Donna!" She picked up her speed. Had something happened to her? Oh, saints, had she fallen? Her heart pounded. Had she slipped, and was she now lying broken and hurt? Like her parents, her sister, whatever had happened to Claudia.

"Donna!" Elena screamed. "Please, I just want to know you're okay- Donna-"

Around her, through the blizzard, came the croaking of crows. One dived through the snow, a ragged black tatter; she gasped and stumbled. Another, then another, until the air seemed full of darting, cawing shapes.

They swirled into a column, then into a form, coalescing before her as she turned colder than the next gust of wind.

"Looking for someone?" Miranda said, eyes glowing golden through the mist. She wasn't alone. One taloned hand rested on Andrei's thin shoulder, the boy shivering at her side, his arms wrapped around himself as if he couldn't get warm enough in this desolate, lonely place.

***

"Mother Miranda," Elena whispered.

She fell to her knees. All she could think is I should have brought my rifle.

"Stand," Miranda said. "Greet your friend. He's so excited to see you."

"She showed up at the door to your pa's house," Andrei burst out. "Can you believe it, Elena? She said if I behaved myself she'd let me come down to the sanctum where the priests bring all the offerings to the Black God! Can you imagine?"

"And he's been such a good lad so far." Miranda lifted her hand and stroked his hair, blond curls combed between her talons. "Now, Andrei. We mustn't do anything to change my opinion, must we? None of us should."

"No," Elena said. Her throat was dry. She swallowed and tried again. "I- I received your summons, Mother Miranda. I came straight away."

"Don't lie to me, Elena. You came for Lady Beneviento. My erstwhile daughter. How comforting, that you're so concerned for her safety. Have you been so vigilant with what I asked you?" Her talons went on stroking Andrei's hair, her other hand still gripping his shoulder. A crease appeared between Andrei's brows. How hard was she holding him?

"I've been doing just as you asked, Mother Miranda."

"Have you found what Lady Beneviento has been hiding from me?"

"I- no, Mother Miranda. She holds onto her secrets with all her power."

"All her power?" She cocked her head. "I control her power, child. I gave her her power."

Elena spoke without thinking. "I thought the Black God gave her her power."

Too hard. Red blossomed under the points of her talons, wicking through Andrei's white shirt. Elena heard him gasp; she stepped toward him on reflex, then jolted to a halt. Ice twined through her mind, scraped at her optic nerve.

She shuddered violently in place, tears welling in her eyes.

"Child," Miranda whispered. In reality. In her head. She wanted to claw at her own eyes, get her out, get her out, but she was locked in place, rigid as a statue. "All that time? You must have learned something."

I will hunt it from you if you don't tell me. I will tear into this boy and you will see the color of his blood on the snow. I will rend him limb from limb and stitch him back together and tear him apart again, just to make you talk, I will do this and show you the might of the Black God and you will fall on your knees in wonder and in fear. You know this.

Deeper, deeper. A black tendril, burrowing in.

I will find it and rip it loose. And I will not care what it takes along. Your name, perhaps. Your memories. Your very identity, and leave you empty as one of those dolls my daughter so dotes on.

And then I will move on to your father.

Shall I show you now?

"No," Elena spluttered out. Bloody froth spackled the snow. She lifted a trembling hand to smear it from her mouth. "No. No. She...she's afraid of it. Of her abilities...she can't control it properly but it's strong, it's so strong, it's...it's her memories. They're too traumatic. She can't...she can't make them go away. She can't make them leave her alone. That's it. Now please don't hurt Andrei, let him go, saints, please!"

The icy talons released her and she collapsed to her knees in the snow. Miranda approached her, still leading Andrei like a lamb. He no longer looked enraptured; now his gaze was hollow with fear.

"The thing you're trying to protect," Miranda told her, gently, "is a dream. A mask she wears because- you're right. She can't face herself. She never will. And beneath it...well."

She smiled. "Perhaps you'll find out."

"Tell my father I love him," Elena whispered.

Miranda nodded.

"I love my adoptive daughter," she said, "like I love all of you. What I ask is hard, child, I know. But I do it for those I love. Just like you."

Crows scattered, cast to the winds, taking Andrei with them. Elena knelt there until they were gone. She sniffed, hard, and scrubbed off her nose. It was running bad, snot tinged with blood. Miranda really had torn something loose.

You will fall on your knees in wonder and in fear.

Far away, a lycan began to howl.

***

Something had changed in the air of the house by the time Elena returned. She stood in the entryway, her shadow long across the polished floor. The lights were dimmed, the fire burned down to coals. Somewhere, muffled, she heard music, but it was scratchy and garbled, coming in on a bad signal.

She felt it again. Down, down, deep. Winding passageways. A great darkness, a hole in the world, pulling all things toward it.

"Donna," Elena whispered.

She stepped into the house. The silence didn't break. The music played on. She heard the clock ticking from the kitchen. The faint creak and groan of the old beams settling. The rumble of the falls underfoot, which she'd almost grown used to.

Almost.

She made her rounds, like she usually did. Looked in the kitchen, in the reading nook, peered under the sofas and in cabinets, like a child searching for monsters under her bed so she might sleep at night. She cleared away the tea things she'd gotten out earlier, and closed up all the cabinets for night. She shut doors, pulled curtains. She made the slow trip upstairs, to her room, and slung her rifle over her shoulder, where it pulled at her, the slight rub of its strap over her shoulder granting her something like comfort. She returned to the mezzanine just as the music cut off with a snarl, and the true silence rushed in, the emptiness that felt like a presence.

Bitterness in the back of the throat. Elena knew from hearing the village physicians talk that a sure sign of a head injury was the taste of blood on the tongue. Had she been injured? Had Miranda broken something in her, inside? Had Donna? The walls rippled around her as she descended the stairs, but it might have been her own fear, warping the world just the same as the pollen from the yellow flowers.

She reached for the chain at her neck and tugged it loose of her collar. The two keys jostled each other, silver and brass. She took up the brass one as she turned down the corridor papered in cabbage roses. It might have been her imagination, but the hall seemed darker than before, the wallpaper peeling at the corners, exposing black mold beneath. Her hair moved; a draught of musty air breathed up at her, from the elevator at the end of the hall. It was lit, brass gate gleaming bright as ever. As she approached, the light inside flickered.

Elena stopped before the grate. The music had come from there, she was certain. She stared into the elevator for a long time, psyching herself up.

You already faced your dead exsanguinated mother.

She'd gotten through that. She'd done the worst already. Right?

You can do this. You promised to help her.

Her palm was slick. She didn't move. The key weighed heavy in her hand, heavy down her arm. The same arm Donna had sewn back together. Bitterness filled her mouth.

Coward.

"You ran away."

Elena turned. The doll floated in the dark hallway, white lace glowing in the gloom, seemingly unsupported.

Elena cringed back. No, she wasn't alone. She was being held. A shadow. A specter in silent black silk, veiled and lightless and seeming to swallow all the light with her presence.

Donna.

The doll, Angie, flung up her hands, eyes rolling with the click-click of marbles against porcelain.

"Ohhh, she looks shocked!" Angie cackled. "That's funny, isn't it? You ran, and now you creep back with your tail between your legs and you have the stones to look surprised! I could just scream! I could just die laughing!"

"I- I didn't run away. Donna, please-"

"Donna, pleeeeeease," Angie mocked. The hallway shook. Tendrils of black mold twined from beneath the peeling wallpaper, radiating from behind Donna and Angie, reaching down the walls and toward Elena. Her back hit the elevator grille; it screeched in its track. "You. Ran. Away. You promised you wouldn't and now you broke that promise. You've been naughty! Naughty, naughty girl! I thought I taught you a lesson already."

"I'm a slow learner," Elena managed. "Donna, you can fight it. Fight her. Whatever she's doing to you, making you like this-"

A cascade of screeching laughter burst from the doll as she kicked up her spindly legs. "Making me?" she sputtered. "Oh, that's the funniest joke of all! This isn't the mask, Little 'Lena, this is the real me! Both of us together! Can you fight that?"

Elena's nerve broke. She brought up the rifle, intending to blast Angie into shards, but the gun dissolved in her hands, drifting away into curls of crow feathers. She yelped and spun for the elevator doors. Too late. Before she could so much as move, Donna and Angie rushed her, a patter of feet and billowing black fabric, porcelain hands grabbing and catching at her hair. She was wrenched back round, body moving like a puppet, each joint straining against the force gripping her.

Angie's hands caught her wrist and yanked it upward. Elena stared in horror; the seam down her face was cracking; it split open and tendrils writhed out, wet and pinkish-gray. They went for her hand and latched on, nosing against her for a moment before they burrowed in.

Panic seized her, a gibbering scrabble of terror and disgust. The tendrils turned dark and she realized the horrible doll was feeding on her, drinking her blood, the thing inside Angie's head gorging on her body and on her fear.

"Get off!" Elena yelped. "Saints get it off, get it off me-" Her other hand flailed upward, catching Donna's face. Catching the veil. The force ripped it clean off her head. It fluttered to the floor, revealing, for the first time, Donna's face.

The left side was as she'd seen. Beautiful as the portrait in the attic.

The right was a pulsating, swollen, tumorous mass of flesh. It ruptured from her eye socket, veined and slick, tendons and stretched skin warping the area from jaw to hairline out of shape. Short tentacles wriggled from the mass, the movement like maggots feasting on a dead animal.

Elena's mouth fell open. "Is- is this what you were hiding?" she whispered, somewhere past her terror.

Donna's brow creased. Her single eye blinked. And for an instant, Angie's hold on Elena loosened.

Enough. She ripped away from the doll, tearing the tentacles from her hand. Blood spurted from the punctures and over Donna's face; Elena tasted it in her own mouth. She shoved forward, the world rippling into indistinct smears of colors around her. Her hand collided with Donna's shoulder, and it was like being thrown- the floor lurched, the entire house tipping forward, tipping her not against Donna but through her.

And then sunlight pierced the world like it was no more than a veil. It poured over Elena and consumed her, pulling her, mind and body, into the nightmare.

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