The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 4

Lady Dimitrescu felt her taste buds tingle, gently holding your arm in her hand as carefully as she could. She had to be aware of her own strength, the last person she grabbed like this... She pushed the memory back. It was an accident, but it at least made more wine for her family's consumption. Your blood, it was like a breath of fresh air.

Another lick wouldn't hurt, would it?

She saw a little more blood welling up in the cut, prompting her to take another taste. She saw the stare you were giving. The sting of her saliva must've been mildly painful, but your expression hardly changed from slight discomfort. Applying a cloth to the cut, she let go of your arm. "Thank you."

Watching the maids take care of the plates and dining room, she made her way back to her room, seeing that the time was a bit late. It wasn't until she got to her room that she noticed the blood on her nails.

Was I being a bit rough?

She stared at the blood, her fangs aching to feel skin. Wiping the blood onto a cloth, she then heard the phone ring. Composing herself, Lady Dimistrescu answered the phone, hearing Mother Miranda.

Slowly putting the phone down, she felt anger rise inside herself.

Who does she think I am? I dealt with Ethan Winters, and now she thinks (Y/N) is a new threat?

Lady Dimitrescu took a deep breath, composing herself. It was just simple paranoia, that's all it was. After all, what was the worst you could do? After all, the worst thing you've done is bite Cassandra.

Lady Dimitrescu felt your blood's flavor linger on her tongue, making her mouth water a little. Walking by her daughters' rooms, she poked her head in a little to take a look. Cassandra was fast asleep, curled up and facing the wall. She was in a deep slumber, perhaps the deepest she's had. Sneaking in, Lady Dimitrescu pulled the blanket over her, knowing she hated waking up cold. Seeing her plush rex on the floor, Dimitrescu slipped him into her arms and gingerly closed the door.

Checking in on Bela, she quickly brought the door to a crack, seeing Bela was still awake and sitting on her bed. In Bela's hand was her beetle, a stay beetle to be exact. Dimistrescu felt a smile creep onto her lips, then quietly shut the door. The castle was rather quiet tonight.

Opening Daniela's door, Dimitrescu saw her daughter pull out records from under her bed. Heisenberg must've gotten those for her, he always brought her gifts whenever he went far away from the village. The Neighborhood, Glass Animals, Arctic Monkeys, all sorts of bands that she herself didn't know of. "Good night, Daniela." Dimitrescu whispered. "Good night, mother." Daniela looked back, giving a small grin, then went back to reorganizing her stuff.

Next, was your room. Lady Dimitrescu felt a sudden wave of tingling cold slam onto her. Peaking into your room, you were asleep. Listening carefully, Dimitrescu picked up that you were in a very deep sleep. She slipped into your room, sitting on your bed.

All it'll take is one bite.

She blinked the thought away, checking your arm with an open hand. She did break skin a bit when she had grabbed you earlier. By the looks of it, you had already taken care of that.

Just one bite.

Pushing the thought away, she pulled the blanket over your shoulders, seeing that tonight was fairly cold for the spring. Leaving the room, she took one last look over to you.

You're more useful alive than dead.

She closed the door quietly, heading back to her room to sleep. First, she headed down to the cellar, grabbing a bottle of wine and had taken it to her room. Her handmaiden wasn't around, but that's why she had plans for you. With a quiet whisper of apology to the bottle and the memory of accidentally ripping off her handmaiden's arm off, she took a sip from the bottle, then laid down to sleep.