The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 12

Lady Dimitrescu suckled on the blood from your hand, part of her wishing you didn't use her claws to cut yourself. Her mouth watered at your flavor, licking and sucking more from your hand. You were so sweet, so rich. Catching herself, she let go of your hand, part of her yearning to drink more. She looked to you, seeing affection in your eyes. She heard coughing, but didn't pay attention. It wasn't until she heard Bela screaming. By her tone, she was happy.

Lady Dimitrescu looked back to you, grabbing the cloth you handed her and dabbing away excess blood from her lips. She watched you wrap your hand in a bandage you kept on yourself. "That was very kind of you." She kept her graceful demeanor, giving a small grin.

Look at those puppy eyes... You're just so sweet.

Lady Dimitrescu bent over and placed a kiss on your cheek, then lifted your chin. "I hope to have another taste tonight." She whispered, grinning. Walking into the foyer, Lady Dimitrescu looked at her daughters, who were standing there like excited dogs. Except Cassandra, she looked annoyed. "Nothing special happened." She gave each of their cheeks a little pinch, grinning. "Bullshit! I saw what happened!" Bela lifted her arms, then pointed to the door. "That door was wide open. I saw what happened." Lady Dimitrescu felt her face heat up, if possible. She felt her cold body rise up just two degrees, her face showing some warmth as Bela kept teasing. Daniela gawked and clapped her hands, looking up at her. "Is it true mother? You and (Y/N) are getting friendly?" She asked.

Lady Dimitrescu stood in silence, staring at her adorable yet prying daughters. "What happens between (Y/N) and I is none of your business." She huffed, grabbing her daughters by their heads and putting them back in line. "And if I were you, I wouldn't pry from them." She hissed quietly, getting to their level. "Because if you do, I will find out, and I will remove your privileges to prey on maids." She whispered. "Am I clear?" Her daughters nodded.

Please don't walk in, please don't walk in now.

Hearing the doors open, she heard you walk in, keeping your right side turned away from her daughters. "(Y/N), you may go to your room." She called out, staying composed. "Yes, my lady!" You called out, hearing you run to your room.

Lady Dimitrescu looked at her daughters. "Not a word. Don't you dare say anything to your Uncle Heisenberg." The three held up their pinkies. "Cross our hearts."

And hope to die.