The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 24

Lady Dimitrescu opened her eyes, feeling you cling to her as you slept. "Hey, it's time to wake up." She whispered, hearing a loud groan and she gave an awkward stare as you pressed your face against her breasts. "Five minutes please." You groaned, voice muffled. Hearing shuffling outside the door, she placed a hand on the back of your head and on your lower back as she got up. Still in her nightgown with no intent on changing her attire, she had you open the door. She saw your bloodshot eyes and slow movement. Then, you blinked a few times and became lively.

Lady Dimitrescu knew that you wanted to put on the act of being wide awake for her sake. "Happy birthday, honey-bunny!" You gave her a hug. Lady Dimitrescu stared in shock at the hallway, her daughters excited. Cassandra scrunched up her nose at the nickname you gave her, poking her tongue out in disgust. "Honey-bunny? Oh god, it's like you two already are married!" Cassandra shook her head, giving a shake.

You did all this because it's my birthday?

Lady Dimitrescu looked down at you, confused and then back up at her daughters. Daniela looked the most tired between the three, slumped over a little. "If you go downstairs, you'd better wear a dress. Uncle Heisenberg and Auntie Donna are here, Uncle Salvatore stayed home, he has a cold." Bela whispered. Lady Dimitrescu could hear glass breaking in her mind, like a record scratching to a halt. She closed the door and tossed you back into the bed. "You have about 30 minutes of sleep to gain while I get ready." She explained, then heard you follow her.

While in the bath, Lady Dimitrescu let you wash her hair and well... Liven up her morning a bit by covering her mouth and a birthday orgasm with a waterproof vibrator you had gotten the night you went to the village.

Silly rabbit, not while my family is downstairs!

Getting into her dress with your help and helping you get dressed. The girls were already downstairs, from the sound of it they were playing something. Heading down the stairs, Lady Dimitrescu gawked at the sight. Streamers, balloons, bottles of champagne and platters of desserts, and over her fireplace was a large flatscreen. "Here she is! Here she is!" Angie squealed, walking through the confetti and balloons. Bending over to pat Angie on the head, she saw something come barreling through the party materials. "Happy Birthday, sis! I got you a dog!" Heisenberg took the large red ribbon off what was very obviously a massive dog. "I got you a guard dog, a Chow Chow!" Heisenberg pet the large white dog who was overjoyed to meet a friend. "The girls named her Aspen." Angie added, her little puppet hands lost in the fur.

Lady Dimitrescu looked to Donna, eyes wide and overwhelmed with everything. "Well, we should get started with breakfast. I'm sure she would love to start her day with some energy." Angie cut in, becoming less energetic and more stern. Lady Dimitrescu nodded, overwhelmed. She relaxed a little, feeling your warm hand touch hers. "If it gets to be too much, I have a quiet room set up." You whispered. Alcina gave a nod, heading to the dining room with you.

Seated and already eating breakfast, Lady Dimitrescu kept an eye on everyone. The lycan, to her dismay, had on a little party hat. She happily ate and was offered an unmarked wine bottle. "What kind of wine is this?" She asked, studying the bottle. "It was made specifically for you, my lady." The young maid replied. You gave a small grin, which Lady Dimitrescu saw in the corner of her eye. Pouring just a little into her glass, she took a sip. Her pupils dilated, having to apply a napkin to her lips as she felt her mouth water to a different level. This was your blood, just straight up your blood. "Is everything alright, miss?" The maiden asked.

Lady Dimitrescu excused herself from the table with the wine bottle in hand. Her glass was already empty as her sip turned to a full drink. She went to a spare room, placing the bottle down and leaning her hands against the wall. She opened her mouth, saliva drooling from her lips uncontrollably.

Why can't I stop salivating?!?

Lady Dimitrescu shakily grabbed the bottle, satisfying her need for more. Every mouthful brought a deeper more intense aggression that had began to claw it's way out. She closed the bottle, just a quarter of it was gone. Lady Dimitrescu shivered as she looked at the bottle, drool dripping from the corners of her lips. Dabbing the cloth against her lips and using the blanket on the spare bed, she hid the puddle of saliva, having to control herself.

You've been waiting for this taste, for 45 years. Give in. It's only natural.

Internally, she could hear a loud growling that only got more demanding. Everyone greeted her back to the table, but you weren't you. The growling became ferocious as she looked at you. You were such a delicious looking rabbit, her prey. Her hunt. How would your flesh taste as you struggled in her grip? Would fear make you more delicious?

Shut up.

Lady Dimitrescu blinked, your image blurry between a rabbit and you. "Mother, are you okay?" Bela asked, holding a hand out.

Go away.

Lady Dimitrescu tried to get a grip, the growling more tender upon seeing her daughter, but the hunger lingered as she knew you were in her peripheral.

Just one bite, eat your prey. Eat your precious rabbit. You can only play with your food for so long, Alcina. I know you feel joy from the bottom of your heart. After all, you didn't actually bury Moira whole. You devoured her in the woods and buried her bones, and you felt the same joy tasting her flesh, the same joy of watching Ethan Winters perish.

Lady Dimitrescu gently retracted her hand, giving a small smile. "We should move onto the festivities." She quickly spoke, her breathing a little shaky. She looked to you, hoping the calm down. After a couple of blinks, you were yourself. "What would you like to do?" Heisenberg asked, sneaking food off her plate.

The day was full of paranoia, Lady Dimitrescu often found herself sipping from the bottle. On occasion, she drank a few mouthfuls and had to dismiss herself. The more she drank, the more she found herself becoming competitive and aggressive. The more she found herself wanting to eat you.

When Lady Dimitrescu heard you dismiss yourself, she gripped the table to stop herself from pouncing on you. Her prey was running away, why were you running away? She turned to face who had touched her shoulder, seeing Cassandra. "Mother, are you okay? You used your claws to rip open the packaging." She looked at the present. The pretty flower wrapping paper was absolutely shredded. Inside, the box was a beautiful necklace that looked to be enough to rob The Duke of all his money. She opened up the other presents, some made her blush and others she had to set to the side immediately. It wasn't until she said goodbye to Heisenberg and Donna, waiting for them to close the door, that she bolted to her room as composed as possible. The bottle was completely empty now, bone dry.

Here, bunny bunny bunny...

Lady Dimitrescu opened her door, following the trail of rose petals and your scent. You laid on the bed, a large warm weighted blanket and snacks. "I thought you'd like to relax for the rest of the night, I found a cute movie to watch." You greeted her. Lady Dimitrescu slowly closed the door, not saying a word. The growling had gotten so loud she didn't even hear you.

Fetch.

Like a feral animal, Alcina lunged over the bed at you. She was drooling and hungry for something other than cake and people food. She wanted flesh. Her claws extended as she slashed towards her running rabbit, feeling warm blood on her claws. Then, darkness and pain as something hard slammed against her temples.

Did I eat you? Oh no. No, no, no, no. No!

Lady Dimitrescu opened her eyes, her dress covered in blood, her hands absolutely covered. She looked up, seeing Cassandra. "You damn near killed (Y/N). I had to knock you out myself, mother." Cassandra kept her voice barely above a whisper. "Auntie Donna helped me suture their arm back on, you're lucky that they're still alive." Cassandra let out a quiet sob. "(Y/N) didn't even scream, they just begged. They begged you to come to your senses, mother! I had to chain you up!" Cassandra screamed, looking at the blood on her hands.

"Mother, what are you going to do?"