Resident Evilove (Lady Alcina Dimitrescu - Resident Evil)

Chapter 6 - Dinner with a Vampire part 2

The doors, probably leading to the castle kitchens, opened and three more undead appeared, still with those gray, dry, decayed faces. But no damaged peasant rags for them. They had been dressed in dark blue tunics and black pants, cleaner and more proper, making them look like butlers, although with their gruesome faces they looked rather grotesque, even almost comical. That's what Mathias thought as he looked at them, but preferred to keep this comment to himself.

The first of the zombies held a silver tray in his hands, containing tonight's meal: a poultry, a chicken surely, surely from the personal henhouse of the castle, cooked to perfection and bathed in its juice, sprinkled with a little parsley and surrounded by a garnish of vegetables such as carrots, small round potatoes and red peppers. The smell emanating from the dish caressed Mathias' nostrils, and he had to admit that it smelled really good. His stomach was of the same opinion, he felt it clearly, the stale piece of bread and the pitcher of water clearly not being enough to quench his hunger. He was surprised at such food, however, expecting in such a place to see dishes of raw, bloody meat, severed heads bathed in blood and fresh tripe.

The second undead brought a large cup containing fruits like red apples, bunches of grapes, pears, and put it in the center of the table, next to the roasted chicken. And the third and last zombie came to stop in front of Lady Dimitrescu to show her a new bottle of wine selected from the cellar. The Countess looked at the label, and seemed satisfied with the choice, nodding and motioning for her servant to put it on the table, which he did.

While one of the zombies was busy cutting the pieces of the chicken to serve them, Lady Dimitrescu crushed the rest of her cigarette in the small glass ashtray placed next to her, and taking her white napkin in her hands, placed her on her knees, like a true noblewoman. Mathias watched her do it, almost having the impression of seeing another person, but quickly turned her head when she glanced up at him.

Obviously, the mistress of the castle was served first, receiving a reasonable piece of meat roasted as it should and covered with juice, accompanied by vegetables, and was served another glass of wine. Despite their apparent fragility and awkwardness when walking, zombies were quite effective in serving their mistress.

Then it was Mathias' turn to receive his share, and he was surprised to see that he received a share equal to that of Lady Dimitrescu. He almost expected her to order a tiny slice for him, just to torture him psychologically. While being served, Mathias constantly watched the zombie who stood next to him, for fear that the latter would have the idea of wanting to bite him.

_ "They won't do anything to you ... at least, not as long as I order them to." Lady Dimitrescu then said, not to reassure Mathias, but to make him clearly understand that here she was making the law and her word was absolute. Mathias swallowed of horror, just thinking of the idea of being covered and devoured alive by zombies, as happened in the movies.

Once the dishes and glasses were served, the three zombies went to position themselves in a corner of the room and remained motionless, like statues, waiting for the next order that would come from their mistress.

Lady Dimitrescu took her cutlery and then began to cut, in a very clean way, a first part of her piece of roasted meat. She brought the morsel to her mouth and ate it, still in that same genteel manner, and seemed rather satisfied with the taste.

_ "W ... Why?" Then dared to ask Mathias, more than confused, breaking the silence that had just settled. Immediately, Dimitrescu's eye rested in his. Mathias' heart leaped, telling himself that he might not have the right to speak and had just made a mistake. However, the countess remained calm.

_ "Mother Miranda gave clear instructions. Dead, you will be of no use to me, not even as a servant ... now eat, and no more questions, unless I allow you to." she said, calmly, but cold and firm.