Donna Beneviento x Reader

12

The next few days, I continuously visit Duke, just to see Ethan Winter's progress. I considered buying a gun, but went against it. Those dolls back at the house seemed like enough protection, as well as the creature in the basement.

Speaking of basements, Donna has been down there these past days. She says she has a job from Lady Miranda, requiring something. She didn't go into much detail, and I'm still forbidden from going down there. I felt worried about her going down there, but Lady Angie reassures me that she has herself and the rest of the dolls as help.

Winters was nowhere to be seen. I asked Duke, but he tells me the father is still alive, how? How could someone—a mortal, even—survive against Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters?

"Headstrong, he is. I haven't seen that much determination in quite a while. Lost fingers and hand, still searching for a child that isn't even there." Duke smiles at me, a mischievous look.

"What have you told him, Duke?" I demand. Donna's and Lady Angie's lives are on the line if this man survives. Duke only smiles before spitting nonsense, promoting his market. This man dares help a foreigner rather than a longtime customer, ha! There's no loyalty nowadays.

A scream echoes through the village, coming from House Dimitrescu. All goes quiet before a winged creature flies out from the crumbling castle. Where's Lady Dimitrescu? Where did that creature come from? My eyes widened, and I examine the scene in front of me. Where is he, where is he!

I see him in the clutches of the monster, being thrown and dragged against walls. Aside from the monster's screeching, I could hear large amounts of gunshots of which I assume is coming from Ethan Winters.

"Ah, Alcina Dimintrescu, no greater beauty than herself, even in her truest form." Duke suddenly speaks, his eyes also staring intensely at the scene. Something sinister surrounds himself, in his words and looks.

"That's Lady Dimitrescu?" I say, shocked. It's almost done, the creature is near fallen, and Ethan Winters will be heading to House Beneviento soon. Donna, Lady Angie. There's no time left.

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"Donna, Ethan Winters is headed towards us. He's fighting Lady Dimitrescu, and I'm worried we'll be next on the plate." I tell her during lunch, she sat there, along with Lady Angie, still eating.

"He's already on the edge of defeating her—and from what I've seen—no mercy comes with a grieving father." Her calming looks is nowhere near the worried expression I wear on my face.

"Don't worry, it'll all be handled." She smiles. Her eyes looking somewhat .. sad. Then, all stops and she grabs my hands, Lady Angie in her lap, also staring at me. She's tame today, maybe she's worried as well. Something floats in their eyes, a tangled mess of fear, sadness, surrender. 

"We'll still be together, all of us." I hope so, maybe we'd have a chance at Winters.

"I'd like to think that, Lady Angie, Donna." My smile returns, though it's reluctant to appear. It's all worrying, keeping me up at night and letting me rise up earlier than dawn, in the morning. Donna seems to be my only antidote, saving me from regressing back to my earlier stages, at House Dimitrescu.

A little after lunch, I ignore the chores. I understand what Donna and Lady Angie are hinting at, and I'll try my best to accomplish it, even if it means a trip to the waterfall. 

The entire day was spent with the pair. A picnic out in the back, near the edge of the waterfall. Though the area was gloomy and foggy, the three of us made it up with drinks and the greatest luxuries Duke could offer. 

I'm surprised Donna could even smile this much, or that Lady Angie could display such a peaceful front, or that Donna had other gowns in her closet besides her usual black button up. 

It was a gorgeous view, the misty area around the waterfall only adds more depth to it. Donna's breathtaking smile and laughter seemed out of character with her usual self. She displayed something greater--something more childish, unusual. It was like taking a step back, watching her character before it evolved into such a reserved and hidden mistress. 

She was open, carefree, spending her time as if it were her last day on Earth, all while wrapped in my arms. The three of us could spend however long we wanted to out here, eating, laughing. 

The house may have been a mess, no dishes washed, no laundry done, but it wouldn't matter anyways. Lady Angie made no move to stop me as I swept Donna's hair away from her face--like I usually do. Making no move, as she gasped sweetly when I pulled her in for a hug, or when I let her face rest in my hands, smiling sweetly. Instead of the conniving and mischievous doll, she seemed more like a child, giggling too much and seemingly calm. 

I wouldn't dare ruin the mood with nonsense speak about Ethan Winters. He was the last thing on my mind. We would have to deal with him later, let's make this night enjoyable, at the least.  Once the sky dimmed, and the street lights turned on, we walked back in, hand in hand, Lady Angie in the other. 

That night, we spent it all giggling in bed, the sweetest time anyone could spend with the people they've connected with, developing a deeper understanding of each other. 

I wish I could've done something like this sooner, so I would have more time with the both of them. I know what I have to do--I understand what I have to do; just one more night, our last night together.