The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 79

Your aunt, or Auntie as you preferably called her, listened to the stories with concern. When she had heard you were getting married in Romania, she was expecting something nice and for a lack of a better term, normal. When she had first seen your wife, she was taken aback. A 9'6" vampiric woman living in a castle with three daughters and all female employees. She watched with more concern as she looked to how Alcina gazed at you. Hunger and love was something hard to distinguish within the countess' gaze, but perhaps you knew the difference for having known her for a little over a year.

You've only known each other for a year and you're already getting married? Either she's desperate or the sex is that good.

Your auntie curbed her thought, shocked by her own words. The guests on your wife's side were also concerning. They were overjoyed for Alcina, of course, but the way they cried, it was almost as though they were saying that Alcina finally found the one. Your Auntie shook her thoughts away, angry at herself for such harsh thoughts.

While at the dinner, hearing the stories of how Alcina fought Mother Miranda, a public figure and deity of sorts, in a draconic form and how you gave your leg to her so she could be stronger terrified your aunt to the core. She was more than concerned at this point. Hearing how Cassandra, a beautiful young woman in a suit, ripped open your back out of anger and then faced a punishment so outrageously soft because you didn't want her to be punished. She stared at you, trying to figure out what was going on inside your head. You were even missing three fingers, had she bitten them off or did you willingly shove them down your wife's throat?

Did she take them by force, or did you willingly give up your fingers?

Your Auntie noticed another thing was off. You, Alcina, and the daughters had a red wine, everyone else had champagne. Why were you drinking blood? Did they also make you eat human flesh? She watched Alcina sob while smiling, she expected you to be more emotional, but you didn't seem to be as teary eyed. Was it because Alcina expected you to be gone by now, or because she was overjoyed that you had stayed for so long? Your Auntie still couldn't decipher Alcina's gaze. Hunger? Love? A need to feed or a deep seeded intimacy?

Unable to dance due to her own curiosities, she spied from the other side of the room, gently sipping her wine. Moreau sat beside her, occasionally catching her attention. He lacked confidence, but made up for it in his own charming way whenever possible. She watched as you two kissed and cried, intimate but safe. She was still confused as to what brought you to this countess. She finally turned to Moreau, hoping to get answers.

As she turned to Moreau, she noticed just how patient he was, he had to have noticed her staring. "You're probably wondering how they got together." Moreau softly spoke, your aunt nodding at the statement. "How did they get with a nearly 10 foot tall vampire? Not only that, but get married after a year and we had no idea about their relationship." She finally released her frustration, feeling Moreau calm her down with a touch to the hand.

"Alcina cares very much for (Y/N), she's willing to go great lengths to prove her love. (Y/N) is willing to give parts of themselves up to Alcina because they love her very dearly. Alcina can't completely control her instincts, but she's doing the best she can. She had only really ever attacked (Y/N) once, and even then, they forgave her very quickly. (Y/N) is seen as too kind for their own good, but being unnecessarily kind can be a benefit." Moreau softly explained, taking your aunt aback by such a gentle tone.

Unnecessarily kind?

It wasn't until she looked back and noticed you were using a cloth to dab away her tears that she understood. You loved her for her strength, will, and everything that would be seen as a flaw in other people's eyes. Alcina finally found the one as someone who finally affected every part of her, even the hungry beast that drooled and yearned inside. Your Auntie found herself talking to Moreau more, getting him to open up.

Perhaps coming to the wedding wasn't such a bad idea. Perhaps she would've found someone who understands her a little better.