↳ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹: 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀

𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪'𝙨 - 𝘱𝘦𝘵

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[ female reader ]

Delivering a harsh shove to the stubborn doors, you sigh and step back when they fail to budge. A silvery giggle fills the silence, bugs flying around your head which you struggle to bat away.

The swarm of flies split to form three figures, each woman almost identical apart from the colour of their hair. Gulping, you back up against the door.

"Well well, aren't you a pretty little thing?"

"What brings you to our castle, kitten?"

"Don't be shy, I wanna see if your voice is as pretty as your face."

"I-" you flicker between them. "I didn't mean to break into your home I was just-I didn't know the way out; I got lost."

"Hm, such a precious little thing."

"I might keep you as my pet."

"Who-who are you?"

Another melodic laugh greets your ears. "Why don't you tell us who you are instead, kitten."

"[Y/n]."

"[Y/n]," one echoes. Sounding the name on her tongue and smiling at how it rolls off of it perfectly.

"Should we take her to Mother?"

"I want her to myself."

"Maybe Mother will let us keep her."

"Worth a try." The blonde to your left giggles, and without warning you're being pulled through a maze of lavish corridors. Your wide eyes not being given the chance to take in everything as they bring you into a room. The crackling fire casting warm, golden hues.

"Mother, look who we found wandering the castle."

"Such a harmless, innocent little thing."

"Mother, may we keep her?" The redhead asks with an undeniable eagerness in her tone.

"That depends." Alcina takes a deep breath and rises from her seat. "Let's take a look at her."

Your mouth hangs open and your head cranes back to properly take in the sight of the incredible woman. The dress hugging her body perfectly. She looks like a god.

"Well well," she smirks and steps closer. "Look at what we have here." A finger under your chin gently directs your head from left to right so she can look closely. "She certainly exudes purity, I must agree with you, daughters."

You swallow when she retracts her gloved hand, her gaze never once leaving your small figure. Inwardly, you can't help but feel embarrassed at how tiny you are compared to her.

Unable to maintain eye contact, you simply fumble with your fingers and bow your head. The trio seeming to smile at your apprehensiveness. So small. So vulnerable. So helpless and in need of protection.

"Please Mother."

"Hm, let me see." A wave of her hand has one obediently raising your left arm and running a knife over your skin. You wince as it's held up. Alcina crouching to taste the crimson coating your skin, running her tongue over her painted lips to savour every last drop she can get.

"Delicious."

They each inhale the rich, mouth-watering scent, struggling to hold themselves back. Especially when you whimper softly and apply pressure to the new wound. Wide eyes bouncing from one intimidating woman to the next.

Your scent sending their heads spiralling and a hazy fog descending over their minds. The sisters almost feeling sorry for you with the look of pure fear on your pale face.

"Are you going to kill me?" Your hushed voice wobbles under their intense stares. Alcina smiles in amusement.

"No." The vampire closest to you interjects. "Mother please, we can't kill her."

"She's mine I saw her first."

"That's not fair." The blonde frowns.

"Now now girls," Alcina's input has them silencing immediately. "Tell me your name, little one."

"[Y/n]."

She hums at your timid response. "No, [Y/n], I will not kill you. My daughters clearly have taken a liking to you, and since they have been so very good to me, I will grant them permission on this occasion."

The trio grin happily, and you can only imagine what kind of thoughts are crossing their minds this very moment.

"But remember the rule, girls, keep an eye on your pet at all times. I do not want to find this one roaming my castle. Not unless I have allowed her to."

"Yes, Mother." They each reply.

"I have business to be taking care of. I do hope you settle in." She wears a taunting smile on her way to the door, crouching to pass through.

A handkerchief is held out and you hesitantly take it as the woman speaks. "I'm Bela. These are my sisters, Cassandra and Daniela. You're going to need to know who we are. I'd like to hear my name in your mouth."

You bat your lashes after wrapping the handkerchief around your wrist, holding it tight. "What do you want with me?"

"To keep you, of course."

"And to play with you." They giggle.

"We're going to have so much fun, kitten."

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