The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 107

Snippet of Alcina's perspective:

Alcina felt like she was drowning, suffocating without her loyal rabbit beside her. She could only stay in the shadows, the light reminding her of your smile. She lured a maid into a room, explaining that she needed help with something. The maid, new and foolish, came into the room and fell to the ground with a swift swipe of Alcina's claws, hiding away and thinking of you as she chewed away at flesh and bone.

I love you, (Y/N), but I can't control myself. I don't want to think of you and your delicious flesh.

Alcina cleaned up her mess, the gravestones for every maid took over the garden, but Mia's grave stayed in the courtyard. She payed her respects every day, the week going by slowly.

She stalked through the shadows, finding Heisenberg visiting. He wanted to check up on her, but to Alcina, he was coming for a meeting she had hosted.

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You looked out the window of the plane, seeing the castle as you flew over. The thought of leaving your family for a week stressed you out, but you got to visit your biological family and your friends.

Leaving the plane, the world felt different. You were in a different universe practically, greeting your parents happily. You saw your friends also there to see you, taking you to your favorite restaurants. The taste was vastly different from what you remembered, but you were also used to fresh food and human flesh, which you didn't tell them about.

Daniela would love to come here.

Finally, your mother snapped you out of thinking about your daughters and Alcina. "Is something wrong?" Your mother asked. "Oh, just some relationship issues." You poked at your food, taking a mouthful. "Like, what kind of issues?" A friend asked, giving a small hopeful grin. "The other night, we finally had sex in months and she tried to kill me. Don't get me wrong, it was amazing sex, by far the best we've had, but she tried to bite my face off and before that, she struggled against biting me." You sighed, looking up. Everyone looked at you with concern. "We still sleep in the same bed, but she doesn't cuddle with me, won't even face me when we sleep." You whimpered out. "Dude. Are you... Are you going to die?" Your best friend asked, eyes wide.

"Yes? No? I don't know. She hasn't been like this since when she first attacked me. Then, she was doing great and we got married and adopted a child, then everything started to crumble." You took a bite of your food, missing sitting at the table with your daughters, hearing about their hunts and talking to Estella about what she learned.

As you were brought to your parents house, you spent the week spending time with them and experiencing the modern spoils once again. You frequently messaged Bela, getting updates from them. Alcina had broken down into tears at the meeting, Moreau crying with her and watching sappy movies with her to cheer her up, or at least that's what Bela told you.

Perhaps I should go back early?

You decided to go to the mall with your mother, spending as much time as you could with her. Getting clothes for yourself and clothes for your daughters, you even found something for Alcina and bought it for her.

I miss you all.

You hung out at a Starbucks with your friends, getting yourself a drink that reminded you of Alcina. They took notice that you were in a daze, then, they opened up old wounds. Where did your scratches come from? What happened with the lycans you talked about? What happened in the castle?

You finally opened up about everything. How you came across Castle Dimitrescu, your fall for Alcina, getting along with your daughters, her birthday, the first attack, and everything else. They looked at you with shock in their eyes, concerned. "This is possibly the last time we see you?" A friend asked. You nodded, finishing your drink. "If I die, please make friends with Daniela. You all would love her and I want her to make friends. She's the most tech savvy." You explained, then panicked a little as your friends slowly began to cry.

Don't cry! Don't cry!

You gave your friends a tight hug, finding yourself crying too. They signed your prosthetic leg and you got tattoos with them. You all got crowns on your ankles, connecting yourself with your friends.