𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆// Lady Dimitrescu x Fem!reader

「14」𝑉𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠

The acrid stench of zinc entered your nose and you lowered your gaze to your hands. Blood. They were soaked in it. Quickly your heart began to race. Whose blood was it? It couldn't be your own, because you couldn't feel any injuries.

„Was it really so easy to forget me?"

The deep voice made you tense up. Even though you couldn't make out anyone in this darkness, you knew very well that this voice had once belonged to your father. The man you had killed with your own hands.

„Did you really think you could escape me? Oh you stupid little thing."

The voice had gotten louder and closer until you could feel your father's presence at your back. You didn't dare to look up because you could already feel his strong, intimidating gaze on you. Looking up now meant looking at him, meant facing your guilt and fear.

„You let me down my little one, you kill your own father for some stupid feelings for a psychopath and her sick kids? How devastating."

Your father's heavy hand was on your shoulder and squeezed it a little, making you tense up more. It felt like it wouldn't let go of you, rather crush you and push you to the ground. Your eyes fell to the hand and you had to suppress a cry. This hand was that of a dead one. Lime-white and clearly battered and bruised by the beginning decomposition process. Individual parts of the bones were sticking out and also showing a little of the rotting flesh.

„Oh, I see you're not in the mood to talk, but that's okay. Because you know, my little one..." Your father leaned down until his face came to a stop next to your ear. „John and I will have plenty of time to talk to you. We're not going to let you get off that easy. You did this and now we're going to do everything we can to make your life a living hell. Bye bye my little Y/N."

Drenched in sweat, you sat up in bed, your breathing heavy and your eyes searching the room in panic, only to realize that it was the all too familiar room of Lady Dimitrescu.

The memories of the past events came back into your head, which is why you now looked at the peacefully sleeping figure of your mistress. She looked so relaxed with you by her side that you almost felt guilty about leaving her alone now. You would much rather have lain down again and enjoyed her comforting presence, but you had to get out and think a moment.

Fortunately, your clothes were still on the floor, so you only had to put them on and not look for them. Silently you tiptoed out of the room, taking one last look at Lady Dimitrescu to make sure you hadn't woken her up.

It was strange to wander alone in the night through the corridors of the castle. A few days ago you would probably have been killed for doing it, but not today.

You wanted to reach the kitchen, because after this confusing and exhausting dream you needed a glass of water to think about it in peace.

The quiet sound left by the door you had closed and the lack of warmth from your body were enough to wake Lady Dimitrescu. She opened her eyes and looked at the empty space next to her in the bed where you were supposed to be lying. Confused, she searched the dark room for you, but there was no trace of you.

After everything that had happened, the mistress began to worry about you. A lot had happened lately and the fact that you were nowhere to be found in her room gave her little to no joy. Especially since she knew how dangerous the castle could be at night.

Without giving it much thought, she swung herself out of bed, quickly grabbing a silken bathrobe to hide her bare skin, before leaving the room to look for you as well. But where should she begin? The castle was huge and definitely too big to find a single person your size. At least if she was out to find yourself quickly, and she was.

„If I find this girl, I swear on Mother Miranda she'll..."

The sudden clang that came from the kitchen made her look up and take notice. Something had fallen and shattered, could this be because of you? Quickly, the ravenette one rushed after the sound, only to find you squatting on the floor, hands pressed to your head.

„My god, Y/N what happened?" The sudden anger about that you had just left without saying anything was blown away all at once when she saw you crouching there on the floor. Your eyes were full of panic, your breathing was heavy and intermittent, and your whole body began to shake. There was no doubt that you were having a panic attack right now.

„They just don't go away. Why can't they leave me alone?" you panicked, your eyes still lowered on the ground. Alcina raised an eyebrow questionigly, not knowing what was going on right now. „What do you mean, my dear? Who should leave you alone?"

Slowly, you dared to look up and looked into Alcina's golden eyes, which were scrutinizing you in concern. „The voices. My father and my brother, they haunt me after what I did to them. Make them go away, they're in my head, Alcina. Please make it stop!"

Traitor!

This one word kept repeating in your head and slowly made you go insane. Looking for help, you stared at the woman for whom you had given up everything and surrendered to your feelings for her.

Alcina looked at you again and only this time she noticed what she should have noticed from the beginning. You were pale, beads of sweat were on your forehead and the trembling of your body was not only due to the panic attack from which you tried to save yourself.

Gently she placed her hand on your forehead, something that was incredibly comfortable for you, only to receive confirmation that she was correct in her guess. „Oh darling, you have a Fever. I think your injury has become infected. Come with me, will you? Then I'll take a look at it."

Alcina held out her hand. You felt like you were in a raging torrent that threatened to swallow you, but her hand was your salvation. She would free you from the floods in which you were threatening to drown. So you took her hand without hesitation and let her help you to your feet. But other than just leading you back to the room, she lifted you up, the contact with her beautiful body had something comforting about it.

The soft mattress of the bed welcomed you as soon as Alcina put you down again. You watched as she slowly sat down on the edge of the bed to look at the cut on your eye.

Her own eyes widened for a moment as she unwound the bandage and now had a clear view of the actual infected wound. You noticed her expression and, in a kind of trance created by the fever, you actually managed to make a joke. „What? Do I really look like shit? That's definitely how I feel."

Alcina chuckled softly, but her eyes betrayed her. Her beautiful eyes that were radiating nothing but concern at the moment. „Hey, now don't look like that. I'm not going to die yet." The smile, put on or not, disappeared instantly. „It's not funny, my dear. You were very lucky, because so many things could have happened to you..."
You put a hand on hers, your thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. „But it didn't, and with everything that's happened to me in the last few weeks and months, this little fever is nothing."

Little did you know at that time that your fever wasn't the only reason for your dreams and the voices in your head.

The blonde woman smiled contentedly, her face hidden behind a golden bird like mask. „I'm going to drive her crazy, slowly but surely. She'll make a great new subject, maybe even the perfect vessel for my little Eva. The first steps are done, it has started..."

These words were addressed to the black-haired little boy sitting in a cell, fearing for his life.

„Your sister will be here with you soon enough, my sweet Isaac."

- Author's note -

Yes I am still alive!

I am extremely sorry that I disappeared so suddenly and kept you waiting, but I needed a break to get a few things back under control. But now, I'm back again, so thanks to everyone who was patient with me, from now on updates will come more regularly again!

Anyways, big thank you to all who have read my story up to here, I hope you like it and maybe see you next time!