On the way Donna had kind of woken up, I stared out the window wondering what would've happened if I didn't run away. It would be the same thing everyday. Silence. The same time and the same thing, like extra deja vu but having different meals and different clothes.
I started to zone out, and after a few minutes we arrived. I wasn't sure what time it was. Donna got out first with Angie in her arms, and I got out after. I looked around to see a simi-broken church, along with different styled carriages. I could only assume that the metal one was Hesinberg's, the red velvet and the golden flower accents was Lady Dimitrescu's carriage and if I had to guess Moreau wasn't here yet. We walked inside and Donna took her seat in the back when I had to stand. I was right, we had to wait on poor Moreau. "This shit again.." it said 'I know we've been here before but not like this so I'm wondering what would happen.' It chuckled "probably a lot of arguing." I wanted to laugh so hard but they were there so I contained myself. About 20 minutes had passed and Moreau was awfully late. "I'm so sorry Mother Miranda!" He said coming in. Mother Miranda ignored him and began the meeting. "I will just get straight to the point. We are here to talk about Y/n." Hearing my name got everyone's attention. "What are you planning to do?" Lady Dimitrescu asks "I was just about to get to that. I think I should take her for a little while. I need to experiment."
Once Miranda said that Donna was not happy. She has really separation anxiety, I've experienced this first hand when Angie hid and we couldn't find her. Donna has had a fucked up childhood if you can even call it that.
I heard Donna sigh in irritation. "Shit she's pissed-"
'I don't think she trusts Mother Miranda..' I look over at Heisenberg looking at Miranda in irritation 'Do they know something I don't? Or maybe they're just protective.. maybe?'
"Donna, are you alright with me taking her?" Mother Miranda said. Before Angie could talk for Donna, Heisenberg said instead "No, Mother Miranda." Mother Miranda looked dead at Heisenberg. "What would be your reason to make that decision?" Hesienberg chuckled and signed something to Donna and we got up and left.
"Donna what's going on?" She didn't answer, we quickly got to the carriage. "Stay here with me for a moment." Donna said sitting down next to me. "Alright but I would like to know what's going on.." Moreau was slower than Donna and he was just getting outside, leaving Mother Miranda, Heisenberg and Lady Dimitrescu. I began to worry when Donna was looking anxiously out the window at the doors. "Donna, I would like to know what's going on." But before Donna could answer me we heard a crash. "Oh shit what happened..." I say under my breath. Heisenberg came out running with something in his arms, Lady Dimitrescu coming behind him a few seconds later. "DONNA GO!" Heisenberg yelled. With that we were on our way back to the house. "Are you going to answer me?" I asked Donna. "Yes, I will. Let's just get back to the house first."
As we were going through the trail I felt an off kind of murderous feeling from eyes piercing my soul with every second. "Donna, do you feel that?" I whispered. "Yes.." she whispered back looking at the floor. The eyes were like nothing I felt before, murderous but sympathetic at the same time. "Do you think it's a lycan?" I asked her. "No..a lycan would have to know both of us or just know you."
"It doesn't feel like a lycan to you does it?"
"No, it doesn't. There has to be someone or something else here."
"If it can't be my mom, it isn't Mother Miranda..then what is it?"
"I think I might know who it is. It's only a hunch though."
'Enlighten me please.'
"I think it's HIM."
'There's no way.. he couldn't have known.'
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FanfictionREMAKE COMING SOON! The new story will have the same idea, but better and it'll make more sense. But being that this story was the first time I wrote, I dont think I did bad, i just got lost. SO remake is going to be better and make more sense. You...