I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)
Warning: Self-Injury, blood, eating human

-It took another day until I had convinced her well enough to release me from the cabin, and another until she came back and decided it was time for me to meet the other Lords.
-"Someone more trustworthy is going to be keeping an eye on you from now on." Mother Miranda tells me, I can see the castle from afar. "She's the one who let me know that you've been running around, after all."
-Snitch. But to be fair, Lady Dimitrescu really does seem like a teacher's pet in the end. "I believe I met her about four or five days ago, you won't have to worry about introduction."
-Mother Miranda nods silently, and soon enough we're at the doorways of the castle. It doesn't take long until we've entered the place, and I'm standing in the first room of the castle, looking at the painting of three different women. They all look rather familiar, and it took a moment until I realized that it was Lady Dimitrescu's daughters sitting in frame. It was only a few seconds later that the tall woman came through the door frame, standing up at her tallest height as she walks closer and smiles down at Mother Miranda with such a smile, you'd believe Mother Miranda wasn't as evil as she was.
-"Hello Mother Miranda. I promise you, I'll take good care of my newest sibling." Dimitrescu says, looking over at me with a gleam in her eye.
-"I'd believe you would." Mother Miranda says. "You're the one who told me of their disobedience, after all.. They should be easier to handle now."
-"You can trust me, Mother Miranda."
-I'm pushed towards the woman two tomes my height, and I'm grabbed by the back of my vest and lifted from the ground. She's carrying me away, my toes occasionally dragging against the ground as she has to duck beneath the door on occasion, before she stands me in some sort of guest room. I look up at her as she steps away from me, looking at her own claws before looking down at me.
-"I knew you'd learn soon enough." Dimitrescu said to me, and I nod.
-"It was foolish of me, I know. It just takes a little bit for me to realize how grateful I should be."
-Dimetrescu smiles. "You're not as dumb as I expected you to be.. Heisenberg said he's run into you as well, I'm surprised he didn't ruin that outfit of yours, as tattered as it is.. Needs a wash."
-"If I could wash it I would've by now." Dimitrescu cocks her head to the side.
-"If you'd like to dress yourself in a different set of clothes then I can get your outfit settled." She tells me, and I nod silently, before I look around the room in a quick scan before I look up at her once more.
-"Have you got those clothes I can get into? And perhaps a bit of.. Privacy?"
-Not long after I say this, I'm handed an outfit that's actually quite feminine (despite my gender) and I am putting it on. It tightens around my body and some of my curves are popping out a bit too much as I look myself in the mirror. It's all black, and I do have a cloak that comes with it.
-"It's one of my daughter's outfits, a bit worn." She says, standing behind me as she walks in without warning and I look up at her.
-"Are you saying too little or too big?"
-Her answer depends on my size really, in comparison to three six foot women who eat meat as a way to live. I even find myself sitting at a table with them, looking at all three as they seemed a lot less well kept than their mother does. Dimitrescu hasn't taken her eyes off of me once, noticing how I didn't take a bite of my own meal yet.
-"Are you not hungry? I'd believe given your nails, you'd be a bit more intrigued to eat meat than anything."
-"Uh." I look down at the plate and my heart pounds in my chest as a swell of scents race through my nostrils as I focus on it. "Yeah, just.. Getting used to my surroundings."
-I strike the knife into the corner and I can feel Daniela float over and breathe down my neck, her children are interested to see my reaction. It's like they've force fed this meat to people who weren't of their species, getting a kick out of seeing their reaction. However I'm certain that they didn't expect mine, as I put that bite in my mouth, I was not only flooded with a heavy flavor, I was full of fear, but not my own. The memory of being hunted by these women came across me, being in a body that I don't recognize and praying to see a family that I had a vague familiarity over. It was then that it hit me.
-I'm consuming this person's flesh, and their memories, their human abilities that include their agility, and I gain more of that as I'm shoveling them into my mouth and tasting the salt in their tears as I taste their blood too, the meat not cooked well enough to rid of the liquid that squishes between my teeth and stain my gums. If I could see myself, my eyes were dilated so large that my eyes could basically be black at this point, but instead all I saw was the sight of Lady Dimitrescu's smile as she sawed her long sharp nails into my neck.
-The plate was empty when I finished and came back, and I could tell that the women around the table were astonished to see how well I took their dinner. Her daughters looked a bit scared, aside from Cassandra who was absolutely grinning ear to ear at the sight of me and seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm. Lady Dimitrescu seemed... Pleased, until she spotted the look in my eyes as my pupils finally shortened and she could spot the glow of gold. I smile at her, and I take a deep breath in, and then out.
-"Tell me Alcina, have you ever felt more alone than you do right now?" I ask, and she blinks at me, and although she is quite the distance, I can tell that speaking this out loud caught her off guard.
-"What do you mean, alone? I have my daughters right here?"
-I glance around at them, and I recognize that I probably can't work my magic with them around. They stalk me like I'm a mouse and they're the cats, expect in reality they're just bigger mice. I look back to the larger woman before me, and it's like she read my mind.
-"Girls, privacy."
-They float away in sync, and just as the doors close, I make my way across the table in seconds, my hands hoisting my weight as I nimbly cross and land in front of her. She looks me up and down before scowling as the way I have my fucking boots on the table, but I don't care.
-"First of all," Dimitrescu starts, "My first name stays out of your mouth. You know what you're meant to call me--"
-I grab the knife and gently take her hand in my own, and she raised her brows at me. She's not at all concerned it seems, just more so intrigued.
-"I need to test something." "You trust me to do this."
-Her eyes match mine for a second before she leans over and bites her fang into her palm absentmindedly, knowing that my knife wouldn't work. I raise her arm and her blood dribbles into my mouth, and the information I consume is far more painful than the last.
-A sickening feeling came over me, the urges to drink blood just to survive and not be mutilated due to my sickening disease made me feel impossible to get close to. As much as it felt enjoyable to be intimidating, it felt very lonely knowing I could never truly be near to someone anymore. That would be for the rest of my life. But this isn't what I'm looking for.
-Another drop sends me into a spiral of memories, I recall singing on a stage in front of groups of people, being objectified by foolish men that ended up dead by my word. I was strong, my word meant something. I was respected, but now I don't have that anymore. Not enough of it. Almost.
-Another drop gives me the memory I need, one I'm sure she's not even recalling and attempting to avoid. Being lead into a cemetery, forcefully experimented on against my will. Mother Miranda puts the cadou in and it's destined to never come out. The trauma given is imprinting onto my psyche. There we go.
-She yanked her hand back, but it was far too late. She looked shocked with herself, that she even gave herself up like that. She has far more will than to give that up to me, doesn't she? Then it struck her, almost in the same way it hit me, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she knows it just as well as I do, what I'm capable of.
-"Alcina." I say, and she's up and out of her chair, backing away from me as I hope off the table and stand before her.
-A woman her size could crush me like an ant. But I'm a mouse and nothing else.. But given that fearful look in her expression, it seems to me like she's the elephant in this scenario.
-"You had so much before this." I say, feeling the edges of my nails with my thumb. "She tore it out of you, gave you a curse in which you'd never be able to sing in front of your beloved fans ever again--"
-"SILENCE!" She struck claws out of her hands and swung them at me, and I suppose she expected to split me into pieces, but memories weren't all that I took.
-Invincibility was part of the package, as well as a longing for the taste of blood and the insufferable feeling of there being more just beyond my finger tips. I have claws too, but I wasn't going to get physical with her, even as my skin grew back along my flesh and my blood dissipated off of my body in a matter of seconds, the tears in the cloak remaining.
-"You're a victim, just like I am." I look up at her, stepping closer as she instinctively stood her ground.
-"I am not a victim."
-".. You're right." I reach up and I take her hand in mine, and my eyes glow as I stare right back into hers. "You're just another failure to replicate Eva, nothing less and nothing more.. You deserve better than this."
-"Get out of my head."
-I let go of her hand, and I drop my own arms to my sides. "I'm not going to force you to be on my side." I tell her. "I just want you to know that I'm on yours."
-She glares at me before she turns around and then tells her daughters to take me away.

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-I'm in my old outfit, feeling the thick thread of the cat sitting on my collar before the door opened, and I turned to see Lady Dimitrescu before. She steps up in front and stares down at me, before she takes a deep breath and sighs.
-"I'm with you." She tells me, and a smile comes across my face.
-"I'm glad that you are." I sit up, and I stand before her. "You won't regret it, I promise.. Once we figure this all out, we'll figure out how to fix what's happened, and you'll be able to sing again.. And maybe we can keep those claws of yours."
-"They are quite enticing, aren't they?" She looks at my hand as I show my own. "..My blood isn't all you consumed, I see."
-They click together as I make them do so. "I've got the blood of a winner in my system." I look up at her with a smile, and my eyes glow dim. "You're on my side. No stepping back now."
-"No going back now." She says in a whisper, although a bit unsure with her expression. But I know for a fact that her certainty will come with time.
-"Remember," I speak, "I'm on your side."