I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-With enough convincing, I got Lady Dimitrescu to invite Moreau to the house.
-"How come we need him to know about this?" Lady Dimitrescu speaks to me, a concerned voice overcoming her.
-She doesn't know that Donna and Heisenberg are with us, and the fact that she's in on the plan with me makes her insanely paranoid with Mother Miranda. To question her loyalty was unbelievable of her, especially as she was convinced by me, a stranger, to do it. I don't need her knowing about our extra partners, but I do need her to get on board with the idea of convincing the others. It'll all just come full circle by the time I'm done.
-"Well, it wouldn't hurt to get past the hard people first? Do you really think just the two of us can handle this issue on our own?"
-Lady D taps her foot on the ground, her bottom lip pouting out but she looked around the ballroom, clearly finding herself anxious but the idea and everything surrounding it. "How do you know this is going to work? Salvatore Moreau one of her most loyal, right after me."
-"Well, I convinced you, didn't I?"
-"Yes, but that disgusting amalgamation of a fish man wouldn't necessarily know anything better. Are you not uncertain that he is far too dumb to even consider going against Mother Miranda?"
-"If I can convince you, I can convince him. Remember..." I tap on the side of my head, and she looks into my eyes. "I know what I'm doing."
-"I hope you do." She says, although I had said it's telekinetically and she still has still manages to doubt it. I suppose I can blame her stubbornness on that, never really taking what I say as simple as a grain of salt, she's far too mentally strong for it. "I just don't wish to face the wrath when the cretin goes to Mother Miranda and rats us out."
-"Don't worry about that.. You can just tell her that you were only on my side to see what I was going to do, you were going to backstab me anyway, and I'll just be painted as the bad guy, she'll put me back in that cabin. Believe it or not, that cabin isn't necessarily all that bad." If she cared enough, Dimitrescu it could have noticed that I was lying, my hatred for the cabin was much bigger than my hatred for Mother Miranda.
-That however was a large contradiction, giving that its mother Miranda herself who puts me in the cabin. I supposed to both of them are just associated, so I suppose I hate them equally. Regardless of that however, Dimitrescu looks down at me with a questionable look.
-"Now what if she doesn't believe me?"
-"My vision doesn't necessarily work all the way, but it works to an extent if I try hard enough. She's tough to get through too, but I've done it once. I'll keep you safe."
-Dimetrescu nods silently and slow, before looking to the door and grimacing at the sight. Webbed fingers had pushed through the giant double doors, A low guttural grunt coming from Salvatore Moreau's body as he used his strength to get through. But the time he got past the doors, the doors closed on their own and he looked up at Dimitrescu and I with the joyous smile sitting on his face.
-It was all forced, every grin and look Dimitrescu sent to the much shorter man, but every look she gave me was more than questionable. Feeding the man and supporting him with a bucket to occasionally vomit into, we treated him how he should be, and he managed to not transform into something bigger in the middle of the castle.
-Salvatore Moreau, easily impressionable and simple minded. Miranda has the poor man wrapped around his finger, but he's mentally weak, and I'm strong enough.
-"We're treating you better than Mother Miranda ever has." I shoot at him at random, and the barrier between me and his mental was so damn thin, but then it unexpectedly bounced back at me, and it felt like a wave of nausea when it did.
-I twisted in my seat at the dining table and cup my mouth with my hand, the wretched taste of fish sitting on my tongue for a moment before I catch on. As stupid as he was, he wasn't that much of a pushover. He's worked to be loved by this woman all his life, there's no way it'll just fall into place for me. How foolish.
-"You catch the smell too, hm?" I look up at Dimitrescu who casually insulted Salvatore, however Moreau doesn't even notice it's about him.
-"I caught a bit more than just a smell." I sit up, and I look at him. "Say, Salvatore." I look him in his eyes as he looks at me, and I try again, but the slightest amount of effort made me dizzy, and I stop immediately. "Have you ever.. Y'know, wished you could go back to who you were before?"
-"What do you mean?" His voice was a bit difficult to decipher at first, but I heard him.
-"I mean, considering.. People are scared of you because of the way you look. I'm sure they weren't before."
-"It's a small price to pay for Mother Miranda!"
-I grimace slightly, which I turn into a smile, and I'm beginning to slowly notice just how manipulative I am. "Yes, but.. Do you really think Mother Miranda would pay any good prices for you?"
-Dimetrescu's eyes widen at my boldness, and she snaps her head to Salvatore Moreau. "Ignore them! They're still not yet.. Understanding the gift they've been given."
-Salvatore looks at Dimitrescu and then back at me. "Of course she would! She loves me!"
-"Yes, but does she really?" I lean towards him. "How alone are you?"
-"Very, but-"
-"Think about it Sal, if she really loved you, she'd be working on something to fix what she did to you. You wouldn't be looking like this,, vomiting constantly--"
-"Eva comes first!"
-"Eva, is, dead." I end with, and it's quiet, and I can even notice the daughters of the castle looking around the castle to watch the conversation. "But you? You're alive. Doesn't Salvatore Moreau deserve a little bit more respect?"
-"She respects me enough to give me the cadou to experiment with! Who do you think made the lycans?" Sal puts his hand to his chest --- SO IT'S YOUR FAULT? --- I bite my tongue as my face twitches just slightly. "Mother Miranda loves all of us, even you. You'll find that out."
-"Really? How does she show her love to you?"
-"She gave me the windmills--"
-"And she gave Dimitrescu a castle--"
-"She knows I love the fish!"
-"I'm sure she turned you into one for the same reason? Do you like puking your guts out too?"
-"You just don't understand--"
-"Then make me understand! Give me a reason to believe Mother Miranda cares about you?" She doesn't
-Trying to push that through sent a wave of hell through me, but I hold back a gag in response. It doesn't bounce just as much as before, and he seems a bit caught off guard by the thought he's assuming is his own. Then Dimitrescu grabs me by my shoulder and lifts me from my chair.
-"You're going to get yourself killed!" She snaps at me, and I look up at her for a moment before I look back at Moreau.
-"You could live a better life than this." I say. "Mother Miranda dumped you into the muddy waters and didn't even bother to hand you a rag when you came out--"
-"Enough!" Dimitrescu is dragging me away from the dining table.

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-"I got through!" I snap at the woman who seemed to pace back and forth in the room with me, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just a little bit, but I did something!"
-"You have any idea how much you could've cost us?" Dimitrescu looks at me. "I don't want to get taken down with you when you fail this."
-"You really think I'm going to fail?" I tilt my head. "Because I just planted the seed and I know damn well he'll be thinking about it all the way home. If anything was foolish, it was you sending him home--"
-"I am not arguing with you!" She grabs my arm and looks me in my eyes. "You listen to me carefully, no one else! You understand me?"
-I press my lips together tight, and I look to the side for a moment. "Shoulda said that sooner."
-"What?"
-I snicker, and I look up at her. "You think I started with you? I mean, I lived with Donna.. Heisenberg."
-"Heisenberg?!" Dimitrescu lets me go and steps back. "Don't lie to me, you really think that clunky mess of soil and dust would ever go against Mother Miranda? It was the only thing me and that brat had in common."
-"How about you talk to him yourself?"
-"And chance getting caught with him? Mother Miranda knows just about as much as everyone in the Village that I absolutely despise that rotten dinner plate."
-"Well, believe me or not, but it's not just us." I smile. "Maybe, if Salvatore doesn't become convinced, then it can just be us four. I'm not against that."
-Dimetrescu shakes her head at me. "Idiot." Is all she says, and then she leaves the room, letting me be alone.
-It was only later that night that Dimitrescu came tp me with a bewildered look to find that Salvatore Moreau let my small push turn into a bigger problem, overthinking it into an issue where he truly doesn't believe Mother Miranda loves him. He came to her doors and begged for her to help him think otherwise, and I could tell she wanted to carve the smug smile off of my face.
-"I told you so."
-"Shut it." She hisses, and I look to Moreau. "Now it's us. All of us." Sal looks confused, but I silently send him a message of explanation, and his walls are no longer guarding against me, and he's just as impressionable as a toddler. "What's the plan here?"