The Mélusine's Filtered Cage

I Sense Some Impending Doom

"All I'm saying is that it isn't uncommon for women to go missing in the village, especially after a major injury," Lady Dimitrescu huffed, blowing smoke from her cigarette. "You need to get over yourself, Moreau. She's gone."

Moreau could barely hold in his anger towards Alcina. It was the first meeting after your disappearance and it's been over a month. There was no trace of you anywhere and that left Salvatore with a sour taste in his mouth. He was angry and distraught at the same time whenever you or your name came became a conversation topic. Sometimes the former more often than not. This was one of those times. All of the Lords have gathered in the same, old church for the monthly meeting and, for once, all of them were there on time. Even Heisenberg. All because Miranda mentioned that they would be discussing you. Of course, in typical cultist fashion, Miranda kept the conversation topic away from you until the very end of the meeting. When Miranda finally brought up the topic of your disappearance, Alcina jumped at the chance to say how dramatic Salvatore has been. It pissed off Salvatore and Heisenberg to no end. Donna was even angered at Alcina's words. She had formed a small friendship with you and was worried about you. While Donna didn't miss you as much as Salvatore, which was expected, she believes that Salvatore is doing anything but overreacting.

"Tell me, Alcina," Salvatore said, his voice dangerously low. "What if one of your daughters went missing out of thin air? Would you be overreacting if you tore up the village?"

"She was your brother's granddaughter," Alcina huffed, waving a hand. "She wasn't your child whereas my daughters are mine."

"Your daughters are the results of an experiment," Lord Moreau growled, standing from his seat. "They were brought into this world from a test tube, three corpses, and a moldy root. Whereas my great-niece is my flesh and blood. The only blood you share with your 'daughters' is that of your maidens."

"Mother Miranda-" Alcina started but Salvatore didn't let her finish.

"How typical of you, Alcina," Salvatore interrupts, storming to the giant woman. "Running to Mother Miranda when you are faced with any inconvenience or resistance from any one of us as if you're Mother's favourite child. This isn't a Goddamn family." Salvatore was all but seething. He was barely paying attention to his own words, a would-be-fatal mistake in front of Miranda. Karl, Donna, and Angie all glanced at Miranda, fear in their eyes. "We are Lords under Mother Miranda's rule. Nothing more." 

The room fell into an uncomfortable silence as Salvatore stared up at Alcina. She was just as shocked at his words as the other Lords. Salvatore had never expressed these kinds of emotions around Mother Miranda and she partially feared for Moreau's safety. All of them did.

For once.

"He's got a point," Heisenberg said after a beat, trying to direct Miranda's silent hostility away from Salvatore. With his signature, cocky smirk, Heisenberg laughed at Alcina. "Your leaches are nothing like Mini Moreau. You have no fucking clue why Moreau wants her back and you never will."

"That's enough," Miranda shouted, stopping Alcina from retaliating. Miranda glared at Salvatore who didn't even flinch at her hostility. "Sit down, Moreau. I won't ask you again." Begrudgingly, Salvatore took a breath and turned away from Alcina. He walked over to his usual area and sat in his chair. No one has dared move your chair since your disappearance and, frankly, no one wanted to except Alcina. "Now, what do you have to say for yourself, Salvatore?"

"My apologies, Mother Miranda," Salvatore said, sitting up straight. "I let my emotions get the better of me. Those words were only meant to hurt Alcina."

"I accept your apology, Salvatore," Miranda said, turning her nose up. "But watch your mouth next time."

"Yes, Mother Miranda," Salvatore said. It took all of his self-control not to hiss. "Again, my apologies for my outburst."