Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)

-Lycan-

This was the second time the wendigo came out of a knock-out sleep and she wasn't pleased tho unlike before this awakening was different.

She was still tied up yes but not as securely as before, simple pure platinum cuffs around her wrists which were tied in front of her body and the one around her throat.

She sat up, looking around calmly, seeing herself in a dark room.

It took a while for her eyes to adjust as her pupils went round, taking in the room.

Before she even saw anything, the smell of blood was what first came to her and now that she saw it was clear why.

This room was creepy even for her standards, dolls hanging on every wall in different states of being finished and styles of dolls, and as her eyes scanned the room the source of the smell was found.

(FunFact: I forgot how the Beneviento house looks like so making it up from what I remember of it but basically basement, ground floor and first floor are the three levels that will be in my house and if it is not canon?.... Well nothing of this story really is, is it?)

In the middle of the room was an old ornate table but with iron cuffs built into the top of it, what remained of a man strapped to it, his dead eyes still staring at the ceiling and his mouth agape but long gone cold.

Her stomach growled but for once she had something else to care for before satiating her endless hunger: getting out of here.

She knocked her face in her shoulder and her mask was indeed there, she started to think Miranda found her face too ugly to look at, and, she needed to agree with her, this was a much better sight, the black faceless mask.

She pushed the unlocked door open with her shoulder, walking out in the dusty smelling hallways just as dark as anything else she has seen since she woke up.

She walked around, finding a little study with a huge shelf of books, a storage room for doll parts, a well that smelled of rotting flesh, she theorized whoever kept her here just dumped the corpses down in and that it must be deep enough that they didn't smell it, she knew how her smelling ability was better then any creature on European soil.

"Then again... I was born here, my ancestors are the Americans." She finally spoke up since she met Miranda, knowing no one would hear her but it made her dry throat feel even more parched then it already was.

(This is her voice claim.)

Another door led her in yet another hallway but this one was lit with old lamps, flickering and dim as they seemed to be ready to die at the barest breeze if it was to hit them.

Her eyes spotted the elevator but also the door near it cracked open with much stronger light coming from it.

She crouched down, hating her hands were tied and useless, limiting her abilities to move as, even if she was a human currently it would have been easier to move on all fours passed the door.

She was silent, slipping in the half open elevator, hearing a woman's voice hum from the room.

She hissed softly as when she clicked the only button that was there the elevator groaned and almost shrieked to life as it started moving.

As the elevator rose she just saw the bottom of the woman's dress as the elevator rose into stone tunnel.

She heard a scream but only muffled, the shrieking and creaking of the old machine drowning it all out.