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

-Chat-

Donna felt like a nervous wreck and Angie was trying to calm her down but it was not working.

She sat at the two person dinning table, cupping her trembling hands around a cup of tea she made herself, sighing shakily.

She was driven from the room with simple polite words but she felt if she did anything other then leave when asked that she would have died. She felt like she accidentally bit of more then she could chew at the meeting with Mother Miranda and the lords by saving her herself and now she was chocking on the piece with no one to help her out.

She feared for her life but hoped the premise of being stuck here even if she did die would keep the wendigo from hurting her for now.

(Funfact: I wanted to make a brave/confident Donna fic but I find nervous/shy Donna too cute to pass up as you could have noticed by now.)

She grabbed her own wrist with one hand, the other holding the cup's handle but unable to move, the porcelain pieces clinging against each other.

Her mind was moving at hundreds of miles in all ways, from imagining how her dead body would look like to how fit yet average the other woman was, it was a mess up in her skull that would give her a headache later... If she survived.

She tried to ask for a sort of meeting, a talk, a deal, it was the only thing she could think off to escape her possible death a bit longer and lucky her, the creature accepted.

She straightened out when boots clicked down the staircase that had led to the first floor, tho that scary place.

Donna's mind went silent for a moment before she looked away, face red.

The other woman had indeed put on what she could, socks and boots along with her pants and gloves but she was still in her simple bra up top, T-shirt and hoodie thrown over her shoulder.

"What are you walking around so indecently!? You are burning my eyes!" Angie yelled as the woman invited herself to sit in the only other chair, the one facing Donna from across the square table, she was more then glad that her veil was there now of any times.

"I can't put them on." She showed her obviously cuffed wrists.

Donna watched for a moment as the few randomly painted on black streaks on the woman's body, things that looked like tattoos, moved in front of her eyes, like shadows slithering across the skin in search for something before once again stopping any movement.

Donna was amazed for a moment, a moment of peace in her fear, the creature in front of her surpassed anything she'd ever seen in her own Cadou infested family of failures, it almost made her want to know more.... Almost, the multitude of over-crossing scars of different natures reminding her there was a reason why she got them in the first place and that she was dangerous.

"If you don't hurt me I can get them off." Angie spoke for Donna before looking at the woman but Donna didn't look at her doll, trying to summon in the confidence she felt when she did what she loved, making dolls with no one to bother her.

"How nice of you." The voice was almost sickeningly charming, like too much sugar coating the surface of the mostly rotten apple hiding underneath it.

"Promise."

"I promise I won't hurt you, on my life." Donna watched in confusion as the woman pulled off one glove before tensing up when a claw burst from the woman's pointer finger, the skin around the finger black and places growing black fur. "Cross on my heart."

Donna grabbed the cup handle hard enough for her to hear a small 'click', a small piece chipping off into her hand as she watched the woman cut a bloody cross into her chest without flinching with the claw.

She was scared but she still grabbed a napkin of the counter as she stood and went around the table, without much of a thought, wiping the blood.

"Ah thank you, you are much too kind." Her hands pulled away with a step back. "Well.... Are you going to free me now?"

Donna's hands shook as she knew what she needed to do now, grabbing the key from a hidden drawer and tiptoeing over.

She was staring at the lock, struggling to put the key in because of her trembling and she felt a predatory gaze burn into her as she did so.

The moment the cuffs clicked open Donna backed away but the woman just freed her wrists, rubbed them, pulled on her glove and the rest of her clothing, oh how much Donna wished she could read her expression but that mask was in the way of it, not helping in easing her worry.

"So, I am stuck here with you." The woman stated when Donna finally sat back down also, running a now back to normal finger over the grain of the table but her red eyes were staring at her through the eye holes on the mask. "How unfortunate wouldn't you say?"

"It is how Mother Miranda wants it and so it will be."

"Aaahr!" She spat, looking to the side a moment before facing Donna again. "Let her eat my ass if I care for what that bloody bird woman wants from me."

"Mother Miranda always gets what she wants, it would be easier to answer her questions." Donna was glad Angie didn't relay the stuttering she would have if she was the one actually talking right now.

"Well it's time for her to learn that she can't get everything she wants, tough luck, I don't like her."

"Then you'll be here until she does get what she wants."

"I am not an idiot I know!" She growled out. "Anyway lady Beneviento right? I know quite some things about this place, Miranda's annoying rambling on how all have failed to bring some brat, Eve, back to life and the chatter, gossip, monologue of the villain.... I got to admit you are not how I imagined the lords to be like."

Donna couldn't help a shivered, almost hearing the smirk in the woman's voice when she said her surname, it rolled off her tongue like water, even after all these years no one ever said it with such an accent, it made her face redder.

"If you know my name shouldn't I get your name too?"

"Hmm I haven't had one in a long time." She said, head tilting as if she was thinking about it or remembering something. "Many know me for what I am, a name no one dares to say out loud from the lands of my ancestors because it summons us to our victims, the fools doomed themselves but worry not, I need you alive to have a chance to get out so I won't hurt you even if you call my name, I promised." One of the red eyes closed in the darkness for a moment, Donna understanding it as a wink. "Ah I'm rambling on ain't I? Wendigo, that's what I am called, that simple."

"That's lame!" Angie declared with her own voice, it being slightly lower pitched when Donna was speaking through her. That comment froze Donna's heart as she whipped her head at Angie. "What? It's lame!" The doll shrugged.

Donna's new found fear was eased slightly with a deep chuckle from the creature in front of her, the most innocent this woman could sound was still making her nervous.

"I give you back the compliment."

"HEY!!! DONNA LET ME AT HER!!! LET ME AT HER!!!" The doll maker held Angie who was shaking her little fists at the creature who hadn't as much as flinched in surprise.

"But lady Beneviento." The pair froze at the voice that was serious again. "I will get out of here before Miranda learns what she wants and you will help me."

"We'll see." Donna dared to say as despite being scared, Mother Miranda was in her nightmare more then this creature could ever be and she'd never tempt Mother Miranda's anger.

"We'll see." A chuckle came with it as the woman stood up making Donna tense yet again. "I'll head to my room, I'll assume I won't be sleeping on the floor right?" Donna nodded, not liking the tone, scary. "Good, do enjoy your tea."

And with that she was gone.

Donna was sure in was not more then a five minute conversation but the room felt cold, like death had passed through it and the tea bitter with fear and stress while she was stuck in her chair.

"Oh help my Mother Miranda, for I do not wish to die."