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

-Awake-

Wendy woke up in quite a soft bed in a familiar place.

She sat up, looking around, half expecting Miranda around but no, it was simply her room in the Beneviento estate.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, again in just a nightgown but she had ripped her newest set of clothes.

Her thoughts on that quickly ended as she saw neatly folded ones on the little bedside table.

She grabbed them, grinning, she smelt Donna on them so these were either hers or she had made them, both ideas making her smile.

She put them on and they fit her so it was the second option as the doll maker was smaller in size than the creature herself, she was a good eight inches shorter after all.

It was not as uniform of a black at her previous ones but she didn't care.

Her boots remained the same and it was fade black jeans shorts that reached her knees, these ones had functional pockets unlike her previous ones, her top was a long sleeved turtle neck that was made of a stretchy fabric, it was hugging her body and kept her warm, she even got new gloves but these were fingerless ones, Donna probably realized she kept poking holes through them with her claws.

She would ask nicely for the doll maker to make her new stuff or a copy of her old outfit she told herself even if the woman herself had many versions of that one dress and veil combo.

She looked at her legs, this time part of them left uncovered but she didn't care, usually she needed to hide from humans to fit in to hunt but here there was no need for that, watching the shadowing shapes crawl over her skin, like small blotches of black ink.

It was nothing special, almost like her true form seeping through at moments, if those patches traveled to her fingers, her claws would grow out for example and that she could not control, it just happened, the twisting and movements of her true self under this disguise as a human.

It had felt good to be herself again but then again she couldn't really enjoy it at that moment.

She left her room to look for the doll maker.

Those man carried weapons that were blessed and holy so they wouldn't simply be able to hurt the Cadou holders but also her so that means they knew she was near here, she wondered if they came looking for her in the first place.

She leaned forwards, grabbing her lower mask piece and sliding it in her back pocket, if that was the case they might show up again.

"No please stop!"

She shook her own childhood voice out of her head, she long stopped fearing humans but those moments in her life would still haunt her and what they did to her body.

Because of them, even other wendigoes, yes they had more in captivity before she killed anyone and everyone that day, looked at her at the enemy, changed from what a wendigo truly was.

First and foremost she knew other wendigoes looked like themselves and had no human disguise, that was her ability and what came with her blood in this human form, she hated them for what they did to her.

She looked around, heading down the elevator.

And she knew those Umbrella guys were stubborn, hunting their escaped experiment until it was either dead or caught, it fed her but it was also annoying.

She knew of who the bird mommy was, how could she forget that face? That scientist, that voice.... The only console to her was the memory of wringing that brats neck, separating her head from her body in front of the weeping mother and she'll take even more pleasure when Miranda connects the dots of her past with her and why she hates her by instinct.