Donna had it all planned out.... Or more like Angie and the daughters did before they went home.
They had given her a detailed note on how to confess making her wonder if they had been preparing this for a long time.
"I don't know what to do." She said to the graves, as if they could answer her. "I think I should try but I am too scared.... Dammit."
She sighed, having been talking to the dead for a long while so she spun and walked off before it made her feel worst.
She made her way around the house to the front.
She bent down a bit, waving her hands over her flowers and they puffed out more of their hallucinogenic pollen.
She smiled, this way no one would interrupt her attempt only herself if she chickened out.
Tho as she turned she heard a growl.
"That's not good, why are they so close?" She looked at the lycans that smelled their way to the estate.
She was the weakest of the lords yes but compared to a normal human she still was leagues over so she easily summons a knife armed doll to her side and had it slice the jugular of the first lycan that ran her way.
She always found it odd how she feared so much but not these creature but then again, she explained it to herself by lycans not being able to think so not being able to judge her face.
The same doll almost zapped to her side it moved so fast, blinding the next lycan but the metal pipe it swung left a bloody scratch on Donna's face, underestimating the side arm of it.
"How dare you?" She was clearly displeased, Wendy liked her face and someone dared to disfigure it more, the doll hacked a hole through its chest and stabbed a generous hole in its heart.
Doll maker looked around, in awe at just how many lycans were around, she'll need to have a word with Heisenberg and how he lost control over them again, they never dare get so close.
She heard the noise of a whistling deer, that's the only thing she could describe it as, a pure bone tail entered her vision, the scary bony end of it brushing against her face.
She looked at it, turning to follow the tail, eyes soon meeting a seemingly emaciated half-dog's body with really matted, dirty and shaggy fur, next came the sharp exposed rib with them all converging towards the bleeding hole in the chest.
She next turned her gaze to the huge deer skull with what looked like snake fangs filling its jaws instead of the normal deer teeth, the eye-sockets crying black blood too with only a bright red glow where the eyes should be, majestic wide antlers adorned the head, looking heavy but the creature easily moved its head and body, hind legs on Donna's left and front on her right, any normal creature would have a broken spine from this but this one seemed fine.
She blinked in awe, bringing her hand up and resting it on the flat of the skull right under the eye-socket, the bone felt ice cold but the liquid was warm, feeling like wax on her fingers as the being's tail whipped the ground before reaching her face and wiping the drop of blood that came from it off with its sharp but skillful tip.
Donna could almost feel the angel radiate of it as it stared at the blood, the fur shifting like a black ocean, violently whipping without the winds help.
She blinked in slight fear as an angry shriek came from the being, making her take her hand back, hugging it, not wanting to be hurt.
"Wendigo." She muttered, this creature fit the loose description, the more modern one.
The creature breathed out, deadly maw opening and pale clouds of air coming out as she felt the red glow 'look' at her as if it was a normal eye.
(This is basically the voice that comes from the creature currently)
"They hurt you." The voice was so deep, Donna never expected it from her, for a moment doubting if it was Wendy.
It sounded exactly how wendigo speech was described tho in addition to its deep gruffness, it sounded human but only like an imitation, the tone off, the pronunciation off, just off. (I am not dissing Corpse just so you know.)
"I'm fine." She touched her stinging cheek as the creature's low growl echoed through the area, Donna felt the sound reverberate through her body.
She flinched as the creature shrieked in anger at the lycans, some off the more cowardly ran as many growled back.
And Donna watched the bloody show with a learnt fascination.
How the creatures jaws crushed through lycan's rib cage with no trouble.
How its claws sliced one in half.
How the deadly stinger of a tail stabbed through a chest and yanked out a heart.
How an antler skewered a body and shook it over her head, spraying disgusting lycan blood around.
All while the body part seemingly were immune to physics, bending in angles no living being should be, hell, Donna watched her run over her own back foot as her body bent in half.
She could see how amazing this was, Cassandra's story not bringing it justice, the pure apex predator putting on a bloody show just for her.
Donna looked at the still waxy blood on her hand, it was releasing a black smoke and slowly vaporizing itself while the lycans that got splashed with it got their skin and flesh melted away as it attacked the bone.
Donna's new intrusive thoughts got the best of her and, holding one bloody finger up and bringing it to her face, she stuck out her tongue and licked it.
She was not a vampire like Alcina but she had more then once agreed to drink a glass of her maiden blood filled vine to please her, she was never a fan, tasting metal and knowing where it came from but not wanting to disappoint her sister. She was a killer but not an eater of the dead so it was a surprise her intrusive action got rewards by something other then rot and dust in her mouth.
"L.... Licorice?" She asked herself but the rest of the blood was gone in black smoke plus she couldn't smell the rot and fetid smell everyone described wendigoes to smell like, no, she smelled forest oak which she found really odd, she'll need to ask Wendy after it.
"They are all dead."
She was brought out of her contemplation by the heavy beast sitting in front of her but body twisted so her head was at the almost same height as Donna's.
She looked at the red lycan blood that turned to dust and flaked of the skull, leaving it clean.
Donna looked at her, heart beating in her throat.
She brought up her hands, cradling the huge head between her hands, tiptoeing and planting a little kiss on the tip of the skull.
"T-thanks." She said, blushing but with a smile.
"Anything for you." The fake human voice rumbled.
Donna chuckled, letting herself hug the head and the creature didn't complain, letting Donna do so.
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Blood, Dolls And Monsters. (Donna X F.OC)
FanfictionWendigo. That was her name, or at least what everyone called her. They gave her other names, too, since she escaped first: Monster, demon, devil, nightmare, and much worse. She was now trapped in the domain of a powerful priestess who called herself...
