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

-Bonded-

(because I need a reason for stuff)

"Damn you are flexible!!" Angie pipped up from across the room and Donna needed to agree with her.

The times were getting colder, winter pulling in as the chimney was blocked and their guest had volunteered to help clean it up and they had watched her easily twist her body to reach up and climb in, having just come back from the shower she took to clean up.

"I am no human, my body doesn't work the same way." Donna freaked slightly out as Wendy, with a twist dislocated her own leg without a wince before putting it back in place. "I am flexible indeed." She leaned back against the wall and twisted her torso a whole 360°, grinning as the doll maker rubbed her own back just imagining how it would feel, letting her body snap back to normal. "Humans have tendons that limit the rang of motion of their muscles, either mine are really long since I can feel the strain sometimes in the most obscure movements or I don't have limits like in my other body."

"That's freaky... Donna can we keep her?!" Angie said like a child would.

"Angie! She is her own person." The doll maker scolded.

"I'd let you keep me." And Donna was back at being a red beacon at the creature's cheeky remarks.

"Shut up!" She threw the book she was holding at the creature who effortlessly caught it.

"Native american myths? Really?" She asked. "I can give you much more answers then a book humans wrote about creatures my kind."

"I don't think you can answer this one." She shook her head, Wendy found it so cute she wanted to wring her neck out, human's called it cuteness aggression and she thought it fit so well, so cute that you want to hurt what is cute.

It was hard for her not to but she enjoyed Donna alive much more then she would sleeping in the dirt.

"Try me."

"I really don't." She cupped her hand over the Cadou scar, doing that when she was uncomfortable since it she didn't wear her veil around her guest.

"Do try, I lived many lives longer then you, I'll have answers I promise." She sat back in the couch behind her as Angie more or less pushed Donna to sit near her.

Donna's nervous heartbeat was loud in Wendy's ears.

"Adorable, oh how sweet you'd taste, tender souls always taste the best." Wendy thought, mouth watering but she was far from a mindless beast, her kin were ambush predators after all, luring in victims and, above all, it left a bitter taste in her mouth to bite in the fragile looking pale skin.

Donna wasn't the touchy type so she was surprised she dared to even kiss the deer skull she had for a head, she herself didn't initiate it, knowing it was more important that it was Donna that looked for it but the wait was getting long to wait.

"Well Cassandra said you stank of rot and putrid liquid." Donna started simply, curiosity making her raise her voice's volume above its usual whispered tone.

"Ah the little fly gossips? That's not nice, hurts my dead heart but you could say that. I am a creature of death, wendigoes are either born from other wendigoes or humans who resort to cannibalism in hunger so if we smelt like rose water and honey it would be a bit weird don't you think?"

"Yeah well... Yeah."

"Don't worry, the smell shouldn't linger plus I don't smell like that as a human that much unless my blood is spilt, I won't infest your lovely home with my smell."

"That's not the problem... I didn't seem to smell it with the black liquid oozing everywhere when you made sliced ham out of those lycans."

"Hmm.... This IS interesting, is there something else?" Wendy asked, turning her body more to Donna's, knees bumping but neither pointing it out, Donny would be too nervous anyway.

A knowing glint shone in the red eyes but they weren't gonna say more until Donna did.

"Donna licked your blood!!"

"ANGIE!!"

"Even I wouldn't do that." Wendy said. "Or at least wouldn't to other wendigoes, we don't taste nice."

"L-licorice."

"Hmmm?"

"It was like licorice to me." She barely whispered, finding it more and more stupid she even thought of doing that in the first place.

"Hmmm.... Well you saw how my blood boils? Literally I mean."

"Hell yeah!! That was so cool!! Rotting skin off the bone!!" Wendy nodded at Angie's excited words.

"Indeed but I was able to carry Cassandra back to her mother and you were able to touch me. Simply said, I consider you far to worthy to be hurt."

"Worthy of what?" Donna was confused.

"Trust? Love? Friendship? Who knows but something, I don't control this, it just happens, bird mommy would get boiled away no matter how she tried to approach touching my blood."

"I-I suppose." Donna's mind caught and held the word 'love' in a death grip, refusing her the peace of forgetting it. "I am glad."

"I am too." Wendy grinned. "I enjoy your company even if I am stuck here." She winked at her.

Wendy know there was a bit more too it, Cassandra was liked by her but she knew if the vampire tried to drink her blood she'd retch at the taste, she guessed she should say thanks to Donna's intrusive thoughts that lead to this discovery.

It could only meant one thing to any wendigo.

Donna had accidentally confirmed her theory.

Wendy wasn't completely certain why she was so protective towards the doll maker but this, this was the answer.

There was no clear answer why it happened but the least someone was disgusted by a wendigo's smell or blood the more special they were, it was someone born with special genetics of sorts making them either a perfect vessel to be a wendigo and if they didn't become one they were called bonded.

Wendy only met one bonded, her own mother, usually the only way for a wendigo to gain a human body was to find the perfect bonded for them, usually to reproduce.

Wendy didn't like the idea of Donna being purely of use for her race and promised herself no one would take this bonded from her, she doesn't like sharing after all and she quite liked the idea of Donna being purely hers.

But then again, she was playing the patient game, grinning in the shadows each time the doll maker dared to make a move towards her, wondering when she'll grow bored of this wait, knowing it was for soon if she didn't move herself and she suspected Donna might have a nervous melt down if the wendigo started to play the game too.