Possession (RE8 Miranda X Reader)

Chapter 7

DARIA'S POV

I glared at Miranda as she turned to face me.

"Why are you glaring little wretch?"
Miranda asked.

"Your little weirdo friends just tried to eat me"
I snapped.

"I got you out of there, did I not?"
Miranda smirked.

"Why did you leave me with them in the first place?"
I hissed.

"I did not think they would defy me like that"
Miranda admitted.

"Defy you? When did you tell them not to?"
I scoffed.

Miranda remained silent.

Exactly.

Miranda tilted my head to the side and cleaned the bite mark.

"It seems Daniela wanted supper"
Miranda snickered.

"That is not funny, why the fuck are they eating people anyways?"
I inquired.

"They have a condition"
Miranda informed.

I feel like that's only half the story or less.

"Whatever"
I sighed.

"People are going to ask about this bite mark by the way"
I added.

"No they won't, it's you, you've probably had plenty of mouths in that area"
Miranda deadpanned.

She's not wrong.

Most marks don't look like this though.

"You've ruined your Dress"
Miranda glared.

I looked to see blood stains.

"That's not my fault"
I retorted.

I looked to see a record player in the corner.

I wonder what music Miranda listens too?

I picked up the cases for the Albums.

"So your a dark classical kind of Woman?"
I grinned.

"I am"
Miranda stated.

"Yup I see it"
I chuckled.

"Well I'll be leaving, if you wasn't well you I'd probably have asked you to a dance"
I smirked.

I began to leave but felt an Arm around my waist.

I was pulled back into Miranda Chest.

"Is this the part where you beg me to dance with you?"
I added.

"No you insolent Rat, I would never beg to the likes of you, I was just returning this"
Miranda hissed.

Oh it was my Diary.

I grabbed hold of it.

I used my other hand to switch the music on before turning to face Miranda and grabbing her hand.

"Come on dance with me"
I chuckled.

I was surprised when Miranda put her hand on my waist.

The dancing was actually pretty awkward.

I was surprised that Miranda was a bad dancer, she didn't seem like the type to be bad at it.

I didn't really care though.

I smirked as she stood on my Foot.

"If you tell anyone about this wretch, I'll gut you"
Miranda hissed.

"I'll take your word for it, dancing isn't your thing?"
I asked.

"What does it look like to you? Rat"
Miranda glared.