The Fourth Daughter

Chapter 1

Blood, it's one of the reason why Elvira even came to Romania, tracing back her ancestry to the mountainous regions of Eastern Europe, no one else in her close family is alive anymore, left alone at an early age now grown at the age of nineteen traversing the backwaters of Romania with Rosemary Winters both hoping to find something left of either of their family member's.

Blood not her own now stains her face and mouth, the still warm liquid metallic taste left to saturate in Elvira's mouth, a burning reminder of the situation she's gotten herself in, battered and bruised, her hands tied behind her back and mouth gagged,being dragged to her fate from the village to the castle looming over.

The heavy ornate doors were swung open to which Elvira was unceremoniously shoved inside along with her traveling bag plopping along with her on the marble floor, turning around to only get the doors swifly slammed in her terror stricken face, left alone with the overbearing silence afterwards.

Elvira not wanting to stay around after hearing the mumblings of "sacrifice" and "bloodthirsty monsters" from the villagers that roughly dragged her along with other not very pleasant words, tried opening the doors by turning around with her bound hands and grasping the handle with trembling fingers to only be stopped with a click when turned-the doors were locked, in desperation she even turned and attempted to kick the handle off to break the lock with all her might fitted into her 5"0 ft frame, unsurprisinly no success,afterwards just butting the heavy wooden doors with her head a few times in frustration, slouching with her head resting against the door Elvira knew her chances of getting out of this situation alive and reunited with Rose was even more slim with her hands still bound and panicking, for a moment she wracked her brain then bolted up at recalling the multi-tool knife in her travel bag and lowered herself down to the floor and scooted herself across to her possible route of salvation, with her hands still tied tightly behind with the rope digging into her skin uncomfortably and the mans blood still fresh upon her face as a reminder of what she had done in the name of self-defense after a run in with some locals who don't appreciate tourists evidently, trying to open the bag was difficult to say the least and so was searching basically blind.

Left breathing heavy through clenched teeth beneath the cloth still tied tightly around her head,cursing just about everything and everyone she can conjure in her mind including agreeing to come on this trip with Winters and wherever the hell she went as Elvira attempts to gather herself there on the floor wondering upon the broken shards that is her life leading to this moment with only one friend in the middle of nowhere Romania with an apparent cult and supposedly dead B.O.W's still running around, holding back the building anxiety and tears she tries and focus on her task on locating the multi-tool knife in her bags many zippers and pockets that she also cursed upon in her rushing thoughts.

So busy wallowing in her own misery and shuffling search of the bag, she wasn't able to notice the low buzzing sound and swarms of fly invading the foyer a few feet behind her taking shape of three human forms.

Maniacal laughter that made her blood curdle is what caused her to cease any activity at that moment, than in a flash she was easily hauled up by the scruff of her jacket with a muffled yelp being the only response she can produce at the sudden action, to then be maneuvered and turned to face the source of the noise.

"Well hello, little mouse." Was purred in a terrifyingly chipper tone from the blonde being the one to grab her and now looking down on her.