Resident Evil Oneshots

Kitten

The atmosphere in Lady Donna's manor was heavy, almost suffocating, with an eerie stillness that settled in every corner of the dimly lit room. The only sound that punctuated the silence was the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards, groaning under the weight of time. The manor itself seemed alive, as though it was watching, waiting.

I stood near the grand entrance of the room, my posture stiff, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I was dressed in a simple yet elegant maid's uniform, one that had been tailored specifically for me. The fabric hugged my form, flowing gently over my frame, with subtle adjustments made to accommodate my unique features—namely, the fluffy tail that now hung low and tucked between my legs, and the soft, velvety ears that were flattened against my head, betraying my anxiety. The uniform was comfortable, but it did little to ease the tension I felt in the presence of the lady.

Mother Miranda stood to my right, her cold, calculating eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail with a practiced ease. She was a figure of immense power, and her mere presence commanded respect. Yet, for all the authority she wielded, her expression was unreadable, an impenetrable mask that revealed nothing of her thoughts.

I kept my gaze on the floor, afraid to meet the eyes of the woman who would now be my mistress. I could feel the weight of Lady Donna's gaze on me, a sensation that sent a shiver down my spine. There was a stillness in the air, a pause that stretched out, each second feeling like an eternity. Finally, Mother Miranda's voice cut through the silence, crisp and authoritative.

"Lady Donna, this is Y.N."

she began, her tone formal, her eyes briefly flicking over to me with a scrutinizing gaze before returning to Lady Donna.

"She will serve as your personal maid from now on. Ensure that she understands her duties and meets your expectations."

Lady Donna, who had been standing by the large, ornate window that overlooked the darkened gardens, turned slowly to face us. Her figure was shrouded in shadows, the dim light casting an ethereal glow around her. She was a striking figure, her beauty tinged with an air of melancholy. Her face was partially obscured by a delicate veil, and her eyes, though partially hidden, seemed to pierce through the darkness, fixing on me with an intensity that made my breath hitch.

For a moment, Lady Donna said nothing, her silence speaking volumes. She took in the sight of me, her gaze lingering on my tucked tail and flattened ears. I could feel her studying me, assessing me, and the weight of her scrutiny made my nerves fray even more. Then, to my surprise, Lady Donna's lips curved into a faint smile. It was a subtle gesture, almost imperceptible, but it softened her otherwise stern demeanour.

"Thank you, Mother Miranda,"

she said softly, her voice carrying a gentle, melodic quality.

"I am sure Y.N. will prove to be a valuable addition to my household."

Mother Miranda gave a curt nod, her expression unchanged.

"I shall leave her in your care, then,"

she said before turning to me. Her eyes bore into mine, a silent warning not to disappoint.

"Serve Lady Donna well,"

she instructed, her voice cold and final.

"O-of course, Mother M-Miranda"

I swallow hard, my gaze still fixed on the floor, only daring to steal quick, nervous glances at Lady Donna. Despite my shyness, there's a flicker of curiosity in my eyes, wondering what kind of person this enigmatic woman truly is. Lady Donna, initially calm and welcoming, her expression unreadable but her eyes—sharp and observant—never leave me.