Bela

The Family of Dimitrescu

Bela

She began to feel herself returning to consciousness with a far less aching head, but no less painful body. She groaned slowly, noticing she was on soft silken sheets and her clothes had been changed out for her favorite pajamas when she had been a teenager. Cute theatre masks on papaya colored fabric.

She slowly blinked away the crust of dreams as she sat up and instantly recognized her own bedroom. Black curtains over a balcony window, good wooden dressers that looked like they hadn't been moved since she left. The ceiling still glistened with a few hooks she left there, though she could tell Casey likely borrowed a few.

The walls were the same lovely shade of rose gold and decorated with paintings of little silhouettes of swing dancing couples. The sight made her stomach twist in knots, if briefly. She sighed as her hand touched her stomach and found most of the bruising had finally healed. He had hit her in the ribs quite a few times and she was relieved to see it didn't stick around.

Standing up, the sheets slowly fell from her body as she winced. Her ankle still throbbed slightly with an ache she couldn't shake just yet. She sighed with a hand leaning on the bedpost shaped like a female goddess. "Okay... One step at a time." She muttered encouragingly to herself.

A step, and another twitch of pain had the girl whimpering as she fell back with a flop onto her comfy bed. A sigh easily escaped her lips at how comfy it felt. How good it was to be home.

Her eyes snapped wide open as she remembered where she was. "Oh shit..." Before panic could truly grip, there was a knock on the door.

"C... Come in." She said as she sat up. She clapped her hands as the more powerful lights snapped on overhead, casting a gentle yellow glow on things as it seems Dani hadn't bothered to replace the old bulbs. Not that it mattered to Bela.

The door creaked open to show her Mamma first. For a human woman, she was a figure. Nearly six feet tall, with waist length, curly, thick brown hair,and easily twice the muscle of your average man, she was a curvy woman that had been with her mother now for well over 20 years and had even been the one to help bring Dani back when they were all being restored. It had come with conditions, but Bela was assured that so long as any bloodshed was kept to evil folks, they'd be left alone.

"Mamma... I -" she was cut off by a tight, loving, warm hug as moisture gathered on her shoulder.

"Thank fuck you're ok..." She muttered as she squeezed Bela in closer. A sniffle came out, and Bela felt her own face began to get watery against as she clutched onto her Mamma's back.

"I.. I'm sorry..." She whispered between emerging choked sobs.

"Shhh. It's okay baby girl. It's okay." She comfortably kissed Bela's forehead. "Mamma's here. Alcina's making breakfast whenever you're ready to go down. Okay?" Gently tucking a hair from her wet cheek, the Mamma smiled at her hurting child with as much love as her eyes could muster.

"O.. okay Mamma. Where's...?"
"The girl is downstairs. Lua, I think her name is? She's... Strange, but she did get you home safe and sound." Her Mamma sounded wary, and Bela would be lying if it all didn't feel like a strange blur. "As for your Ex.."

"Please..." She muttered shakily, unable even now to let the hate inside win out. "Don't..." Her Mamma took in her expression for a little while before embracing her closely.

"Ok... We won't if you don't want us to." She whispered, squeezing Bela comfortingly. Bela returned the soft squeeze with a needy clinginess. She didn't want to be alone right now.

Alcina

Ughhhhhhh. The lady groaned in annoyance as she rubbed the wrinkles of her forehead. She sat in her lounge and read the latest letter from their patron who had taken the steps to revitalize not only herself and her children, but removed the conditioning in her own and their brains once set by Miranda. A smirk formed on yer face when she recalled the moment she was allowed to watch that old bitch be dragged away for her own torment and repentance, as the figure had called it. She called herself the Bloodletting Princess, and Alcina would admit that such a title was a rather envious one for entities like them.