A pair of gleaming yellow eyes meet yours in the darkness of the hall.
"Up early, Spielzeug? {{plaything}}?" She asked, turning to face you properly.
The language change from her caught you off guard just as Cassandra had done.
For a second you considered asking if all of them knew different languages.
Her face lit up with another classic sly smile and she spoke before you could respond.
"What's the matter? Did you miss me that much?" Her sudden flirtatious tone was the next thing to catch you off guard.
Cautiously you take a step back as she moves to reach out to you.
If she found out you were freezing, you didn't want to know what might happen if they suspected you tried to escape.
For a moment she seemed almost upset when you step away. The hurt look that flashed through her expression made you stop mid-movement.
"Just... hungry.." You spoke at almost a whisper, deliberately keeping yourself from looking her in the eyes, it was then that you noticed she was holding what appeared to be a wine bottle.
In a swift movement, she steps forward into your space, gently tilting your chin up as if examining your face.
This gives you a chance to glance up at her narrowed eyes and dilated pupils as she seems to examine you carefully.
"Why are you cold.." Her mumbled voice moves to suspicion and you shift uncomfortably before she lets you go.
You found yourself unable to speak for a moment when you catch a very small scent of strong iron before she pulls away from your face.
Blood.
Taking another glance up at her face, you notice now many small drops of blood aligning her chin and jaw.
Fresh blood.
You guess she must've seen you staring and gives a smirk similar to how you'd seen Cassandra do.
"I found a... thief... wandering around the castle not long ago~" She smiles lopsidedly as she recalls the event with an oddly pleasant tone.
"He thought his fancy gun would stop me~ but I learned the first time.." She continues her sentence with a small, giddy laugh before holding the wine bottle up like a trophy.
"Usually we prefer the blood-wine we would have made but unfortunately fermentation takes a while and we have no way of getting ahold of the materials we need right now~ So his blood by itself will have to do.. not that I'm complaining~"
She smiles and you catch the sudden change in her eyes again.
Glowing. Wild. Almost sadistic.
"Cassandra and I had fun chasing him down. Harvested most of his blood but we decided we'd keep him alive until at least tomorrow~"
She steps toward your perplexed form with sudden intention before she finishes speaking, her eyes narrow again before you find yourself backed into the door of your room.
For a moment you almost panic as she gets unnaturally close, just far enough to leave inches of space between you.
"You know, your great-grandfather was the only one to truly get away from me.." Her tone became more serious, unnerving as her smile never wavered and her eyes seemed to scour your expression with silence before her tone gets dark.
Her glowing eyes slowly trail along your face before meeting yours again.
"..So... that's what had Cassandra all on edge earlier.." She whispers and nods toward you, it didn't take you long to understand why when a drop of blood meets your lips.
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Don't Let The Dead Bite!
Fantasy(In this story y/n is the great granddaughter of Ethan Winters, and the granddaughter of Rose Winters) DESCRIPTION: It's been almost 100 years since the old Dimitrescu Castle had been inhabited. 100 years since Ethan Winters managed to defeat the ru...
