"just love me and eat me, bones and all.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, your eyelids heavy and your breathing ragged. You could feel the textured button up beneath your finger tips, the way the skin beneath the fabric stretched. You felt the way her lips brushed against the crook of your neck, her tongue sliding across your skin and the salvia clings to your neck. Your head felt warm, a syrupy feeling wrapped around your brain, limbs and heart that made your head swim. And despite the fuzziness around the edges of your head, you could hear the low hum of the air conditioning and the faint intake of air from the blonde woman beneath you. Her hands were settle comfortably on your waist, her manicured nails pinched into your skin and her thumbs swiping over the exposed skin of your tummy.

“Darling— hey—“ Miranda murmured. Her nose brushed into your cheek, her lips pressing gently into the skin of your temple. “Still with me, feather?”

You blinked, your gaze flipping from the large bay window behind Miranda to the heated steel blue eyes of your lover. “Y-Yeah…”

“Mm— what’s your color, inima mea?”

“Green—“

“Green—“ Miranda paused. Her lips formed a small smirk, her right hand trailing up your side and to your chest. Her hand hovered over your heart. “Green what?”

You grumbled, your cheeks flaring wildly. You scrunched your eyebrows, and bit the inside of your cheek. Silently, you wanted Miranda to understand how the embarrassment crept up through your spine and settled into your thoughts. How the thought of her little game had turned you into a mess. Of course you had agreed, in fact you were the one that let the little idea slip after she had taken you from behind the night before. However, your predicament was far worse than what you had wanted and it was only because of your attitude that led you to be pantless on her lap.

“Oh don’t be shy on me now, prinţesă…” Miranda hummed, her hand that sat idly on your chest moved upwards. Her hand cupped your jaw, her manicured nails dug into your cheeks. “Come on— you know you want to.” Miranda grinned, her pearly white teeth glinting under the bright office lamp lights. “You had no qualms last night, did you?”

You huffed, your bottom lip trapping itself behind your teeth. You squirmed, and your eyes snapped open at the sticky feeling between your thighs.

“Green daddy—“

“Was that so hard, darling?” The blonde smirked, her steel blue eyes twinkling with something that stirred uneasiness within your gut. She released your jaw, her hand moving back to your hip and then to your thigh. Her thumb brushed against your panty covered mound, her hand shifting until her thumb pressed against your aching clit. “Oh— you’re so wet, pisoi— did daddy calling you out get you all worked up, hm?”

You nodded hastily, your breathing rapidly becoming uneven.

“Mm— you know you have to be punished right, darling?”

“Y-Yes daddy!” You squeaked, as her thumb began to rub circles into your clit.

“Does daddy need to stop or can you put your listening ears on, feather?” Miranda titled her head, her eyes narrowing. You almost let out a giggle, but the pressure against your clit melted the thought away.

“I can listen…please daddy!”

“Okay, okay— relax for me, darling.” Miranda cooed, her thumb removing the pressure on your clit. “You’re going to sit on my cock, and daddy is going to finish this report okay— once I’m done maybe I’ll let you cum. Okay?”

“B-But that’s not fair—“

“Oh of course not, darling— but it wasn’t very polite of you to interrupt me during my meeting with Alcina was it?” Miranda grunted, her left hand slipping underneath your shirt and lightly circling your skin. “All you had to do was use that pretty little head of yours and keep yourself occupied for another hour— instead you walked in on a very important call. You know now that daddy has to punish you right?”

“Okay.”

Your wife had trained you well. You were to do as you were told and if you failed to do so you would be punished in the way she saw fit. She liked the way you did whatever she wanted, how you wanted to please her in any way you could. If she wanted to find you at home with you naked, knelt onto the plush carpet waiting for her you would. She loved the way you were into whatever she liked and you felt the same. When Miranda had first mentioned introducing new kinks into your dynamic you agreed automatically.

“Good girl.”

Miranda grinned, she leaned into you. Her nose brushed against yours, her plump lips finding a place on yours. You can taste the faint hint of her chapstick, the thick smell of her perfume and the light hint of her make up. Her mouth overtook yours, her tongue swiping into your mouth and her left hand tangled in your hair. While her right hand moved to the apex of your thighs, her fingers pushing aside the damp fabric of your panties and sliding her free fingers through your folds. Her fingers play with your clit, her mouth silencing your moans.

“Fuck, pisoi— so tight…” She groaned, as she pulled away from your lips. A string of salvia falls, the wetness sticking to her chin. Her mouth was red and cheeks flushed. “It’s almost like I didn’t stretch you out last night—“ Miranda hummed, her fingers now knuckle deep inside your cunt.

You whimpered, your fingernails digging into the fabric of your wife’s shirt. With your head tilted backward, you push down onto her hand and move your left hand to her silky blonde hair. You pulled, twisting the soft locks in your fist and grunting as her fingers pumped inside of your walls.

“Oh— please!”

“No, darling.” Miranda shook her head, her mouth back on yours. Her teeth nip at your lips, and her tongue takes over your mouth in a haste battle for dominance. She withdrew her fingers, her mouth moved from your lips to her neck where she sucked. When her mouth parted from your neck, a dark bruise lingered on your skin. “Now are you going to behave and take daddy’s cock like a good girl?”

You nodded, your eyes lidded as you watched Miranda unbuckle her pants, unzip them and shimmy the silicone cock from it’s confinements in her pants. At first, you raise your eyebrows, confused on when and where she had put the toy on, but you decided to quickly push the thought away. Especially when she maneuvered your legs, and pressed the tip of the strap against your clit. The head of the faux cock slipped through your folds, gliding through your wetness and pressed firmly against your opening. Miranda kissed your forehead, as she moved both her hands to your waist. Slowly, she pushed you down onto her strap, the girth leaving a residual burn.

“That’s it, babygirl—“ Miranda purred, her voice quiet. “You’re taking me so well— do you like the new strap, honey?”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes clenching shut.

“Oh I know, darling—“ she smirked, her lips trailing from your forehead to your neck. She adjusted her grip on your waist, and sunk you down all the way onto her cock. “Such a tight fit— isn’t it pretty big, pretty girl?” She bit down on her bottom lip and then nipped away at the expanse of your neck. “Especially for your little pussy—“

You whined, your hips thrusting forward but to no avail. Miranda’s grip was iron, and the glare she sent you way stalled any of your movements.

“Good girl—“ she paused. “Now, you’re going to warm my strap like a good pisoi and when I’m done with my work— maybe I’ll fuck you. Understood?”

Somewhere within your fuzzy thoughts you knew she had already ran you through the scene. Had made sure you understood each step, but you still felt a whine slip past your lips.

“We don’t whine, love—“ your wife reprimanded. “Color?”

“G-Green, but I wanna cum now!” You whimpered, your weight shifting atop her lap and the pressure inside your walls changed. The cock pressed into the sensitive spot inside you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and goosebumps lining your skin.

“Well that’s too bad isn’t it, darling?

✧

With your nose in the crook of Miranda’s neck, you could smell her perfume, her make up and the scent that was uniquely her. You could smell the fresh scent of her shampoo, the product she put in her hair to keep it silky smooth. Even beneath all the layers of cleanliness, you could smell the faint hint of fresh linen from her button up.

You were very unaware of how much time had passed. Your brain is a jumbled mess of pleasure and embarrassment that crept up through your spine and settled deep into your head. Your cunt ached, your clit practically throbbing for relief and the only relief you were given. Was the occasional brush of the harness when Miranda shifted in her chair.

Your wife’s eyes were dead set on the dual monitors in front of her, her long fingers rapidly pressing the keyboard keys. You watched as her eyebrows creased, how she sometimes poked her tongue out while typing and the way her eyes would flick towards you and she would smirk. When she was deep in thought, she would move her right hand from her keyboard to your waist. Her thumb rubbing soothing circles in the skin of your hip, tracing over the tattoo of a crow on your thigh.

Eventually, you settled into a relaxed position. Your lips pressed firmly into Miranda’s neck, your hands resting at her waist. In this position, the cock pressing against your walls didn’t feel as thick as it was. And instead, you focused on another matter. What country you would like to visit next, or what restaurant you should take your wife to. At least you were deep in thought until Miranda’s phone began to buzz against the mahogany wood of her desk.

“Hello—“ Miranda replied. Her tone was soft, as she shifted her posture. She rested her left elbow onto the arm of her swivel chair, her phone pressed to her ear. “No Alcina— I just had to help— yes— yes she’s okay.” Miranda smiled. “Oh no she's a bit caught up right now— you’ll have to say hello to her later, Alci.” Miranda raised her right eyebrow, and her steel blue eyes grew a tint darker. “Yes— yes I’m almost done with the report—“

Your attention turned from listening to your wife’s conversation to the sudden change of Miranda’s posture. She shifted, and her hand on your hip held you there. She shook her head towards you, a devilish grin on her lips when she suddenly thrusted her strap into you. Her cock pressed against your walls, and the calm composure you thought you held crumbled. You bit down on your bottom lip, and adjusted your hands to Miranda's shoulders. You began to grind your hips into her, swiveling and grinding down on the strap that you were previously warming for who knows how long.

Your mouth fell open, a small squeak leaving your lips at the harsh pump of your wife’s hips. The harness brushed roughly against your exposed, pulsing clit.

“Listen Alcina— it sounds like little crow needs me.” Miranda murmured, her mouth open and her eyes lidded. She slowly licked her bottom lip, and her right hand squeezed your hip. Her hand moving to cup your ass and help you ride her. “Yeah— yeah the report. I have to go—“

Through your pleasured filled brain you can hear the distinct thunk of your wife’s phone falling onto the ground. And in an instant, Miranda is cupping your ass with both of her hands and standing. The position causes the silicone to fall out of your cunt, but you don’t have to wait long for her to push her cock back inside when she roughly sets you onto the desk. Her left hand finding purchase on your waist, while her right comes up to grab ahold of your throat. She doesn’t press down like she usually would, but instead she guides the cock back into your cunt and begins a brutal pace.

“Fuck— Mira—“ You groaned, your head thrown back and your foot kicking the swivel chair into the wall.

Miranda’s hand tightened on your throat, her nails biting into your skin. “What did you say, little girl?” Her tone is quiet, her chest rising fast. Your eyes widen and you’re sure your wife can feel the way you swallow the lump in your throat.

“I— sorry— I didn’t mean it.” You whimper, her hips stuttering. “Please— please fuck me, daddy.”

“Always so sweet with words, my little crow.” Miranda grinned, almost like she didn’t have her head wrapped tightly around your throat.

Your wife’s pace started once again, her hand sat on your throat while her hips pumped into you. With this new position, you wrapped your legs around her waist and pulled her in. Your fingernails dug into her back, scratching the large tattoo until fiery red lines appeared.

“Fuck— cum whenever you want too, pisoi— you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” Miranda growled, her forehead pressed against yours. Her hand that laid on your throat moved down between your legs, her hand finding your slick and beginning to circle your clit. A high pitched moan slipped out of your mouth, and she silenced it with her mouth on yours.

An animalistic growl escaped your mouth, your entire body spasimizing as your climax washed over you. Your mouth that was once on Miranda’s, moved to her neck where you bit into the skin until there were indents of your teeth in her pale skin. Your hands moved from the expanse of her back, to her jaw where you cupped her cheeks and pulled her into your neck. Her nose pressed into the crook, and her mouth littering kisses along your sweat ridden skin.

The two of you panted in silence, trying to gain your composure when you heard the low beeping of a dropped call.

“You didn’t hang up did you—“

“Fuck.”

-

Finally he shook his head, "no, really; none of us scientists have a clue as to what it actually is. We've been scouring through Mother Miranda's journals for hours and she's not logged one thing as to what it is; how she created it; or what it actually does and how she used it. She logged nearly everything else almost down to bathroom breaks, but nothing for this "cadou", only that that is what she named it."

Donna folded her arms across her chest, "something of this magnitude and power in her hands would be all she would risk, I'm sure. If anyone else were to get ahold of it and her documented work, well, it would put her in jeopardy for competition so I guess I can't be surprised."

"Makes sense. Doesn't leave us any less stuck."

"Have you done any testing at all?"

Joel thinned his lips with a sharp intake of breath, "I'll be transparent with you Miss Beneviento," he exhaled with a pause, "we've been too chicken to open the container."

Donna almost chuckled, "understandable. So what now?"

"For right now it's the office goldfish."

She did laugh at that, "with any luck I hope to have the 'OK' from management to flush it down the drain as soon as possible," Donna smiled, "please just keep me informed if anything comes about."

"Of cou -"

A ringing from Donna's dress pocket startled the otherwise decently quiet room and she reached for it swiftly, flipping it open to answer, "yes, Ang?"

"Ran into Dmitri just now, some hubbub in the medical quarters again with the talking mutant, he'd like you to go down there lickity-split since he can't reach Mama Cina."

Another sigh, "please don't ever call her that to her face. Thank you, I'll - I'll head there now." She flipped the phone shut and offered a short smile to Joel, "never-ending fun I tell you. Talk to you soon."

He nodded to her as she turned on her heels and left.

The guard around the medical bay had doubled since Donna had been by last and that sent her muscles into apprehension as she passed through the stocky soldiers to the door. Anjelica, Sylvia, and Dmitri were huddled just inside and all eyes flipped up to her as she approached.

"Ah, Miss Beneviento," Dmitri smiled, "thank you for coming. Our Matriarch has been completely unreachable, apparently per orders according to Bela... your advice would be greatly appreciated."

"Oh dear," she muttered without meaning to, "what's happened?"

"Come, see for yourself."

~

The knocking on the door was becoming incessant.

Alcina huffed as she yanked her baby-blue satin robe around her shoulders while padding to the door, eyebrows knitting together with an annoyance she knew she should calm.

Upon reaching the door, she took one deep steadying breath grabbing the handle; "Daniela I told you you could just knock once and leave the foo -"

Her words jolted to a halt as the unexpected blonde greeted her instead of Daniela as she flung open the door.

"Bela," Alcina enunciated with a newly cocked brow, "are you dying?"

Bela's normal expression shifted down a confused notch, "...no?"

"Is one of your sisters dying?"

"... no."

"Is the manor on fire?"

Bela's eyes narrowed, "no...?"

"Are you, anyone or anything else on fire?"

Bela's face deadpanned, "no."

"Then why on earth are you pounding on my door when I told the lot of you I did not want to be disturbed unless Mother Miranda's headless body happens to resurface for a walk-about the underground?"

It was Bela's turn to now match her mothers cocked brow as she folded her arms, "on my own judgement I figured you should know that Donna and Dmitri have called for you already this evening."

Alcina lifted her chin, "about?"

"The new mutant."

The air in her lungs left about as aggravated as her words left her lips, "oh, fuck me."

Still lounging in the nicest hot bath you'd ever taken, your eyes were closed, the smell of Alcina's earthy perfumed bath oils were thick and heavy in the steamy air all around you and you felt peace and serenity. But still heavy and terribly tired. She had left you there after thoroughly massaging your shoulders and neck to beckon Daniela and send her on a quest for a hot meal for you. You had insisted Malka likely packed you plenty of good things that you could munch on, but she was incredibly stubborn on the decision you would have a decadent meal after the night you'd previously endured. You were still not quite where you should be recovery wise and you gave up on the fight, happy to let her cater to you as she so desired.

Eventually the water began to cool and your fingers to prune, so you pulled the heavy plug and let the tub drain and sluggishly reached for your towel. Not long after, Alcina appeared with a smile, but a forced one you could tell.

"What's that look about?" You inquired gently while securing the soft fabric around your body.

"Oh," Alcina tsked with a click of her tongue, "Dmitri and Donna called. Something to do with the new mutant."

Your eyes widened, "something bad?" You asked, feeling a guilty knot sinch in your stomach.

She shook her head, "Bela said they didn't sound terribly concerned on the phone, but that as soon as I was available to come down immediately."

"We should get going then. I can be rea - "

"No." Alcina shut your drive down, "you're resting and recuperating, for however long it takes. I'm not letting you exert yourself past your threshold again. My people are plenty competent to handle things, and for heaven sake I could use a short sanity break. It's been nonstop for you and I since you've been down here and you're not used to the demanding rigor this place can require." She stated running her fingers through her curls, a new soft smile retaking her facade as she approached you with open arms, "and... with all the commotion and chaos, I feel I've missed out on you even though you've been by my side."

Her arms slipped around you and pulled you to her chest. You smiled into her and held tightly, enjoying her kisses to the top of your head.

"Do you still feel you're improving? No more nausea or dizziness?"

You shook your head against her, "slowly, yes. I'm still a little buzzy in my bones but that part is gone. I'm very, very tired physically for some reason."

Alcina pulled back from you and cupped the sides of your face, caressing your jawline, eying you expertly with those dark silver hues, "anything you need, I will see it done draga mea. You're my focus right now."

Her pure intent in your wellbeing gave you butterflies while you nodded with a smile as the two of you meandered into the bedroom.

By the time you'd gotten dried and dressed Daniela came by with a very high end meal from a 5-star restaurant that was close to the church; you tried to be ladylike about it but apparently you were more famished than you'd realized upon taking a bite. Normalcy seemed to be slipping back within you now you'd eaten but your body still felt weighed down, you really just wanted to go back to sleep.

Alcina was fidgeting silently beside you, your hands entwined. While the two of you were conversing and being comfortable overall, you could tell she was musing over the mutant situation in the back of her mind.

"Do you want to give Dmitri a call?" You offered leaning back into the chez, studying her with a warm smile.

She stared back at you, "is it that obvious?"

"Little bit." You smirked.

"Oohhh..." Alcina returned your smirk with a chuckle, "I desperately want to relinquish control and ignore things for a moment, but dammit if my curiosity and responsibility isn't tapping on the inside of my skull like an inquisitive four-year-old."

"Go, give him a call. I'm not going anywhere."

She studied you hard for a moment, pursed her lips, gave a short nod and rose, "I'll be right back." Kissed you softly and left the room.

After 7 failed attempts, Alcina slammed the receiver down and grumbled. She wasn't able to reach Dmitri, Donna, or Karl by phone. The last thing she wanted to do was go galivanting off while you weren't feeling 100%, but the itch in her spine told her she needed to be present for whatever was unfolding.

~

Ah well, duty wins.

Alcina lit a cigarette and made her way into the city. You were beyond exhausted by the time she came back to the room anyway, so she tucked you back in for another good bout of rest; the girls were home and she knew if you needed anything they'd tend to you instantly. A bit of relief, at least.

Her heels seemed loud on the cobblestone as her purposed strides rhythmed through the quiet, and yet all she could really hear was mumbled muffled chatter about this new mutant they'd brought in from Miranda's lair from the passerby's. She was hoping with all her might it would stay under wraps for at least 48 hours but all it takes is one whiff of conversation, fact or fiction, to be heard and the fire spreads instantaneously. She felt the eyes from her fellow vampires follow her as she walked the streets, ignoring the glances until she made it to the town square where Donna came running to greet her.

"Ah, there you are." Donna smiled softly.

She nodded in return, "yes, here I am. I tried calling several times but couldn't reach you."

"Oh, really? I've had my phone on me."

Alcina cocked her head, "what?"

"The cell phone, the one Angie got me - I've had it with me this whole time."

She narrowed her eyes half playful, half judging, "I've been calling the usual phones my dearest Donna. I didn't realize you'd suddenly become a full-time mobile phone user."

Donna almost blushed, "I really never thought I'd say it but having one through this mess has been incredibly helpful."

"Well don't you ever admit that out loud to my daughters or I'll never live down the no useless-cellphone-rule."

They sat in a short stern silence before breaking into a good chuckle.

"I apologize Alcina, I did give Daniela my number for you to use but I suppose one of the other girls may have been a better candidate to entrust it with."

Alcina sighed and rubbed her forehead, "it's alright," taking another breath she smiled down at her friend, "anyway, about yesterday; I ran out on you when you needed to speak to me, what did you need?

Donna straightened her shoulders, "the mutant has done nothing but show progress since he arrived, it's only gotten more peculiar as time goes on."

"Nothing threatening or dangerous, may I assume?"

"Not yet. Although, he doesn't seem violent in any nature thus far."

 "Well, shall we then?"

Anjelica was the first to greet the women as they entered the medical quarters. It was crawling with soldiers, lycan and vampire alike, but the energy was fairly calm and Alcina was able to relax back into her bones.

The stoic soldier smiled with a short bow, "My Lady, Dmitri is this way," Anjelica ushered with an arm, "please."

Alcina noticed Anjelica's right hand immediately rest upon the holstered gun at her side, inching closer to follow them and carefully stepped through the double-doors threshold, eyes scouring and senses alerted just in case.

The medical team was thick on the other side of the double-paned windows that lined the hallway on the left side, the room clearly where said mutant was being held, tended to, and studied. She couldn't see well through the crowd but Anjelica quickly zig-zagged around them to open the locked door to the room. The amount of buzzing conversation annoyed Alcina immediately, but this must mean all was well and work was progressing, she assumed.

Carefully threading through the gaps of people with Anjelica, she could finally see Dmitri's tall statue and bright white hair above everyone else. She clenched her jaw and entered the empty pocket where he and his other lead soldier were conversing.

She smiled upon seeing him, likewise from him, but instead of hearing his voice greet her, a much gentler and foreign voice was calling her name.

"Lady Dimitrescu - "

It came again, her head and eyes darting to her right to find the mutant standing not 5 feet away from her, looking almost completely normal aside from his iridescent white eyes.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't instantly flinch from the unexpectedness of this, but his smiling face and wavy shoulder length brown hair softened the unnerving white of his eyes. Alcina slowly returned the smile and reached for his outstretched hand to shake.

"I'm grateful you're here," he said, grasping her slender hand firmly yet without any aggression, "I'm alive - I'm alive and healing thanks to you - I... I don't know how to thank you enough. All of you. I'm desperately in your debt, and have much to atone for my past, especially to you My Lady."

Alcina's eyes were fixed on his, damn-near speechless as to his eloquence, gentleness, and healing progress. Not to mention incredibly confused.

"I am also grateful we were able to find you," she offered while trying to recover from the odd comment, "I'm afraid I don't understand?" Alcina pressed.

"It's me Felix, Felix Drummond... do you not recognize me?"

Silence washed through her as she tried to recall why that name was so familiar. It took several moments of studying him until the realization finally set in.

Alcina stiffened, her once soft facade becoming much more chiseled.

Lifting her chin slightly she took a steadying breath, "Felix... yes... I see it now," her skin grew a little colder but she knew tables had drastically turned and the danger she had found herself in with him far in the past was long gone, "you were one of Miranda's guard dogs..." she stated aloud for no real reason,  "one of the men who almost beat me to death during her trials before she forced me to kill Madeleine. Yes. I remember you."

Donna, Dmitri, Anjelica, and anyone else who had been within the near vicinity went completely quiet and still as this intersection of conversation, once light and seemingly hopeful, turned dark and staticky with a sharp plunge.

Felix immediately nodded, "yes, and while I can only imagine your feelings harbored for me, please know I have not been that man, or vampire, for a very long time. I won't presume to ask for your forgiveness, nor would I assume to enter your good graces, but please let me do right by you and anyone else I harmed by telling you things about Miranda and her work you may never find out otherwise."

Alcina refused to look away from him at this point, already sensing Donna's severe protective and sympathetic reaction for her at her side, blissfully ignoring Dmitri's own instinct to protect her from a ghost of the past, and folded her arms across her chest with a faded look of interest.

"Dmitri, Anjelica; clear the room of unnecessary presence. Donna; find a recording device. It's going to be a long night."

   ~

"Do you want to talk about it?" Donna asked carefully.

She wasn't as checked out as she looked, but Alcina was keeping herself afloat in the sticky ocean of knowledge they'd just acquired from Felix about Miranda and her "work".

It took Felix 4 hours to regale them in the history of his story and first-hand experience with Miranda's first known tests of the cadou, without him even knowing it at first. He explained she had started slow with tainted blood she kept stored specifically for her guards to drink; her desire to keep close but silent tabs on their evolvement made them the easiest targets, or specimens, she so lovingly called them later on when they were all tied to their respected cots and rung through the ringer until she squeezed out whatever drop of progress she could get. Felix was the only one from the original group of her guards who survived this long. He was the breach, the bridge, the last vampire that remained mentally intact enough to fight against her until her experiments bore real fruit. She kept him alive on that gurney for 6 years, just as Auguste had said, just to see how long it would take for him to die off. But his death never came. Instead, he got to listen and witness the entire process from start to finish of Miranda's army being birthed.

Felix had nearly all the information on the cadou as well. Miranda used her own blood, mold, and parasitic worms to breed and create the glob that resided in the glass jar in Joel's study. It was a living, breathing, biofilm pocket that held the very parasites Miranda would suck into her syringes and inject into her victims bloodstream. The parasites would immediately attack the said vampire's nervous system, taking control as they multiplied infinitely, imprinting Miranda's DNA into their fibers which made them wholly obedient and hive-minded to her and her commands. While the process seemed short in the grand scheme of things for Felix, he was privy to casual conversation between Miranda and Auguste, her right-hand man in the creation of all of this, and deduced through their talks that they had started actively working on this plan and experimentations back in 1946. Auguste was born and raised in Austria and saw the whole of World War II before being bled and turned by Mother Miranda shortly after; but what no one else knew was that he spied for Nazi Germany and was close with their scientists that were working heavily on eugenics. Miranda became enamored with Auguste's knowledge and common mind, turning him, and the two began their deranged love-affair for creating their own perfect world of vampires in the literal shadows. Alcina had already come along in Miranda's fledgling line and she was Miranda's first real target to experiment on, unfortunately for her, Alcina's blood and system was too strong and resisted all those injections she endured through that short-lived reign of terror trials. Miranda mentioned it was Alcina's taste for strong human blood, Madeleine's witch bloodline in reference, that kept her system rejecting and repairing the damage her weak formula caused in the beginning. She decided deeper and more intense work needed to be done, therefore she placed Alcina in a place of great power so she could keep the distractions running while she slaved over her cadou creation.

Finally shifting her gaze to the brunette, Alcina furrowed her brows, "what do you mean?"

"Felix."

"What about him?"

Donna slumped back in the chair, "he nearly killed you once, and all of this new information is... well, more icing on this cake. Are you sure you're alright?"

She huffed tiredly, rose from the conference table still cluttered with all the evidence and piece of documentation they had collected from Miranda's lair and slowly paced, "Felix was a product of Miranda's brainwashing just as much as we were at one point. Listening to his story makes it all more evident now how dangerous she was. I can't blame him for what he did to me, or others for that matter, when you consider how she was literally altering them bit by bit with her psychotic experiments. Me included."

Alcina placed a hand on her hip as she continued to pace around the room, relishing the silence of City Hall and the missing vampire elders breathing down her neck for information.

"I'm not sure what I should be feeling, really," she mused, nibbling the inside of her bottom lip, "I slipped out of her snare and didn't even realize how close I was to detrimental danger, while so many others... while so many others suffered and died. I dismayed about my existence wholeheartedly for so long because of her, but I had no idea how good I actually had it. It's a strange place to be."

"Yes, and Miranda never was able to take you down. In the end, you destroyed it all. You took her down. This whole ordeal... you ended it. You should feel proud if nothing else."

She looked to her friend still seated at the table, the most gentle offering of a smile upon her face. Alcina returned it carefully, knowing the storm had passed but the remains of its damage needed much attention.