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New chapter is up! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43229703/chapters/109877154

Berserk (1997)

The loveliest Lady. 🌹❤️ Less than 2 weeks later, she's finished! And though it's the 25th artwork I've created of her since game release, painting this gorgeous Lady still sparks joy every single time. Hope you enjoy!

The Lady's Laundry - chapter 9 preview

The tiniest of previews for chapter 9 since it's been such a long time since I've updated and I want to share something, even if it's not much. Please send me the energy I need to finish.

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Shivering, you run your hands through Lady Beneviento’s hair again. At some point her bun had come loose and those soft, dark locks frame her face in such a lovely way. Your heart pounds at the sight. A gentle tug brings her down for another kiss. Muffled against her lips, you whisper, “I’ve imagined this before.”

She hums into your mouth. “Imagined what, sweet girl?”

“Holding you. And kissing you, my lady.” There are other things you’ve imagined as well, but voicing them out loud feels obscene. The words continue to spill forth regardless. “I’ve thought of you t-touching me all over,” you breathe, watching as color rises to the Lord’s cheeks.

A low sigh escapes her lips, warm across your own. “I’ve imagined this as well,” she says.

I’ve decided to become one of them donna x reader writers so I can project… anyways

I’ve scrolled on a03 a ton and some of the stories I’ve read or seen I’m like “I wonder what this would be like if it was reversed?” Obviously with some details changed. But like instead of reader finding themselves at Alcinas castle, why not have Alcina be in the readers shoes aimless traveling or lost?

Granted like, it would be weird and definitely not canon by any means but it would definitely be a time warp/parallel dimension vibe.

b + w and colored

The Lady's Laundry - Chapter 8

It's finally here! Chapter 8 of my Reader/Donna Beneviento fic has just been posted. Please consider giving it a read if you enjoy fic with hideous mutual pining between disaster lesbians and also a sarcastic talking doll who's probably really tired of both parties by now. There’s only one chapter to go after this, I can’t believe it’s come this far!

They're the same vibe, idk what that means but it's true

Cool character with just as cool va >>>>

Her laugh lines, and curly hair. 😊

i think it would be cool if us sapphics decided to list off random parts of lady dimitrescu we like. i'll go first

How I imagine Donna and Angie’s first trip to castle Dimitrescu went

Castle Dimitrescu having stables and horses is one of my fav headcanons. Especially when it comes to Lady Dimitrescu owning a large mutated horse that has the temperament of hell itself. 10/10 best headcanon and to those who include this headcanon in their fics? You are a joy and menace to society I love ye. Keep up the good work.

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Hellsing, Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Zorin Blitz, Rip Van Winkle (Hellsing), Alcina Dimitrescu, Alcina Dimitrescu’s Daughters, The Doctor (Hellsing), Major Montana Max (Hellsing), Tubalcain Alhambra, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Salvatore Moreau, Mother Miranda (Resident Evil), Luke Valentine, Jan Valentine, Captain Hans Günsche Additional Tags: Torture, Crossover, Spoiler !!!, French, War, monsters vs monsters Series: Part 1 of Huis Clos Ad Vitam Summary:

“L'enfer est une notion universelle, alors celui des uns peut bien rencontrer celui des autres, non ?”

L'affrontement entre le dragon Dimitrescu et la Lionne de Millénium, cela n'est que le début, mais avec qui tiendrez-vous ?

Sssssshhhhheeeeeeesssshhhh

send me your favourite lady dimitrescu pictures. right now 😐

Re: 8 Village of Shadows, Alcina is faster I sware she is! Her speed is increase! SHE ZOOM!

Mother Miranda. I regret to inform you that, there is a quirked up white boy with a little bit of swag ouside. Busts'en it down sexual style... Is he goated with the sauce?

*Looks out the window at Ethan."

No, Mother Miranda.

Daniela x Maiden ----Hunted Ch. 2

Ch. 1

Blurry.

As you blink your eyes open, everything is blurry. You see oranges and golds and reds all blend into one, unsure where the ground ends and the ceiling begins, where you are, what happened to you.

Warmth envelops you and softness lies beneath you, unlike any kind that you could ever hope to have in your home.

And it is that thought that has you springing up, wide awake; this is not your house.

Where am I?

You literally propel yourself from the couch you were previously on as memories return and flood your mind. The redhead, the bite, the tall lady who knocked you out in the snow.

Crap.

Your hand shoots up to touch the sore spot on your neck yet meets bandages instead of skin. Quickly, you scan the lavish room you're in for a mirror. Your steps get steadier as you approach the one mounted on the wall opposite you...

Huh. Whoever dressed your wound did a fine job. Under normal circumstances, you would search for them and thank them, but for now you have more pressing matters to worry about.

Where the hell am I? How long have I been out?

It's clear at this point the girl that attacked you isn't normal, if she's at all human. You are dealing with mutants and these situations can get messy—

And how messier can your life even get? It has to be a prank the universe is playing on you, by now.

Determined to prevail against shitty odds once more, you keep your steps feather-light on your way to the doorknob. Soundless, you step out into an empty, red-carpeted corridor.

Listening in, you catch the faint, muffled sound of voices coming from far in the right. You follow it, guard always up, until it becomes clearer and clearer...

“This pitiful thing tried to eat a maid. Mother, do we kill it?” A foreign voice asks.

“Or rip out its arms and throw it back in the dungeon—! “ Another excitedly suggests.

A weak gurgle comes.

You freeze in your steps just behind the corner.

“Since the three of you are grounded, you do not get a say nor any enjoyment in this matter.” The Lady's voice is unmistakable, followed by the sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

The gurgling continues...

You shouldn't peek out, you know this. You knowit, but just the faintest possibility there's someone there, trapped with these women, someone who needs your help, has you so foolishly leaning out of cover...

And.

What the actual f—

Blades span long and wide from the impossibly tall woman's nails, while three smaller ladies –oh no, God, no, that's the psychotic redhead— are holding down a creature straight from a nightmare. Its twisted, bony limbs are trapped by their boots, leading up to tight, gothic outfits, then to identical tattoos on their foreheads...

“Fuck this shit!” Bursts out of you before you break into a death sprint down the seemingly endless stairs to save your life.

“Oh, I love it when they run!” one of the crazies behind you exclaims. You can feel, rather than see, her leap onto the railing and then towards you like a goddamn panther—

“Cassandra, no!” the Lady starts—

“Back off, she's mine!” Daniela yells and knocks the brunette off-course in mid-air.

You don't even think to glance at whenever is happening behind you. Accompanied by the sound of buzzing flies and glass decorations shattering miserably, you jump off the final five stairs, dive into a roll then zoom into the next room.

You have half a mind to smack the door closed and lock it from the inside, in your heart-faltering panic.

Think. Think!

You dash to the only window of the room, where another chilling realization occurs to you; its outer side is reinforced by metal bars. This place is literally a luxurious prison.

Even if you were to somehow dislodge them, you can't even see the ground from how high up you are. There's an abyss of frost and snow waiting for you down there if you jump...

That's near-guaranteed death.

But, glancing at the flies coming in through the keyhole and the little opening underneath the door, you decide the same applies to staying here.

Your hands shake as you pull the window wide open. The cold air from outside crashes into you and it stings, but you narrow your eyes through it and check for weak spots in the bars.

They're ancient; parts have rusted out, one side seems hit –you don't want to know what could have possibly hit it with force enough to bend the metal all the way up here— and that's your best bet right now.

You grab onto the top of the large window and pull yourself up so you can repeatedly kick against the weaker side of the bars.

The buzzing of flies intensifies, death draws ever nearer and your leg feels like it's on fire from the frost and periodic pressure you're applying—

Crack!

Something finally gives –your bones, almost— and you see the prison bars plummet into the gaping blur below.

You waste no time. A deep breath is drawn in, then you leap outside—

Yes!

But just as your folded body crosses the threshold, an arm shoots out and grabs you by the back of your shirt.

No! No!

The fabric tears, but you are already pulled inside like you weigh absolutely nothing, grabbed by the neck and smashedback-first into the table behind you.

“Going somewhere?” the blonde asks, sounding half bored and half aggravated, as if you're more trouble than you're worth. “At least stay for dinner.”

Sarcastic, smartass mutant asshole. You'd give her a piece of your mind if your breath hadn't been shattered in your lungs from how hard she threw you down.

The door snaps open. You don't have to turn your head to see the brunette and redhead still shoving and clawing at each other.

“Bela, get away from her, I swear—” Daniela yells.

She has time to do little else, for both she and her rival are then lifted off their feet by the giant arms of the intimidating Lady... and thrown to adjacent sides of the room.

“I already told you to stop!” her voice cuts through the room like a blade.

To your surprise, all three of them tense and stand up straight.

“Bela, good job. Tactfully handled.” the older woman praises. The blonde smiles proudly, while the others grimace. “As for you two... you're on thin ice.”

“Sorry, mother.” they reply in unison.

Oh, great. You're about to be dinner for this fucked up family. Can't say I'm surprised. The tidbits of luck were about to run out at one point or another.

“Close the damn window, Bela.” the brunette hisses.

Bela gives you a look and immediately flashes away. A final click seals you in.

“What are we doing with her?” she cocks her chin towards you.

“She saved Daniela. Let's not resort to anything drastic.” their mother says.

Daniela zooms over to you and takes your hand to drag you off the table. Every part of you protests; your leg, your back, your arm from how hard she tugs on you. You wince at the sharp pain that shoots up your limb, but she doesn't notice. Of course not.

“Does this mean I can keep her?” she asks, excited like a kid presented with the prospect of a new toy.

“Mother just said not to resort to anything drastic.” the brunette emphasizes, no small amount of sarcasm to her voice.

“You shut—”

“Manners!” the Lady chastises. “…she will join the staff, Daniela. You may spend time with her, but be warned; do not break her.”

“On first week, at least.” Cassandra chuckles.

“Cassandra.”

An eye-roll. “Sorry, mother.”

“I won't, I promise!” Daniela shakes you back and forth and you're just about ready to collapse from the pain and the sinking feeling that this nightmare has only just began for you.

It's too much. Your head spins, your surroundings blur. You fall, but you never hit the ground.

“Already failed.” you hear Cassandra's mean snicker, distorted in your ears, before you blank out once more.

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There's human staff. Of course there is. And it's a lot of girls around your age.

This isn't good, you think while they dress you up, mindful of your bruises and injuries. This isn't good at all. I have to get out of here.

You wouldn't mind so much if it was just the messed up family of mutants you were trapped in here with. But other humans? Innocent girls? Well, that...

That complicates things.

The first few days are filled with a barrage of information. What the daughters like, what they dislike, what you should and should never do in front of the Lady. You file everything in your head, isolating the parts that could prove useful for an escape.

Bela, the blonde asshole, is apparently the easiest to deal with. She's very straightforward about what she wants and what she expects and will rarely hurt the staff, is what the others say. So long as you don't say anything disrespectful about her family and Rhiannon, her girlfriend, you’re good with her.

Cassandra is not quite so laid back. She gets antsy often, far hungrier –or far less trained in hiding it— than Bela. It's a bad idea to even cross her path then. She's a sadist and used to torture people for fun, they say, but she has calmed down a ton since getting together with Alexia. Another foreign name to you.

Daniela is the real problem. The girl is unpredictable on her finest days and a total psycho on her worst. You never know which it's gonna be until you're met with one of her 'games'... and you can infer those all too often don't end well. She can be smiling one moment and enraged the next, her ups and downs impossible to predict.

‘Steer clear of her’, is the advice you get. There's no keeping her docile and her interest sooner or later ends in one way; blood.

Ha.

You really drew the short stick on that one. What a surprise.

...Not.

It's also unsurprising when the tell-tale cacophony of flies alerts you to having caught one of the daughters' attention. It's not hard to guess who it is and your suspicions are confirmed when, from the thick mass of the swarm, you hear;

“Hello, scrumptious~” followed by soft, airy giggles. That voice doesn't sound as cute to you now as it did the first time you heard it.

You try to go against your 'fight or flight but mostly flight' instincts and you root your muscles in place in front of her.

“Hello.” you say back, quiet and uncertain. You'd add 'my Lady' there, but you can barely get one word out right now.

Her heels click against the carpet when she fully retracts the flies into her body –you do try not to think too hard on this part, how she can even do that. Daniela's honey eyes, one slightly bluer than the other, scan you from head to toe.

Chill. Everything is fine. Just keep your cool. Despite the mental prep talk, your neck already stings in response to the fresh memory of her agonizing bite. Your buttoned-up shirt feels too tight.

“You fainted on me last time. We didn't get any time to ourselves.” she says –is that a pout?— stepping around you in a loose circle that only serves to make you more anxious.

“Y-yeah.” you nod. Swallow. “It was... a lot to take in.”

“Hm.” Daniela makes a non-committal sound and comes to a stop right in front of you. “Your heart is beating too fast.” she observes, almost innocently.

No shit. Well, mortal danger is something your body tends to react to.

“Are you afraid of me?” again, she looks nothing like her true nature as she cocks her head a tad to the side, pretty face framed by her long, rod-straight red hair.

What's the correct answer here, really? You have a fifty percent chance of getting it right. No pressure. Your survival just kind of depends on it.

“...no...” you reply.

Daniela's hand shoots out like a bullet and the next second your back –still very much injured— connects hard against the wall behind you.

Fuck!

“So you think I'm not as scary as my sisters?!” she demands, literally in your face.

Double fuck.

“Um. That's... that's not it!” you hurry to say.

Daniela dials the anger down a notch. She blinks at you, slow and curious like a cat. Then, her long fingers, free of their gloves, come up to take hold of your chin, shockingly gentle. Her skin is cold, yet softer than you may have thought.

She studies you closely for something. Whatever it is, you hope she finds it and lets you live. Or, if she doesn't, you pray she makes it fast. Though, judging by her reputation, that’s just wishful thinking, isn’t it.

“It's not?” she asks.

“Ah. No.” you answer, focusing on the nicer parts of this situation to make your words seem more genuine; redhead, pretty, smells like vanilla extracts and expensive floral perfume. “Not at all.”

Daniela's fingers release your face. She takes half a step back. “I get it.” she nods. “I get it.”

Do...you...?

A sly, self-satisfied expression slowly makes its way across her beautiful face. Her lipstick-slick lips curve into a knowing smile, as if she's privy to information you're not.

And then she speaks the five words that become the bane of your existence;

“You're in love with me.”

Wh-

What.

Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch. 1

Your breath casts little plumes of smoke while you trudge through the snow-covered forest, double-checking the map in your hands as if it will provide the solution to your problems.

It doesn't.

You remain in the same state you have been for the past hour or so; so fucking lost.

There's supposed to be a village around here, you’re sure of it, but you cannot, for the life of you, pinpoint its location. The forest feels like it spans forever and the white layer that covers the ground does you no favors, either. There are no discernible marks or traces for you to follow. For all you know, you may be walking in giant circles.

And the worst part is; the sun has began its descent.

Ugh. You huff irritably, holding the map on one hand to adjust your backpack's straps with the other. Considering the distances you often cover, you know to always pack light. Only the absolute necessities are in there, a few clothes, a few supplies, your trusty old bow and its matching quiver attached to one side.

Still, even this little is starting to weigh heavily on you now. You're exhausted, your lungs struggling in the icy air like you are. Alarm bells are going off in your head, warning that you need to find shelter, quick.

To make matters worse, a sudden gust of wind pries the precious sheet right from your numb fingers. You can't even summon the strength to be mad as you watch your last hope of guidance fly further and further away from you.

Luck is just not your side, but you already knew this.

With the life you led so far, it doesn't take a genius to figure that out.

If there's one thing you're good at, though, that is fighting against the odds. Surviving. Battling some more.

So, you look forward and push yourself through the hardships, until a ray of light shows itself. Well. You pray that one does, preferably before the sun sets. You don't know how optimistic you can be, then.

Hope flickers inside you for a while... until you see someone move in the distance.

You have to blink your eyes several times to make certain you aren't hallucinating, yet you are elated to realize you're not. That's definitely two figures walking your direction, clearer by the second.

Yes! You walk a little faster towards them, stumbling over hidden branches in your excitement.

“Hello!” you call.

The figures are distinctly female, you can tell now, one incredibly tall and the other about your height. They pause at the sight of you.

A bit closer and your breath is stolen by what you see; the intimidatingly tall woman is dressed like royalty, with expensive, grey furs covering her cream dress –admittedly thin for this weather, how is she not freezing— and rows of pearls adorning her neck. A wide-brimmed hat tops off the chic look.

Yet what shocks you more than her image is the fluidity of her movements; she walks as if she weights nothing, untouched by the cold and oozing elegance.

Beside her, the smaller figure, clad in a tight outfit underneath a heavy cloak to block out the frost, tenses as you approach. Her lean shoulders raise and square, her hooded head tilts ever so slightly forward. Her companion lays a large hand on her shoulder and speaks something –sounds an awful lot like an order?— you don't quite catch.

“—No.”

You jog the final steps to them.

“Good evening.” you greet, trying to keep your body from shaking.

The woman stares down at you with golden-blue eyes that crinkle at the corners, as though amused by something you can't even begin to guess.

“Ah, a visitor.” she says, voice deep and as rich as she looks. “We don't get many around these parts.”

Perpetually snowy, deadly mountains are not exactly tourist-friendly, you want to reply yet hold your tongue.

That is when your gaze strays to the dark-clad lady, to her features underneath the hood. And—

You almost forget what you were about to ask right there.

The face of an angel stares back at you, framed by silken strands of red hair, complete with almond eyes the color of molten gold, full, crimson lips and a cute divot at her chin. She, too, wears a necklace that screams ‘money’ and you can only wonder what two noblewomen are doing out here, in the middle of nowhere.

Hello, gorgeous. You can't help but think.

Still, there's also something about her –you can't explain what— that makes you want to initiate a tactical retreat... asap.

“Um.” you glance between the two ladies. “I was wondering if you could point me to the nearest village? I am completely lost.”

The way your eye keeps getting drawn back to the redhead, though –okay, yes, your weaknesses are hard to hide— it seems like you pose the question mostly to her.

Her jaw is too tense to answer you, at first. She seems to have a hard time, probably with the cold. You can't blame her. The girl is absolutely pale from it, even if she's the more suitably dressed of the two.

The tall lady's hand then tightens its grip on her shoulder. The leather of her gloves creaks loudly –and it looks like that amount of pressure should be painful.

“Daniela. This young lady has asked you a question. Be a dear and answer her, yes?” there is no logical explanation why that sweet tone sounds so much like a threat.

Everything about these two is off, but then again, with the viruses and mutations running rampant around the whole world, you cannot be truly surprised. Strange is the new norm.

“...that way.” the redhead replies, her silvery voice music to your ears. Dainty, gloved fingers raise to point to her left. “The village is that way.”

“Ah, thank you so much!” you beam at them.

“You should hurry, little one.” The Lady speaks next. “You do not want to be caught out after dark, here.”

“Of course. Thank you again. Safe travels!” you bid them, then make your way towards the village.

When you look over your shoulder, however, a minute or so later… there's nobody there.

What a peculiar village.

-

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Peculiar, it turns out, doesn't begin to describe it.

You have been here for a month now, but the strangeness and eerie factor has not lessened one bit. If anything, it gets creepier by the hour.

The village is divided into two sections, the Innkeeper tells you; the day and night cycles.

Apparently, the residents of the night cycle are mutants who are not allowed to walk outside during the day, while the opposite is true at night. Anyone who breaks this rule can be terminated by the other side without consequences.

There are other, smaller restrictions set in place by the local ruler –Mother Miranda, who is worshipped as a saint– that you gradually learn mean the difference between a good life and a bad death here.

You've seen your own share of fucked up shit, so a village that functions this way is not that extreme of a notion to you. You're only here for a short amount of time before you must move, anyway. May as well follow their rules and be on your best behavior.

You stayed at the inn the first weeks, but after several successful hunts you made enough Lei to rent the wooden cabin at the outskirts of the village.

The general rule in your life is: the further away you stay from other people, the better.

The better... for them.

And, well. All these years, you're well used to being alone. Loneliness doesn't strike you down as deep nor as hard as it used to.

You don't linger on it anymore. There are more important things to focus on...

Like fixing your goddamn leaking roof before you wake up one night in a sea of rainwater.

-

-

Meanwhile, in the forest...

The small hours of the morning are not for many locals to experience.

It is the time for predators to roam and hunt and feed. The time for the most brutal parts of nature to come alive under the fading moonlight.

Giggles and laughs echo deep in the heart of the forest, followed by slices of sickles that come away swinging arcs of thick, glistening red. Golden eyes narrow and zero in on their next target. It is a wonderful feast.

Until.

Until the cold truly starts to settle. The wind picks up and snow once again starts to fall, quicker and harsher than anyone would have expected.

“We need to head back now, before it's too late.” The eldest of the three sisters on the hunt calls.

“Don't be a chicken, Bela. This is still bearable. Who knows when we get another chance to be outside?” the middle one counters.

“The temperature is dropping rapidly, Cassandra.”

“No, nooo, I still have to get that wolf that got away!” the third complains and runs ahead.

“How unsurprising that I'm the only one that thinks with my head out here.”

Another hour passes.

And Bela has had enough of her sisters' awful, foolish decisions as she races back to the castle. Her speed is already waning in the blizzard. Were she wearing anything other than the outfits specifically tailored for them and their common weakness, she would have frozen over already.

The castle's main gate grants a massive relief when it comes into view. Bela shoves the doors open and immediately flashes to the ever-burning fireplace.

Cassandra joins her only seconds later.

Bela throws her a dirty look.

She opens her mouth to chastise the brunette... but someone else beats her to it.

“Are you out of your damn minds?!” their mother's voice shakes the chamber itself. “How did you risk staying out longer in this unearthly cold?!”

“Mother—”

“I will hear none of it! You three know the dangers—” Alcina continues, then abruptly cuts herself off.

Bela notices what is off about their situation at the same time the Lady does;

“...where is Daniela?”

Cassandra and Bela frantically look at each other, then behind them, at the dark forest shrouded in a white blur. Flies break off and anxiously begin to buzz around their bodies.

“I— I thought she was ahead of you!” Bela exclaims, eyes wide and staring at her sister.

“Why would she be ahead of me when she always runs behind you?!” Cassandra barks back.

“Did... you two...” Alcina begins in a low, threatening tone, like a volcano rumbling before its inevitable eruption. "...actually..."

Heavy steps come down the stairway, each one akin to a judge’s hammer, delivering a severe sentence.

“…abandon your sister out in this BLIZZARD?!”

-

-

In the crack of dawn...

You underestimated the weather to your own peril. Then again, according to the locals, you weren't expecting the snowstorm for another day or two.

The winds are so strong you can barely walk forward. Every gust is an icy slap to the face. You pull your scarf up higher and fight past the resistance, trying to get back to your cabin before you freeze to death.

Everything before you is white...

Except for a black dot a few ways off your road, curled underneath the roots of an ancient tree. The closer you move, you realize its shape looks vaguely humanoid, like someone collapsed over from the cold.

You don't have the time to think on the potential danger to your own well-being if you try to save them. You rush to the figure as fast as your burning legs can carry you—

And you gasp when you see her.

It is her, the girl you saw on the first day here, the beautiful, wealthy redhead.

Except there's nothing showing off status about her now. Not when she's pale as a corpse, halfway buried into the piling snow. Her skin literally looks cracked, but you assume that's due to the layer of frost over it.

Is that... blood? You wonder as you lean closer, checking for a pulse. Indeed, there are dried stains all over her outfit, especially around her chin and you can only pray it's not from her lungs.

There's not just crimson splashes on her, though. Looking closer, you notice frozen, gray blowflies laying lifeless over and around her form. Not to mention the rose-like tattoo right in the middle of her forehead, as if she's part of some strange religion or cult...

That's weird, you think, but there's no time to linger on that now. Everything about this village is weird.

“Shit, shit, come on.” you grab her arm, trying to lift her. She's much lighter than she should be, or that's just the adrenaline talking. Either way, you easily secure her onto your back.

Now, the real fight is getting her home.

You only hope you're not stuck with a dead body in your hands by the time you make it there.

-

-

Hours pass and the woman –Daniela?— doesn't stir. You often have to check her pulse to make sure she's still alive.

She needs help from a doctor, but you can't get anywhere with this blizzard yet raging. All you can do is keep her warm with every fur you own thrown over her in your bed and be ready to dash out as soon as the weather allows it.

“Uggh.” you hear her groan weakly, at some point.

The next heartbeat, you sit on the edge of your bed, anxiously waiting to see if she will open her eyes.

Gradually, she does. Her long lashes flutter against her fair cheeks several times, until her honey orbs start to focus on their surroundings. You open your mouth to assure her she's safe when her gaze catches yours... yet the words never make it past your lips.

Instead, you are literally flipped and pinned into your mattress by her cold hand around your neck. She's over you in a flash, thighs locked around your waist faster than you could ever hope to counter, staring at you like a wolf gone crazed from hunger.

Ack!

Okay, so the angelic-looking redhead is a little feral. Still, you can't really blame her. You would have probably reacted similarly waking up to a complete stranger, whose intentions can only be guessed at.

“H-hey, Daniela, right?” you croak.

How strong is this woman, anyway? You can't breathe.

“You're gonna... be... okay...”

Her grip eases a fraction. Her expression changes to something you can't read. A bit of apprehension, a lot of hunger and a smidge of...

...pity?

Normally, you'd feel better about your dream girl straddling you so fiercely in bed, looking down at you with lidded eyes and long red hair spilling over her tight shoulders like liquid fire.

So... why is it your instincts want you to run?

Daniela slowly leans closer, closer still and you have to turn your head a little so you're not practically ghosting your lips over a stranger's. Even if she's a particularly attractive one. Your body has already decided it wouldn't mind.

Your stomach seizes in both a good and a bad way.

What is she doing...?

You wonder as she nuzzles your neck, runs the tip of her nose underneath your jawline until her chilly lips are hovering right over your pulse. You can feel every little contour and gentle swell of her lithe body pressed tightly, hotly against yours...

There's several levels of wrong to being scared and simultaneously turned on by a mystery girl you just saved from certain death invading your personal space so suddenly.

Things start to get a bit tense for you, however, when you realize you cannot push her off...

Full lips already by your earlobe give a tiny huff of a laugh.

“I'm okay... but you're not~”

You don't have time to ponder what that means, for the next millisecond—

Twin, sharp nails are driven hard into your flesh.

You cry out and thrash violently as she holds you down, biting deeper, harsher. Despite your panic, you register the chilling sensation of your blood being sucked out of your veins in greedy gulps. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest it's about to burst, only making matters worse for you.

Really, the eyes and complexion should have been your first clue. Should have listened to your gut sooner.

Before you lose all your strength along with your life, you manage to bring a knee underneath you and roll your hips to finally shove her off. You don't know how you manage it, but she doesn't look too happy that you did—

You stumble out of your bed, leaving her wrapped up in the furs and make a mad dash for the door. A loud, insistent buzzing, like that of flies, starts behind you, though you don't peer over your shoulder to check where it’s emanating from.

You practically kick the door open, rush out into the storm—

But you barely make it two meters off your threshold, before you knock onto something very solid that shouldn't be there.

Frantic, your wide eyes turn up –way up— meeting those of the unforgettable, meters-tall Lady. She glances down at you with a tired gaze and an almost sweet smile playing at her red lips...

Then the back of her hand knocks against your head with the force of a truck going at the speed of a bullet.

Your world snaps, cracks and goes pitch-black.

Yes ma'am?

OK so, ma ass caved and I'm making Lady Dimitrescu stuffs that's spicy. I can't decide on which perspective I should have the writing in.

Is 1st person using I, me, my.

Or.

2nd person using you, your, yours.

After witch I'll post here and on wattpad.

My contribution to the gamer Dimitrescu meme