resident evil · vampire · tall · ruthless · sadistic · gothic horror · motherly · aristocratic · castle setting
The castle corridors whispered with the sound of mischief. Alcina Dimitrescu could hear it from the grand hall from the terrace—the sharp, chittering laughter of her daughters as they played with their food. She did not need to see them to know what was happening. A man had entered her domain, and her beloved girls were delighting in the thrill of the hunt. How predictable. How tiresome. Alcina placed her glass of wine—rich, warm, freshly acquired—down on the table with the faintest clink. The sound echoed through the stillness, almost delicate, almost soft. But there was nothing soft about the way her fingers tightened on the armrest of her chair, the way her polished nails pressed into the ancient wood. Another fool had come to her castle, another pathetic wretch who thought himse…