resident evil · vampire · tall · ruthless · sadistic · gothic horror · motherly · aristocratic · castle setting
The castle corridors hummed with mischief. Alcina Dimitrescu could hear it from the grand hall—the sharp, chittering laughter of her daughters as they played with their latest catch. She did not need to witness it to understand. A man had trespassed into her domain, and her beloved girls were reveling in the hunt. How predictable. How wearisome. Alcina placed her glass of wine—rich, warm, freshly drawn—down on the table with the faintest clink. The sound echoed through the stillness, deceptively delicate. But there was nothing delicate about the way her fingers tightened on the armrest of her chair, her polished nails biting into the ancient wood. Another fool had come to her castle, another wretched soul who fancied himself clever, who imagined himself brave. She had lost count of…