Revenge, and A Little Bit More

Chapter Eleven: False Vision

The next day Lady Dimitrescu went hunting with the girls, as promised, leaving Donna and Lilith alone in the castle. Maidens were hurriedly running around busy with their daily tasks, paying no mind to Lilith, who looked like the living dead. She had taken a shower, to try and wake up, before heading down to the kitchen to get much needed coffee. She was fighting a hangover, by the time she woke it was already lunch time. She opened the dining hall doors, and paused, looking at the scene in front of her. At least 7 maidens, including Lorraine was busy cleaning up a huge mess in the room. The massive mahogany table has been smashed, the chairs all over the place and plates and cutlery strewn all over the place. A familiar sight of a broken bloody wine bottle, smashed against the wall. She walked towards the kitchen, not caring about the destruction or that she might get hurt by the debris on the floor. She half heartedly kicked a piece of wood, getting Lorraine's attention. She glanced up at Lilith as she walked past, her head hanging low. Lorraine wanted to call her over to talk, but seeing the look in her eyes, made it clear to her that there would be no talking to the mistress. She left the dining hall to go and make sure the maidens fetching the new furniture was doing alright. As she walked past Donna's room, she heard whispering. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she eavesdropped on the doll maker.
"Of course, mother. I understand."
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"I successfully managed to get them angry with each other. They haven't gotten into a physical fight yet. But not to worry, that'll happen soon." Lorraine frowned at the strange conversation.
"I will use my ability, mother. No, Heisenberg is not here. He won't be a problem. Neither Lilith or Alcina will see this coming." Donna sounded different from her usual quiet self.
"Send the twins, mother!! Time to fuck everything up!" a high pitched voice shrieked, giving Lorraine shivers down her spine. Without another word, Donna hung up the phone, making her way to the door. Lorraine panicked, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. She dove into the next room, and quietly closed the door. To her relief, Donna and Angie just walked past. She immediately started panicking, realizing she needs to go to Lilith and tell her what she heard. She ran to the door, and peeked out to see if the coast is clear. Suddenly she was met with psychotic, beady eyes of Angie.
"Spying, are we?" Donna asked, walking towards Lorraine. She was holding some kind of flower, the petals as black as night. Angie was screaming excitedly, hovering behind Donna.
"Let's teach her a fucking lesson!! One she'll never forget!" the doll screamed. Lorraine was about to scream for help, when suddenly her environment changed completely, folding in on itself. She found herself in the middle of a peaceful looking meadow, flowers of all colors surrounding her. She stood facing Donna, who had an unamused expression.
"You heard nothing..." Donna pulled Lorraine closer and whispered in her ear. Hypnotism was a speciality of Donna's. Her face suddenly went blank, her eyes rolled back in her skull.
"I heard nothing..." the whisper was right by her ear.

Suddenly the meadow disappeared, and Lorraine found herself in the room she was hiding in. Donna and Angie was nowhere to be seen. She shrugged and assumed she just forgot why she had to go this room. She quickly left the room, hearing the Lady and her daughters return.
"Welcome home, my ladies." she greeted them warmly, taking their coats.
"Lorraine, what's-" Bela began to ask, but kept quiet when her mother clasped her hand over her mouth. She looked at her three daughters, silently placing a finger on her own mouth, indicating to them to be quiet. They frowned, but nodded nonetheless.
"Lorraine, dear. Please go and look for Lilith. There's something I need to discuss with her. Tell her to walk with you to my private chambers." she ordered sternly, watching the maiden carefully. Lorraine frowned, remembering the events of last night.
"Of course, my lady." she said, smiling. The Dimitrescu women noticed dark circles under her eyes and an extremely pale skin. Lady Dimitrescu noticed a familiar yellow powder on Lorraine's shoulder. Pollen...
"My darling girls. Do you remember those delightful sweets I gave you? Please go get some and bring it to my bedroom." she cheerfully asked her girls.
"Yes, mother." they nodded, knowing exactly what she was talking about. They quickly swarmed off, as Lady Dimitrescu moved hastily to her room, trying not to run. She had no idea where Donna was. Or Angie. She entered her room and ran to her telephone. She dialed the number shakily. It rang once, before he answered.
"What's up, big bitch?" Heisenberg answered. Lady Dimitrescu heard her bedroom door open softly, followed by the diabolical giggle of Angie.
"Karl. Hurry. We're in dang-" the phone went dead before she could finish her sentence. Angie snipped the phone line with a pair of scissors.
"Donna. I must say, I didn't expect it from you." she growled. Angie laughed again.
"Mmm. Mother will finally see that I am perfect for Eva. Not you." she said calmly. Lady Dimitrescu lunged forward suddenly with her claws extended, ready to kill Donna. She stopped however, suddenly finding herself in the dilapidated chapel where she was killed by Ethan. The horrific memories came flooding back, and the feelings she had at the time took over her completely. Anger rose inside the countess, as sure as the rising sun.
"Alcina..." a ghostly voice called, making her look around frantically. She suddenly felt the searing hot pain of the dagger again. But instead of Ethan Winters stabbing her, she saw Lilith, smiling an evil smile. Donna created the hallucinations.
"Ethan didn't kill you.... She did... She killed your daughters. Alcina, kill Lilith Blake!" Donna whispered in her ear. She tried fighting, with everything she had, but the hallucinogenic affects of the flowers was too powerful. Her pupils dilated, and an angry growl ripped through the chapel.
"Kill Lilith Blake..."
"Lilith Blake, you will rue the day you tried to kill my daughters." Lady Dimitrescu said in a monotonous voice.