#Mamă

[smokyyblog]

Take a moment to appreciate the incredible value of a mother's love and cherish the relationship you have with the amazing woman who brought you into this world. #MothersLove #UnconditionalLove #CherishYourMom

[mihaicioranu]

[radardemediaonline]

În câteva ore, Ana Baniciu și Adrian Nartea vor fi Săriți de pe fix! „Mamă, mi-au sărit și extensiile!”

În această seară, de la ora 21:30, cei de acasă se vor putea bucura de o nouă ediție din cel mai nebun show al momentului, Săriți de pe fix!. Sub atenta supraveghere a lui Cabral, 8 comedianți și doi invitați speciali vor ține piept celor mai amuzante provocări. De această dată, Anisia Gafton, Anca Dinicu, Emily Burghelea, Paul Ipate, Alex Bogdan, Lucian Ghimiși, Mihai Rait și Drăcea sunt cei…

[cillivnz]

more than what you bargained for [k. heisenberg]

PAIRING — KARL HEISENBERG x DIMITRESCU!READER

TROPE — DBF! [here, mother’s friend, no really close relation] WORD COUNT — 1163 (short and sweet)

WARNINGS — NSFW. 18+. fem!reader. loss of virginity, hefty age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Karl is in his 50s), daddy kink, innocence/corruption kink, cursing, pet-names (bunny, little girl, etc.), slight degradation, slightly mean!Karl, p! in v! sex, brief orgasm denial, dacryphilia, slight exhibitionism, overstimulation, clit-play, mention of blood, spiting, cum-play, inappropriate usage of stuffed toys!

A/N — requested! i wasn’t going to leave y’all hanging high n’ dry, nonetheless, but thank you, all! (💋 for u) no mention of Alcides [ gender-bent Lady Dimitrescu ], didn’t want to jinx the two verses, so Alcina is Alcina.

i’ve decided to write this as a mini-series, can absolutely be read as stand-alones, the title would be “cockuette”, inspired by the coquette-ish aesthetic of the series, hence the 🎀 on Karl!

NOTES [excuse inaccurate translations from romanian to english]

draga esti acolo : sweetie, are you there? da, mamă? : yes, mother? da, mamă. am doar febra : yes, mother. i just have a fever.

YOUR NIGHT HAD JUST begun.

spinning you around, you were manhandled into a vulgar, shameless position— with you face squished against your pink, cum-slick duvet, and your ass up and spread for the older man.

“such a pretty pussy, baby. you’re really givin’ this ol’ man a treat,” he spread your gushing hole with both his thumbs.

you felt his hot breath fanning over your clenching cunt, whimpering like a wounded animal at how painful the anticipation from the lack of contact made you feel.

“hurts, daddy—” you moaned, your subconscious choosing your words.

“—daddy, huh?” he cocked a brow.

you looked back with widened eyes, face flushed with embarrassment.

you gulped, taking in the scars painting his handsomely aged face.

why was he even more beautiful up close?

“sorry…” you bat your lashes, pussy twitching involuntarily around his thumbs, still stretching you wide for the cold air of your room.

“nah, bunny. ‘s nothing to be sorry for,” he let go of your round ass to pull you closer, cupping your face and kissing you gently.

you felt every crevice of the metal man’s lacerated face, his soft silver locs brushing against the apples of your cheeks, pale grey eyes staring lovingly into yours only after his plump lips parted from your kiss-swollen ones.

he flipped you around, girthy cock falling heavy on your clit almost immediately.

without another word, he pushed the tip inside you, making you gasp.

“K-Karl! holy fuck—” you whined, showing hostility towards the fat penetration.

“sh, daddy’s here.

i got you, pretty bunny.”

only stopping when your hips didn’t allow him to go further, he let you adjust for a brief moment, before starting at a slow pace.

“Karl, it’s too much— too full.” you winced, eyes watery with pain.

“you’ll get used to it, bun. it’s made for you.” he grunted, eyes half-lidded, relishing in the feel of your tight cunt squeezing along his length.

“look at me when i fuck you, miss,” he grabbed your chin firmly, forcing your eyes open. the hand that hadn’t got an ironclad grip on your hip snaked its way onto your clit, rubbing vigorously. “Mama really didn’t teach you manners, huh?” he continued, thrusts gaining brute force and speed.

“that’s okay, darling girl. daddy’s here to teach you lessons. this is one of many.”

he chuckled viciously, eyes glinting with mischievous malice that once again dominated his softer side.

by now you were a moaning mess, crying over the assault of his fat cockhead on your sweet spot, and over the bruises forming on your body from his relentless groping and squeezing, his way of marking you in your most private, sensitive areas.

a reminder that you had wronged Karl earlier, and now you weren’t going to forget.

he turned you around in the blink of an eye, your returned to your initial position with the same sense of degradation; face down, ass up.

now, Karl was not holding back. not when your velvet walls were letting him glide through you.

only the sound of skin-on-skin slapping was sound, until a curt knock was heard.

“draga esti acolo?” your mother’s deep voice echoed.

you were frozen in place, life flashing before your eyes while the man balls-deep inside you only slowed his movements.

you raise your head meekly to look back at Karl, only earning a sly smirk from him.

“da, mamă?” you croaked.

“i’m sorry for leaving you alone with that bastard for so long, i couldn’t have left without dealing with those pests.” she sighed, referring to the people Mother Miranda had ordered her to deal with, but the only thing you cared about right now was Karl’s reaction to the insult.

and knowing him, you knew he was going to take it out on you.

instantaneously, he began pounding into you with brutality, using your g-spot as a punching bag for the mean shaft inside you.

you bit down on the cotton sheets, letting your sharp teeth gnaw into the floral print.

“when did he leave?” your mother’s voice was heard again.

“ah- ab-about an h-hour ago!” you grunted the high-pitched response.

silence met you momentarily.

“are you okay, dragă?” she asked, concerned.

“da, mamă. am doar febra!” you groaned.

your mother cursed under her breath, “it’s my fault for keeping you up so late. i’ll send Pasha in with remedies,” was the last thing she said before her heavy footsteps grew distant.

you moaned a sigh of relief, while the man behind you only chuckled. “bastard, huh?” he mused, still stuck on your mother’s insult.

“bet she’d chew on her words when my seed coats her daughter’s womb.” he scoffed, increasing the force of his thrusts by tenfold.

“daddy!”

your eyes rolled back, his heavy balls slapping your sensitive clit with every thrust, his large palms slapping your fat ass cheeks; could this be—

“—MORE THAN WHAT YOU BARGAINED FOR, bunny?” his hand found your clit, pinching the bud.

he looked over to your side, amused by the sight of your childhood toy, a bunny you named ‘Mina’ staring at the filth unravelling in-front of it.

he grabbed the teddy, still thrusting in and out of you, “choke on this,” he squeezed your cheeks together, opening your mouth just enough to shove the teddy bunny’s arm inside.

your cries were muffled, Karl finally able to focus on chasing his high.

pinching your bundle of nerves, he pulled out completely, feeling you sobbing fully into your sheets at the orgasm denial, cunt convulsing around nothing— the perfect moment for him to shove his cock in whole (in hole, literally) and shoot his load into the pussy whose virginity he just stripped off.

he groaned in your ears, hoisting you up by the hair to kiss you with fervency.

“that’s how a good host treats their guests.” he bit down on your lip, earning sobs from your breathless self.

pulling out, he was eager to spread you open again and see the his cum drool out of you, and lo and behold— your puffy cunt oozed out traces of blood in both of your fluids mixed. Karl stretched you wider and spat right into your hole, causing you to flinch and clench.

he chuckled, pulling Mina the bunny away from your arms, and using its saliva-soaked arm to clean your folds.

you winced at the contact, but the softness felt so good.

“milady, Lady Dimitrescu has sent some soup— OH, GODS!” Pasha the chamberlain dropped the big bowl of remedies to the ground, and charged out the same door she barged in on seeing the princess naked as the day she was born, getting her wet cunt cleaned by the most dangerous of the Lords, holding a teddy bunny in all his glory, with that goddamn smirk plastered on his face.

poor Pasha deserves therapy as compensation for the shit she sees at Castle Dimitrescu.

pt. I. COCKUETTE MASTERLIST. more from ‘resident evil: village’. main masterlist.

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

A Living Hell: AO3 & Tumblr 

A Peaceful Moment: AO3 & Tumblr  

Fizzy Drinks: AO3 & Tumblr  

Here, There, And Everywhere: AO3 & Tumblr 

I Bite You, You Tickle Me: AO3 & Tumblr 

I Saw Mamă Kiss A Claus: AO3 & Tumblr 

I’ll Protect You: AO3 & Tumblr 

În Viață Și În Moarte: AO3 & Tumblr 

It Was An Accident: AO3 & Tumblr 

I’ve Got You: AO3 & Tumblr 

Just The Way You Are: AO3 & Tumblr 

Just This Once, Your Ears Only: AO3 & Tumblr 

Learning The Hard Way [NSFW]: AO3 & Tumblr 

Never Again, I Promise: AO3 & Tumblr 

Safe With Me: AO3 & Tumblr 

She's Just Resting: AO3 & Tumblr 

Taking Care Of You: AO3 & Tumblr 

Tonight’s Theme: Being Selfish: AO3 & Tumblr 

You Had Me Worried: AO3 & Tumblr 

[loserboyfriendrjl]

because @plecotusauritus said i should share nonetheless, here’s what music i think the marauders (and lily, since i can’t imagine much for what i think the rest of the valkyries would like) would like if they were romanian:

james potter: connect-r, vama and smiley. especially the songs that have summer vibes, such as vara nu dorm (link - during summer, i don’t sleep would be the translation), perfect fără tine (link - perfect without you) and în lipsa ta (link), but also l.a (this is an older band, link) he sings along to them.

sirius black: carla’s dreams, a billion times. they’re one of my favourite romanian bands — great lyricism and beautiful beats. i feel like he’d particularly like to blood (până la sânge) and antiexemple (antiexemplu), but i suggest generally checking out their music. also, cargo, especially witches’ day=ziua vrăjitoarelor (mother=mamă has a special place in his heart) and bucovina, such as tell me, wind=spune tu, vânt.

remus lupin: the motans and that’s all i have to say. the motans scream remus to me in a way nothing else does; the lyricism is immaculate and the music is beautiful. some exemples are poem, before we had been born (înainte să ne fim născut) and incidentally (întâmplător)

peter pettigrew: anything bosquito (he says they’re underground; they’re really not, especially among the younger generation) and robin and the backstabbers (same with them)

lily evans: irina rimes, because of the lyricism; she has the best lyrics a female romanian singer ever had. examplea are what happened to us (ce s-a întâmplat cu noi), you don’t know how to be a man (nu știi tu să fii bărbat), and dreams (visele), but like with carla’s dreams and the motans, i suggest checking out everything by them. i also think she likes this song (more beautiful) and this (happiness has your face/looks like you)

[am-sarutat-un-strain]

Mă închin în fața ta și-mi cer iertare, tată. Îmi cer iertate pentru tot. Că n-am fost idealul tău de fată, că eu în altă mare înot. Și te privesc azi de la mal, fiindcă-n a ta mă simt străină. Mi-e rece, tată, al tău val, de asta îți spune a ta copilă: îmi cer iertare pentru păr vopsit și pentru aceste buze roșii, tată, pentru corpu-ți obosit și pentru-mi bluza decoltată. Voiai să mă vezi la drept, în uniformă, plimbându-mă prin vamă… în marea ta, tată, mă înec și un pic mă înec și în a ta, mamă. Tu voiai să mă fac medic, dar pe când era tata flăcău știu că părinții ți-au pus piedic. Medicina, mamă, era visul tău. Eu am marea mea aparte, nu vreau nici drept, nici medicină, dacă v-aș face pe plac, poate mi-aș simți viața străină.

Mă închin în fața ta și-mi cer iertare, tată, pentru tatuajul de pe brațul stâng. Asta sunt eu, înecată în artă, văd dispreț în ochii tăi și-mi vine să plâng. Mi-ai trimis cândva o poză, făcută în 2013, zicând că aici sunt ca o roză și nu mă recunoști pe an ce trece..

Am azi o singură întrebare: oare m-ai cunoscut vreodată? știi cum arată a mea mare? știi ce dorințe are a ta fată? mi-ai ascultat vreo poezie? știi că le scriu pe dimineață?.. și tatuaje or să mai fie, altfel degeaba trec prin viață. Degeaba zic că-i viața mea și că am marea mea aparte, dacă mi se luptă inima cu visele ce-mi sunt pe moarte.

Mă închin în fața ta și-mi cer iertare, tată. Poate că multe nu le-ai meritat. Semnat, cu drag, a ta, fată. Iartă-mă, că eu… pentru toate te-am iertat!

[zerolei]

Fericirea

Poate fi o seară rece lângă cafeaua caldă

Poate fi un orb care a început din nou să vadă

Poate fi fetița cu chibrituri ce au început să ardă

Poate fi prima zăpadă ce nu a încetat să cadă

Poate fi un vers din suflet acompaniat de lire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi un copil fericit, coborând pe tobogan

Poate fi o mamă, care muncește an de an

Poate fi un bărbat ce își respectă femeia

Poate fi ce vrei tu, nu-ți abandona ideea

Poate fi mireasa, pentru un anume mire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi femeia tânără, într-o căsuță cu povești

Poate fi soarele pe care-l vezi când te trezești

Poate fi raza de lumină ce răzbate în întuneric

Poate fi orice, atât timp cât nu-ți dorești nimic

Poate fi un călător, ce străbate multe mile

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi sâmbătă seara, cu vin și ceva fin

Poate fi un frate ce-a scăpat de destin

Poate fi un frate ce-a scăpat de moarte

Poate fi o zână plecată mult prea departe

Poate fi alcool și plăcere în neștire

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

Poate fi pentru prima oară la cinematograf

Poate fi atunci când îți faci mintea praf

Poate fi altceva pentru fiecare dintre noi

Poate fi privirea plină din niște ochi prea goi

Poate fi o vorbă bună în cele mai grele zile

Sunt atât de multe definiții pentru fericire

-Eduard-

[djuvlipen]

Here is a VERY good article in Romanian about medical racism against Romani women. I am going to run it on Google Translate because I don't speak Romanian and add the translation in a reblog in a second. I would recommend anyone who speaks Romanian to read it as it's a very essential reading.

[gith-zeri]

Alejandra "Hex" Bakker- revamp

"Mamă served Militech ages ago, left the clan to do so."

" I was too young to understand why everyone hated her for it and continued to after we rejoined."

"But now?"

" I get it "

[sburator]

Daciana's lullaby

Somn ușor, dormi ușor Sunt cu tine Noaptea vine Vorbe dulci, să te culci Să dormi fara griji, mama-i aici Puiul mamii călător, La cântul meu de dor* Te-nalță zburător Somn ușor

----------- Good night, sleep well I'm with you The night comes Sweet words, go to sleep Sleep without worries, mama is here My baby, wanderer, My song of love/longing* Lifts you, flying Sleep well A very shallow translation of Daciana's lullaby (that I've personally never heard, even though my great-grandmother had children around the time on the show, and she raised me) * It's hard to get all the nuances, hardest of all being the word "dor", which is something quintessential to the Romanian language and it encompasses a multitude of concepts, all rolled into one. It's more an emotion than something that can easily be translated into words. Dor is love, longing, melancholy, pathos, desire, a whole constellation of emotions, it rolls sadness and happiness alike in a small, but very powerful word. People say it doesn't have an equivalent in other languages, and I tend to agree. Dor is not one single thing, dor is a multitude. So "cântul meu de dor" is not a "love song", it's so much more; it's that feeling that a loving mother sends to her child through her embrace as she softly sings sweet words to carry their little one to sleep. Also interesting to note that mothers here routinely address their child using the word "mamă", for example, "mamă, fii atent" which is roughly, "kid/little one, be careful". Little gratuitous language nugget.

[smokyyblog]

Great For Tech Moms

Apple iPad Air (5th Generation): with M1 chip, 10.9-inch Liquid Retina Display, 256GB, Wi-Fi 6, 12MP front/12MP Back Camera, Touch ID, All-Day Battery Life – Pink

[mihaicioranu]

[marrutu]

Pelerin prin lume…

Unii şi alţii

,,Unii vor iubire, alții vor putere, Unii doar un umăr pentru-o mângâiere, Unii casă mare şi maşină nouă, Alții doar o umbră unde să nu-i plouă,

Unii să audă, alții să vorbească, Unii doar o clipă cerul să privească, Unii o moşie mare şi bogată, Uni-ar vrea o mamă, alți-ar vrea un tată,

Unii haine scumpe şi pantofi mai mulți, Alţii vor picioare şi-ar umbla desculți, Unii vor un munte, alții vor o mare, Unii doar să aibă cele necesare,

Unii vor avere, faimă, bogății, Alții sănătate pentru-ai lor copii, Unii vor să aibă propriul răsărit, Alții doar să uite ceea ce-au iubit…

Pelerini prin lume între nu şi da, Fiecare suflet are rana sa! Nu tot cel ce râde este fericit, Cum nici cel ce plânge totul a sfârşit!

Luptă pentru tine, uşurează-ți chinul, Iar de nu se poate să-ți accepți destinul; Fii cu gânduri bune şi să crezi mereu: Când nu vine nimeni, vine Dumnezeu!"

Licuția Pântia ✍️

Sănătate și credință în Bunul Dumnezeu! 🙏

[highlifeboat]

The girls scare the shit out of Mia all the time, unintentionally, by just swarming up behind her.

It's not even Mia's fear of bugs that gets her, it's just the fact she doesn't pay attention and then suddenly Cass is behind her like "BUNĂ, MAMĂ!" and almost gives Mia a heart attack.

It happens less now then when she initially moved in but it does still happen and, depending on how scared Mia gets, the girls sometimes feel bad about it. (To be fair they also scare Alcina sometimes as well)

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 21: In Which Strings Are Tightly Twisted

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

The weekend was almost over which meant the long visits between the two of you was coming to an end, which Alcina disliked greatly. But the last two nights had been wonderful, as always.

For the first time in a long time her mind was noticeably mellow. 

She was stretched out on her cream colored chez lounge enjoying the quiet, puffing slowly on her cabriole as she watched the ornate ceiling above do absolutely nothing.

Alcina was becoming more and more grateful for you as time continued on. The circumstances of reality slipped through her fingers when she was with you; she was feeling awake, strong and tall in the present, alive and free. You were freeing her mind, her heart, her long dormant passions and drawing her back into what she thought she could almost remember life feeling like.

She smiled.

A soft knock at her bedroom door rattled her thoughts loose and she sat up.

"Yes?"

The door was opened slowly and Daniela's innocent grin greeted her.

"Mamă, mătușa Donna este aici." (Mother, Auntie Donna is here.)

Odd. It was easily 10 or 11 in the morning by now. What a perplexing hour for her to visit.

Alcina nodded, "arată-i dragostea de studiu, spune-i că voi fi acolo pentru moment." (show her to the study love, tell her I'll be there momentarily.)

She sighed heavily as she rose, donned her white robe, ruffled her hair and made her way through the manor to the other side where Donna was waiting patiently by one of the many bookcases.

"Donna, my apologies for the delay. What brings you at this hour?" Alcina asked with a soft smile, closing the big red oak door behind her.

Donna was dressed in a usual tight fitting, plain black dress. Hair done up in a loose but beautiful bun, her dark brown locks curled and pinned on her head with precision. She was nothing if not meticulous.

"I came to tell you I found the culprits responsible for disturbing the priests, as you had asked me to look into."

"Ah, and who was it?"

The rolling of her eyes was an answer all its own and they began to chuckle.

"Angie, and a few of the younger lycans. Apparently they've been terrorizing several people recently. I, of course, have spoken with her."

Alcina folded her arms and shook her head with a smile, "it is still wondrous to me the two of you are related at all."

"The irony is not lost on you or I," Donna laughed.

The lightness died out. Alcina knew from the moment she walked in that there was something else; this news required only a phone call, there was something much more pressing for her to come all the way to the manor. Donna couldn't hide a thing from her, that was her only downfall.

"You didn't come here to tell me just that, did you," she said, watching Donna's eyes harden at the rhetorical question.

Her sigh was telling enough.

"I'm afraid not," Donna began to twiddle her thumbs slowly as she walked towards Alcina, only looking down once before she was much closer, "the news from Karl reached me only this morning. There has been some odd activity in some areas outside of New York. Mitch, along with a few of his men who still travel quite frequently, have reported what they believe to be rogue vampires."

Alcina's eyes narrowed, "rogue vampires? In what sense?"

Another sigh, this time, sharp.

"That's the troubling part. They don't know, they had no other way to describe them. Mitch explained when he and his party stumbled upon them they fled immediately. They found 4 dead hikers where they were gathered. When his men attempted to follow them they were at a complete loss; they left no scent trail to find. They all had... white eyes."

Her mind began to turn at the news. White eyes? And no scent? Everyone has a scent.

"Did he say how many? Where was this?"

"Half a dozen, possibly more. Connecticut, outside of New Haven."

"That's..."

Mother Miranda's territory.

The two looked at each other without a word, unreadable expressions exchanged.

If Mother Miranda brought in or made new fledglings, Alcina was the first to hear about it. Always. And she'd heard nothing thus far from her. While new vampires not of her making were not uncommon, like any other clan, they were to report all new bloods to Mother Miranda and now Alcina herself, that's how it had been done for centuries.

"I have told Karl to tell his men to not interact, pursue, or intervene. I came also to ask if I may take a team and investigate myself."

"No," Alcina replied abruptly, "I don't want you out there, and there are very few vampires I trust down here as it is. If I send anyone, it will be Mateo and Gerard and I will join them... but as it is..." she stalled as she wondered how drastic of action this truly warranted; were these really rogue vampires? Had news just been delayed from an outer clan?

"I don't want anyone doing anything yet, not until I know more. I will make some calls to the clan leaders. Please relay to Heisenberg and his men to keep their eyes open and report anything else they might come across, but I agree; I don't want anyone searching these vampires out intentionally. Unless a problem is directly presenting itself, I'd rather not cause a fuss and put out a fire that didn't need starting. However, their actions will be addressed the minute I find out who they belong to."

Alcina was normally the first to jump at the chance to fight, protect and defend the city; she was one of the greatest warriors the vampires had ever seen and never batted an eye at a battle. While Donna knew the underlying reason for her hesitancy, she worried deep down that it may be misplacing her attention and focus. If a problem was brewing, which in her core she felt may very well be the case, the root of the weed might be too deep by the time it spread to their door.

Donna nodded gracefully, accepting the Matriarchs decision, "as you wish."

Oh, Alcina knew that tone anywhere.

Her eyes darted back and up to Donna's, "I mean it, I don't want you putting yourself in danger. Please, obey this without making it difficult."

Choosing the right words and tone for this required the biting of her tongue for a moment.

"Alcina, I need you to hear me without losing your temper," Donna began gently as she stepped in closer, placing her hands lovingly on the side of Alcina's arms, "I will adhere to your command. As my leader and my friend, I will respect your decision. But I humbly request you think on this carefully... I know you are in a place where making decisions to run off to a possible altercation is undesirable, but we depend on your guidance and wisdom. Please..." her voice sank very low, "love and care for your human, but don't forget you are our Matriarch."

That burned.

Instead of reacting with rage as she might normally, Alcina considered Donna and her words deeply.

It was all true.

"I have not forgotten," she began softly yet with a sternness, "you must understand the truth to your statement is more bitter and apparent everyday that passes, it does not go blind in my eyes. You should also know that my initiative to fight for all of our protection is more prevalent than ever before," Alcina lifted her chin slightly, "if there is any altercations to be had, I will be at the forefront as I always have been and there will be no prisoners taken."

Donna smiled. Alcina had always been fueled and driven by a blazing fire, and now the flame that was once brilliantly orange and gold, was now blue and white; it burned hotter, longer and fiercer. Perhaps this human lover of hers was more good than bad after all.

She pulled Alcina into an embrace and held her tight, "I could never question the fight within you, my friend. You were born a fighter and will die kicking and screaming until your last breath if it is to your liking, that I have no doubt."

The two of them chuckled, parting slowly and regarding the other with warm grins.

"Please inform me of anymore news, but keep this as quiet as possible. And while I don't necessarily wish to get Angie involved, she is awfully cunning, sneaky, and observant. Her services may be required down the road."

"I will formulate some plans. In the meantime... give my regards to your human, she seems to have tamed a beast I thought to be forever feral."

Had Donna not moved as quickly as she had, Alcina would have landed the swatting to her arm. She left giggling through the door and down the hallway leaving Alcina to send the glare after her, the smirk on her lips nullifying any terror behind it.

Shaking her head with a tumbling laugh, Alcina sat at her desk and mulled over the news once more.

Was she being under-cautious? Did this need military attention? Should she lead a team with Mitch and travel to said location and see for herself immediately?

She shuddered as Mother Miranda came wafting through her thoughts like a suffocating fog. Miranda's main stronghold was in Connecticut, near where these supposed rogue vampires had been seen. White eyes, no scent, repeated in her mind. They must have been mistaken. They must have.

Unless...

Mother Miranda had spoken about dreams and plans of a pristine, unmatched vampire army at great lengths to her when she was first turned. But that was when the internal wars between vampire clans and the external wars with lycans were still alive and thriving; the need and drive for such a thing had been abandoned many years ago, hadn't it? Once the treaties had been solidified Miranda never mentioned it again. Alcina couldn't imagine her work would have continued.

Alcina shook her head. It couldn't be.

Leaning back in her chair she closed her eyes and huffed.

This isn't news she wanted to receive tonight.

~

Yes.

Yes, you were once again listening to Alcina's cassettes on repeat all day today.

It was Sunday and you'd made a commitment to yourself to sleep at least a few hours after she left you in the early morning. It wasn't as difficult as you were expecting and you had to admit you did feel a little better getting some shut-eye. But, the moment you woke you grabbed your old as hell portable cassette player you had since you were a kid and hit play.

What better way to enjoy a lazy Sunday than listening to the lilting melodies of a voice that caressed your mind and soul like a soft velvet glove. You wished there was a way to get these digitalized so you could listen on your phone while you were at work.

There wasn't much for you to do today but you tidied your apartment. Some odd tapping sounds kept catching your attention in the later afternoon. Where it was coming from was annoying you beyond belief. You searched and looked and investigated but was never really able to put your finger on what the cause was. You gave up after it all seemed to stop and grabbed a book, plopped on your bean bag chair and read away the rest of the sunny day.

You were in the kitchen when Alcina appeared. She stood leaning against the door jam with her palm outstretched and a puzzled, inquisitive look on her face.

"Is there a reason a pen, a silver hair clip, $1.82 cents worth of coin, a shiny piece of blue glass and a silver ring much too big for your delicate little fingers were on the ground outside your balcony door?"

Placing the last cup you'd washed on the drying rack your grin tilted into the same perplexed visage.

"Uhm, I have no idea," you said as you walked over to her, gazing at the items in her palm. 

You held out your own hand and Alcina carefully rolled them into your grasp.

Weird.

Really weird.

Looking back up at her with a shrug, you smiled, "I honestly have no clue where they came from, none of these things are mine."

"Hmm, well perhaps you've got little fairies or gnomes leaving you gifts?"

"Yeah I certainly hope not, I don't know how to make peace treaties with those folks."

Alcina laughed and pulled you into her, kissing you deeply as she held you there for her to admire, "if I catch you with another mythical creature I will be terribly heartbroken, draga mea."

"Psh, yeah right. You're the only one for me babe," you sighed nuzzling into her with a warm smile.

She grinned brightly and pulled you deeper into her embrace.

"Come, our hours together tonight are short, I don't want to waste a moment.

~

Latching the antique rotary phone down for the ninth time tonight, Alcina propped her forehead against her balled fists as she sat fully discouraged at her desk.

The study was unsettlingly quiet. 

The girls were out who knows where doing who knew what, the other vampires and lycans of the underground were going about their own nightly business, you were hopefully fast asleep, and she was no closer to having any answers about these "rogue vampires" Donna had told her about this morning.

She was, of course, as vague as possible when she spoke with each clan leader over the phone; simply calling in to check if any new fledglings needed to be added to the books. Nothing out of the ordinary for the Matriarch to call about.

Nine resounding no's.

It was still possible these vampires had moved in from another state, or even another country, and had not reached or gone through the appropriate check points done for all vampires when entering new territory. But, if that was the case, then perhaps action did need taking before their bullshit got out of hand.

Regardless of who they belonged to or where they were from, she was in command and responsible for what fuckery took place in this area when it came to vampires and lycans alike. And yet, no one had heard one damn thing about their appearances, killings, or activity across the board from what she could tell.

No human city officials had come to make her aware of their presence, no vampire leaders, no lycans, no one outside of Donna had told her about anything.

For fuck sake.

Alcina sat back with a huff and she tongued her teeth and mulled this over again and again.

Yes, something had to be done.

She didn't want to risk Mother Miranda finding out about these rogue idiots anymore than she wanted her finding out she knew about that and didn't do anything about it from the beginning.

Was it time to mobilize?

This would mean several nights away from the city. Meaning she wouldn't see you for as long as it took to track down and understand the whole of the situation. Which, in hindsight wouldn't be too unbearable if you were aware of her absence from the start, but that also meant leaving her post here; risking the chance these rogue vampires have already moved into the city, leaving it all the more vulnerable and weaker without her being here. Her military forces were capable, yes surely, but the fact of the matter is the city is her responsibility and she should be the one at the front lines regardless of what is happening anywhere. But where was the current front line?

"Christ al-fucking-mighty!" she exclaimed as her thoughts engaged a 'what if' match inside her echoing skull.

Frustration slapped her back with a sting and she lit a cigarette, puffing the smoke through her nose with virile determination to get something under control. Whether that be her anxiety, the actual situation at hand, or a fucking plan to tackle this, so be it.

She had to get something figured out and quickly.

-

"You and I really outta stop meeting like this."

Donna didn't share his humor as she slipped quietly in through his shop door.

It had been 3 days since her meeting with Alcina and nothing more had been said between the two of them about it. And it didn't appear anything was being done, either. 

She had also revisited with Karl the same day she spoke with Alcina, explaining her stance, to which they both left in an agreed displeased mood. There was no pushing or pressuring the Matriarch if she wouldn't have it. While Donna hadn't pushed too hard, she was beginning to wonder if the stubborn woman actually needed a violent shove instead. Her instincts were on high alert and she hadn't been able to turn them off.

"Karl, I know you often lack the capacity for seriousness but is now the time?"

He just looked at her. 

"Look, a twisted and inappropriately timed sense of humor has always been part of my charm. Angie is your sister for god sake, I don't wanna hear it."

"Yes, often two peas in a pod. You're only redeeming quality is the lack of complete and continual destructive chaos," she tossed back with her hands on her hips.

After a brief pause she rubbed her forehead. 

With a sigh she retreated from her bark and walked closer to his work table, "sorry, I'm trying to not be as bothered about all of this as I am."

"I know," he replied much softer, "I'm still pissed at Alcina's reaction and silence about all of this. Maybe that's what's putting me over the edge. She's always ready for a fight, that's what we love about her; never having to question if our leader is prepared and on our side."

Donna huffed, "I'm feeling the same. I know if it came to it she'd be here, rallied and hungry for a fight... I'm just... wishing she was more present with us right now. It isn't as though we can't act without her knowledge or approval, but the mess that comes afterwards is another headache I don't wish to pursue. If Mother Miranda hears about us enacting military measures without Alcina... that bitch will be down here quicker than we can blink."

"She's visited enough for one year, she can fuck off for another 20 or so and I'd be happy. Actually never seeing her smug crumpled face would make me happiest but... I digress."

They sat in silence for a while as they stared down at the mangled wood of Karl's workbench. 

Finally he huffed.

"Look, I might as well tell you because you'll find out eventually; I've got men on it. Not directly, but I couldn't let this sit. I've got 3 patrols: one near New Haven, Port Chester, and outside of Yonkers. If this is what you think it is, I'm not sitting idly by while super-sized bitch is off with her human play -"

"Karl!" she hissed.

"Eeeey, eey, relax - you know I don't mean it... You know I care about that giant banshee as much as you do... I'm just having a really hard time deciding how long to wait before we get or find real answers. I know she's preoccupied, but now is really not the time for this shit."

He was right as much as Donna didn't want to admit it. She felt the unnerving pressure of something coming, something awry, but if Alcina wasn't going to listen or heed the warnings, someone needed to be on top of it.

She finally gazed over to Karl, "thank you. I know you'll be careful and I won't hover. You will keep me updated?"

"Of course, D. You're the only one outside of Mitch and those on patrol that know, and even they don't know all the details. If we do get busted it'll look better that it's just us and none of you being involved."

Before Donna could respond a ruckus could be heard down the hall from Karl's shop. They both stood quickly as the sounds came closer and through the door burst a lycan soldier.

He was ragged and bleeding, holding to his left shoulder that was hanging limp and disjointed. Panting and sweating he stumbled to the neighboring bench and slumped.

Karl was immediately to his side to hold him up, Donna was right beside him to look over his wounds.

"Blake! What the fuck happened, kid?!" Karl nearly barked.

His response was a little garbled, but Blake shook off the immense pain in his shoulder with a growl through gritted teeth.

"Ambush."