There was a moment where her hand rested on the doorknob, not open, just holding, holding the little girl at bay. And then it opened, and the minuscule monster was released - A blur of sweet gold and cream and reptilian yellow eyes. In her mouth was the decapitated rabbit, its lovingly-stitched buttons eyes staring blindly.
There was a wave of horror in her, and old pang, easily ignored by a mentality tired of reasoning with itself. Then the familiar surge of maternal anger. "Elvira, don't you dare-" But it was too late, the little girl had turned on heel. Alaine was quick to follow, and her Optime legs were much longer than the little ones attached to fat puppy body. If Elvira ever slimmed down, though, she would truly be a fast thing - a tiny little razorblade.
One hand moved to scoop the girl up by the ruff of her neck, or if unsuccessful, at least knock her off her ivory-dipped feet, before she reached the stairwell.
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