The Grand Dutchess Anastasia

A Place to Rest

Of course, following his minions' failure Rasputin had a mini temper tantrum. Bartok did his best to subdue his evilness, which only led to further intensifying his plans of murder.

After walking for some time, Dimitri wouldn't shut up about his feet hurting. "If you don't shut your mouth soon I'm gonna beat you into the sidewalk."

"Woah woah woah! Easy onion!" The brunette's eyes widened as he stepped away from her, holding his arms up. "No need to go all, all crazy orphan on me."

She snapped her head towards him, her mouth agape. "Crazy- Vlad did I hear him right? Please tell me I didn't hear that right."

"No no no, I mean what I said. You're so crabby, and rude, and-"

The former count cut him off, "Now then, how about we just find a place to spend the night, hm?"

"I think that's an excellent idea." Anya crossed her arms and turned her back to Dimitri.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He did the same.

Within twenty minutes, the trio- moreso Vlad, seeing as the other two kept taunting each other- found an inn. He paid for their rooms, finding it cheaper to pay for two rather than one. "Dimitri?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"You're sleeping in my room. Anya, here's your key." He offerred her a warm smile before waltzing off into his room, his son like friend in tow. The redhead fiddled with her key before sauntering off to her room as well.

"1A, 2A, 3A, ah, there we go." She mumbled to herself. She slid the key into the inn door, having to jiggle it a bit before it would budge. As she strode inside, her nose picked up an unfamiliar scent. Kind of a pine smell, a little vanilla added into the mix. She noticed a side table and set her duffle bag down, looking through it for her night gown.

Once she found it, she walked to the bathroom and stared at the shower. Her eyes studied the markings, unable to define which knob turned the hot water on and which made it cold, so she just turned them both on and continued to undress.

A familiar, warm tune escaped her lips in a light hum. Her thoughts wandered to Dimitri; was he always so unhappy? He seemed to enjoy life on the road she thought, remembering his reaction when she asked about his home. Vlad and him seem pretty close as well.Something about him was unsettling for her. Maybe it was the small glint of concern in his almond brown eyes during the train incident, or maybe it was simply the way his stray hairs hung into his eyes. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

She let the room temp water cascade down her body, cursing herself for no knowing how the inn's shower worked. Her hair changed from a bright red to a dark auburn the more water it absorbed.

Meanwhile, in the room next door, the former count had fallen fast asleep. Dimitri's hesd was filled with memories: both painful and pleasant. The way Anya had fought with him was so familiar. She flared her nostrils whenever he said something that infuriated her, and always cocked her head to the right when she wanted to look stern. The young princess used to stick her tongue out at him with her hands on her hips; hell, Anya seemed like she'd copied her manurisms from a textbook.

If anything this only further pissed him off. Who does she think she is?! Anastasis was his best friend- his only friend. He loved her, and now this orphan, no, this imposter is trying to take her place.

He wiped his eyes, erasing any evidence of emotion before standing and walking towards the door. Fresh air, yeah, that's all he needed. Then he could sleep like a baby.

Dimitri stepped outside, lighting a cigar. He didn't smoke often, just enough to calm him on long nights.

Anya dabbed her hair partially dry with the towel. She had dressed in another old, large hand me down tee from the orphanage to sleep in. After hanging the towel over the shower rod, she made her way to the window, the moon drawing her attention. She fiddled with her necklace, mumbling something along the lines of "please let this work", a small prayer for the large journey ahead of her. Soon enough, she found such a thing trivial and cursed herself for believing in such thing as miracles.

Gracefully she lifted the covers and slid underneath, the bed big enough for three of her to fit. "Holy shit.. no way!" She practically squealed. The orphanage only had cotton sheets on a damp floor to sleep, and here she was with an entire bed to herself. "I cannot believe this.." She sunk into it, the comfort and warmth soaking into her skin. She fell asleep almost immediately.

Dimitri put out his cigar, pocketting it. He strode to what looked like his room and he walked in, locking it behind him. It was dark outside and the door was unlocked, the lights off as well, so he had no idea he had just waltzed into the wrong room.

Like in most motels, this inn had their rooms set up almost identically. He couldn't see, so naturally he reached out for the bed, expecting his own. He found said bed, taking off his shoes and crawling under the covers, falling asleep.

The next morning, the two had barely woken up. They could hear Vlad's yelling voice (which was a very rare sight), and had somehow managed to become entangled between themselves. His arm was draped over her back, her entire body wrapped around his side.

Vlad had awoken to an empty room, and sighed. What had that boy gotten himself into now?

A/N: heyo:) ikikik its been FOREVER but ya know. life exists. to be honest i forgot about this thing but im still oddly obsessed with the movie and figured id come back. hows it goin?