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Snowstorm (Thirdunion vampire AU pt 3)

Disclaimer: I don't support nazism (Ew, gosh, no, that's disgusting!!!). This is just a story of fictional characters in a little fictional world. If you don't feel comfortable with this, just skip this chapter. Thank u!

(Also, prepare to see the word 'witch' one thousand times, and brace yourself for some inaccurate magic (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞.)
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Soviet's POV

He walked carefully between the trees, his hooded cloak hiding his face from the sun that shone brightly through the leaves, casting shadows in the air of the forest and reflecting softly on the small particles of dust that hung in the air.

He had walked out of the mansion while Third slept, just like he had been doing for the past few days. Every day, when the sun raised in the middle of the sky, he would walk out carefully, smiling at the sleeping vampire with eyes filled with love, before finally walking to the house of the old woman that had taken care of him when he was a child.

Ever since the day he had accidentally learnt about his heritage, he had sworn to look for a way to break the awful curse that weighted over Third's family, even if that meant giving half of his soul in the process.

Walking in the abandoned cottage, he felt nostalgia washing over him as he touched the rotting wood of the once beautiful place that had been his real home for some time.

He sighed.

He knew there had to be something here that could guide him in any way, after all, the golden eyed woman -now an obvious sign of a witch- had recognized the dormant power inside of him, and had taught him at least some things to connect with it before passing away.

She was the reason he could feel the world around him as he did, the energy that moved through the trees, the water and the dirt, the light that came from the sun, the moon and the stars, and the warmth that came from inside of his heart. All the feelings that could explain why he had run into the woods every time he felt he was in danger, looking for the comforting sensation of the life buzzing around him, even if it could kill him.

But it hadn't been enough.

He was deeply grateful with the old woman, but he knew she had been forced to part too early, when he had still a long way to go. And now he didn't even know what to do.

He closed his eyes, trying to at least find any trace of the calming aura that the elderly woman used to have when she was alive, but he was only met by the sound of the little creatures that had made their home into the ruins of the house.

Now he was back at the beginning, without a clue about what to do next.

He felt lost and lonely once again.

He huffed, sitting on the ground, hugging his knees and resting his cheek against them, a mix of urgency, grief and loneliness swirling inside of him.

A little reflection hit one of his eyes, making him blink in confusion as he tried to look for the origin, just to find it was coming from a small compartment hidden between the steps of the small stairs of the house.

Extending one arm, he tried lifting the top of the step, raising his brows when it moved easily. Kneeling in front of the secret space, he opened a wooden chest that rested inside of it, just to find what seemed to be a series of old notebooks.

He knew what it was as soon as he recognized his name on the covers.

His dear granny had left something there for him after all. He held the objects carefully close to his chest and let out tears of happiness.