If You Don't (Fyodor X OC)

Harbinger of Death

"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎"

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"Make sure the house is clean when i return, and call me if there's any issues," Fyodor instructed. He buttoned up his coat and readjusted his hat as he stood in the door way.

"Of course, Master. I promise i wont disappoint you,' Ivan said with a courteous bow.

"That goes for you too. If Ivan gives you any trouble, I would like to know about it," He gave me a brief nod. It was kind of funny, actually. He reminded me of a father that was leaving his teenagers at home alone. I also had a hard time imaging how Ivan could possibly trouble me. He had been nothing but courteous and pleasant since my arrival.

I didnt respond with anything but a nod of my own, watching as he walked out the door. He started up his car and backed out of the driveway. I had no idea where he was going, but i knew he was going to be absent for a few days. Something to do with his work.

Ivan went off to go do his own thing, whatever that was, and i took an interest in the television. I hadnt even bothered with it since i came here, so i figured id give it a try. I had nothing better to do, as much as I hated it. Realistically, I've never been given free time like this. I was always learning something or on a mission. I didnt even know how to relax thoroughly.

I picked up the remote and hit what I assumed to be the power button. The controls were all written in Russian, so yet again i was left being unable to read it. At least the arrows looked like.. well.. arrows - I tapped those to navigate through various channels until i finally stumbled across an American channel.

I couldnt tell what exactly was playing, but i watched with intrigue nonetheless. There was a man with dark hair, and a brunette girl next to him. They were arguing in some sort of cabin, it seemed.

"You put me in a position, where i have to defend you. Again," the woman said exasperatedly.

"Where i have to bend my morals, again. Where I have to go against every single thing that i believe in, again, because I love you," she was screaming now.

"Well then stop loving me!" The man yelled back.

"I cant!" She was nearly crying now, and i hated that i could relate.

It had been so long. Years, even, since I had to think about him. I thought i had buried the memory of him deep enough to never be resurfaced. I suppose i was a fool for that. It was preposterous of me to ever believe, for even a second, that I could forget him. His words that night had sounded so similar to the ones i was hearing on the TV. The way he begged me to be different, to be better. I wish I could have complied.

Thankfully, my spiral of turmoil was interrupted by a knock on the door. I hit the mute button on the remote and was about to go answer it, but then the thought hit me. Who on earth could it be? Ivan was upstairs, and Fyodor was gone. Perhaps it was one of the Russians friends?

I unlocked the deadbolt and opened up. Just as I did, my stomach churned and my heart fell short.

"good morning, Ana," Christopher cooed with false implications.