If You Don't (Fyodor X OC)

Trust

"𝙰 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝" - 𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢

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The morning had come by the time I pulled into the driveway. The birds were singing as they hopped around in the fountain, and it was all so... surreal. My brother was alive, and now we were both at the mercy of the man I was sent to kill. God, if Eli could see me now.

As I pulled the wires apart to bring a halt to the engine, I found myself hoping. Hoping that Fyodor would be merciful. Hoping that no matter what, my brother would be safe here. Hoping that after all this time, I knew the russian as well as I believed I did.

The car turned off and I stepped out, with Niklaus following my lead. He looked amazed as he observed the house, and it reminded me of myself. I could recall how he was likely feeling right about now, and I only wished that I could ease his worries.

He followed me up the driveway and I turned the handle. It was still unlocked, just like I had left it. I expected everyone to be asleep still, but of course, luck was not on my side.

"Ana, what happened to you?" Ivan rushed over to me, immediately taking my coat for me and hanging it up. While the servant seemed elated, Fyodor was anything but.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall, staring at me from the kitchen doorway. For the first time since knowing him, Fyodor was visibly angered. His eyes seemed to be a deeper shade of purple, and he didnt mutter a word until I approached him.

"Fyodor, i-"

"You breached the contract," He said darkly, cutting me off.

"I know," I sighed out. I looked to the ground, unable to face the man in front of me.

"You know what I have to do now," I thought I heard a bit of sadness in his tone. I could tell he didnt like this any more than I did.

"I understand," I nodded stiffly. I felt the tears build up now, and I was helpless to stop them from cascading down my cheeks.

"Ana, what is he talking about? What contract?" Niklaus's voice cracked as he approached us.

I turned to him and brought my hand to his cheek. He was taller than me, so I had to bring my head up to look at him. "Dont worry about it, Niklaus. Youre safe now"

"Anastasia, a word?" Fyodor tilted his head and gestured towards the stairs. I nodded and simply followed his lead, tailing him as he walked us towards his own bedroom.

He sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh, and I opted for standing against the door as I closed it behind me.

It was quiet for a while. We both knew what needed to be said and done, but neither of us could bring ourselves to speak. I could tell that he never expected this of me, and honestly, I wouldnt have either. I would never have done what I did if it werent for the sake of Klaus.

"That boy you brought home. I recognize the name. That is your brother?" He held no expression as he looked to me for an answer.

"Yes"

"Anastasia, I have to kill you," He breathed out, as if the words themselves were a curse.

"I know that. Forgive me for my audacity, but I would like to ask for one last favor before I die," I whispered. It was hard to speak when I felt like my world was falling apart. It wasnt my impending death that was agonizing. It wasnt that I was scared. It was the fact that I had betrayed Fyodor that made it feel like there wasnt enough oxygen. It was the broken bond between us that made it feel like I was on fire.