Anastasia jumped quickly and tried to grab the throat of the voice. When she felt the throat she pushed it against the wall. This person was 20 years old, messy longish black hair, tan skin, and freckles. He was a lot taller than Anastasia. He wore a black zip up hoodie, with a black shirt under. Nice black pants, black socks and the only thing that was not really black where the black and white converse.
"Nice to meet you to," it said, and raised its hands against the walls, like he wanted to surrender. "If you are asking it's Drako. Demigod. Son of Hades, mother of mortal."
Anastasia loosened her grip against the throat. She took her hand down to her side. With the other hand she put it front of him, like she wanted to hand shake. Drako took her hand and they shook hands.
"Its Anastasia. Anastasia Morozov. I also know what a demigod is." She let go of the hand and just stood there.
"Are you like Romanian?" Drako asked with a tiny smile.
"No, I am Russian." Anastasia replyed with confidence.
"Ooo, hard core," Drako laughed. "Come on, lets get inside." Drako said when the rock door slide open. He walked into the big hallway that was behind the door. Anastasia followed.
The hallway was really fancy. A red carpet with gold embroidery. the hallway was just black. Black candles. Black everything. Anything that belongs in the entrance is black.
"Okay so your room is here. Already prepared with your clothing. And everything you need." Drako said, while pointing to a room.
Anastasia stopped and asked "Hold up, who said that I want to stay here." Anastasia looked puzzled at Drako.
"Oh you just wait. I will tell you tomorrow. And if you don't like it you can take the dragon back to the underworld, or just leave and start a new life. If you do decide to stay then just come for dinner." He said calmly.
Anastasia just entered the room. Oh my god, he reminds me of my dog so much. Stubborn and full of surprises, which I hope I don't have to pay for.
Exactly when she stepped into the room, she closed the door, and locked it. Anastasia did not trust this Drako dude. The room was really nice. It had a big black bed, a circle mirror, a desk with pens and a diary, and a bathroom. Lastly there was a closet. Anastasia walked up to the closet, she opened the door at the same time.
Wow.
Inside where black cargo pants, a crop black turtle neck with short sleeves, a black belt with little pockets, a chain to add to the cargo's, lastly there was a chain necklace. Next to the folded pants where ankle punk boots. The boots went up to the middle of the shin. They where black shoes. They had chains draping from the top. Anastasia loved the outfit.
Well I guess that's all. She was about to close it, when something sparkled in the between the folded cargo pants.
She widened the doors again, Anastasia took the cargo pants and unfolded them. There was a thirty centimeter dagger with Stygian iron. The blade was a purple black, the handle had black leather wrapped around for the grip, and then it purple topaz after the leather grip. Anastasia gasped when she saw the dagger. She loved it. Instantly she got out of her crusty clothes that she had on when she got killed. Then she got into the new clothes. When she was done, she went up to the big mirror, Anastasia saw that she looked really good in the clothes but, her hair long blond hair was a mess. Anastasia went into the bathroom. Anastasia scanned the big, black bathroom. She could not find a hair brush. Anastasia walked up to a drawer, she pulled it open, in there was a black hair brush. She brushed her hair, and brushed. Her blond hair was really tangled, that she spent twenty minutes rushing it. Finally she finished getting rid of all the tangles. Her hair was now longer than ever, and really silky smooth. Anastasia spotted a hair band. Anastasia put her hair in a high pony tail. After her hair do, she walked out of the bathroom, she opened a pocket that looked like it would fit the dagger, and put the dagger in. Then Anastasia took the shoes, and gently slipped in them. Before she left the room Anastasia did a outfit check.
Perfect. She thought and walked up the door, unlocked it. Anastasia opened the door and walked into the dining room. The problem was she did not know where it was, but it was as if her feet knew the way.
***
"Ahh, so did decide to stay," Drako chuckled, when he saw Anastasia come his way. She looked like a assassin.
In the dining room, was a large three meter table, filled with all different foods. There where only two chairs. Drako pulled one chair out, for Anastasia to sit on. Anastasia gently stat down, then Drako walked to the other side of the table and sat at his chair.
"Okay, I told you some details about you, I told you my full name and where a come from. Its your turn now." Anastasia demanded.
"Okay, so my name is Drako. Drako Black. I am born in Millan. As you know, I am the son of Hades." Drako detailed.
Anastasia grabbed a chicken breast and put some gravy next to it. She took a bite of the chicken.
"Mmm, this is really good. Who made this," Anastasia spoke after swallowing her food.
"I did," Drako said proudly.
"Ha, like a son of Hades knows how to cook." Anastasia laughed.
"Actually I do know how to cook. Italians know how to cook, and I learned in my free time. I traveled the world, and took different cooking classes." Drako said in a sassy way.
"Okay, sorry," Anastasia held back and said it.
Both of them had a really good time during dinner. They laughed, and ate. Anastasia tried so many different foods that she never ate before. After dinner Anastasia went to bed. She took off the clothes and put on some black velvet pajamas, and laid in bed.
