I was impure from that day forward, and there would only be more blood.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"Are you sure about this Nikolai? This IS Roman were talking about..." Vlad sighed as we trekked through the snow. He had been walking for eight days, to meet this so called "Roman"...
"She has to meet him sooner or later. Even if he is... You know..."
"You've been doing that for the past 2 hours... Can you please just tell me what's so bad about him?" I sighed, kicking up a pile of snow.
"You have to know him." Vlad sighed, walking beside me, now in his own cloak. Nikolai was also in his cloak, which I had never seem him in before. It was similar to Vlad's but it was a deep, bright blue, matching the color of his eyes. His cape was as white as the snow, with trim that sparkled like sapphires, the trim on the rest of the cloak being the same white as the cape.
"Well spoken Vladimir." Nikolai smiled, turning down yet another street. I let out another defeated sigh, slumping my shoulders. I stayed silent, looking down at my hidden blades. Every time I saw them, I saw Leo's blood, no matter how much I cleaned them off. I retracted both of them quickly as a crowd of guards passed by, suspiciously whistling as they did so. I had learned from Nikolai that guards weren't too fond of assassins, and would gladly kill us. One of them shot me a menacing glare as I they walked by, making me want to disappear.
"You are no lesser than them, don't be embarrassed." Vlad calmly whispered beside me, staring one of them down. I frowned, feeling like a scolded toddler.
"Well we're here you two." Nikolai smiled, stopping in front of a cabin that reminded me of... Home. Nikolai pounded on the door repeatedly, cursing about the cold.
"ROMAN! WE'RE FREEZING OUT HERE!" He shouted. The door opened about five seconds later, and we were greeted by a boy who looked as if he was my age.
"You're kidding me." I groaned, sighing at Vlad, who just shook his head, mouthing:
"You'll see..."
I let out another sigh, holding out my hand for Roman to shake. INSTEAD, he got down on one knee and kissed my hand, which I quickly pulled away.
"Why hello beautiful~" He sang, standing back up, winking. "I am Roman Romanov III. And you are?"
"Madelyn Markovich?" I answered, confused. I looked back at Vlad, who smirked in triumph.
"See what we meant?" He mouthed. "Do you want me to help you out of this?"
"Please..." I mouthed back, trying to slip away from Roman, who currently was rambling on about my 'delicate beauty'.
...So help me Mother Russia.
Vlad interjected, but not in the way I had expected. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.
"Back off Roman, she's mine." Vlad hissed, pushing him backwards.
"Хорошо, всем уважением Владимир..." (Alright, all due respect Vladimir.) Roman sighed. "She IS a little young for me..."
"What?" Mother Russia I was so confused right now...
"He's 25..." Nikolai sighed, ushering us all inside.
"You're lying." I scoffed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. First off, I probably just met the biggest pedo in existence, and secondly, one of my closest friends was acting like we were dating, for the second time. Roman frowned, taking his birth certificate from his pocket.
YOU ARE READING
Bloodstains and Betrayal
AdventureI had blood on my hands when I was 15. I've killed hundreds. I've been to hell and back. It's all because of... Well, if I told you that now, this wouldn't be much of a story now would it?
