"Sounds like your type." She wasn't being all that sarcastic when she said it. "Do you like him?" It seemed like a pretty basic question.
"Well...it's kind of hard not to. He kept me from getting murdered by a sleepwalker, he dressed my wound, he's hot and...god he's hot." I gushed and gave the ceiling a pained look. Great job Sophia; find the most perfect guy ever on a two month vacation in Russia.
I eventually found myself close to my room. I rounded the corner and found two young boys peeking into my room.
"Hey!" I exclaimed and gave them a look of disbelief. Their heads snapped to me, fear filling their wide eyes before they sprinted down the hall.
"What?" My mom asked after their footsteps couldn't be heard anymore.
"These two kids were trying to break into my room." I told her and then opened the door. "I'm gonna have to call you back later, mom." I told her as I spotted another Russian oddity in my room. We said our goodbyes and I hung up, shoving my phone in the pocked of my pajama pants.
I stared for a moment at the weird guy from earlier, who was now sprawled out on my bed. Knowing no one would believe that this really happened I slid my camera out of one of my bags and snapped a picture before approaching my bed. I cleared my throat, but there was no difference in his slow breathing. I cautiously poked his shoulder. Still nothing.
I shook him a bit and waited as he stirred.
"Uhodit'" He grumbled and then turned his head away.
"Excuse me?" I asked patiently.
He let out a breath. "Means go away, Snezhinka." He said in a rude tone of voice and made no effort to move. I really wish I knew Russian.
"Get out of my bed." I said slowly and clearly. He turned his head again and opened his eyes. They were the color of hot chocolate. "And what did you just call me?" He smiled sleepily at me.
"Snowflake; Viktor says they stick to your eyelashes. Thinks it's...uh...cute?" I wondered if he was ever going to speak in full sentences. He doesn't seem to know English as well as the others.
I blushed and looked away. He patted my warm cheek and handed me Viktor's coat.
"Take it to his room. It's by bathroom." He told me and then rolled onto his side. Well, it doesn't look like I'm getting my bed back any time soon.
"Can I at least know the name of the random person sleeping in my bed?" I questioned.
"Filat." He answered and after making a sound of recognition I left.
YOU ARE READING
The Cold North
WerewolfSophia Rainsford is sent with two friends to spend a few months in Russia with her aunt and uncle. A nice relaxing winter after finishing high school was all she had expected out of the trip. She was not aware that her aunt and uncle were housing fi...
