Bloodstains and Betrayal

Febuary 20th 1850: Vorkuta Russia

Fulfilling the legacy of another is tough, especially when you have your own problems... But it had to be done.

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I was still lost deep in a coma. I don't know how long it's been. All I saw was black, and I felt as if I was paralyzed. All I had were my own thoughts to entertain myself. I'm pretty sure I'm dead. But a small part of me still believes I'm alive, and there's hope I could still wake up from all of this. But until then, I'd stay here. Remembering... Every last detail of my life that I only want to end.

-TIMESKIP

*As told by Arkadi

She still hadn't woken up. We've waited for two days now, but she still won't come around...

We managed to make it back to Roman's house on horseback, stolen horses, that is. (What? It's my specialty. I am a deceptionist aren't I?)

...Anyways, we're somewhere safe, and I guess that's what counts.

I sat with Lukas and Vlad on the front porch, a steady fall of snow draping onto my cloak. They both looked pretty distraught about the entire situation, but they tried their best to hide it. I was just really good at reading emotions I guess.

"I'm hungry..." I stated bluntly, in miserable attempt to create conversation.

By some miracle, it actually worked. And I'd be a damn liar if I said I could've guessed what I had just started.

"Well, Sabrina's making dinner for us. It should be ready in a few." Vlad sighed, catching a couple snowflakes on his hidden blade.

"Who?"

"Roman's wife."

"WHAT!?" Lukas and I simultaneously shouted. "He has a WIFE!?"

"Well yeah..." Vlad laughed, as if we should know this already.

"You're lying." I scoffed. "There's no way Roman has a w-"

"Wife?" A feminine voice finished for me. I spun around in my chair, only to see... Well, Roman's wife. She had long dirty blonde hair that flowed gently to her waist, and dazzling hazel eyes. Mother of Russia, what the hell am I saying?

"Holy Mother of Russia." I blurted, looking back to Lukas, who looked as shocked as I did. "DAMN You're hot..."

"Thanks...?" She laughed, rubbing the back of her neck. "Dinner's ready..."

"Is it?" Roman's voice echoed, appearing behind Sabrina. "Thanks baby." He smirked, hugging her around her waist.

"Roman. Not out here... Please." Vlad groaned, standing up. "Can we just go inside?"

"Killjoy..." Roman muttered, ushering us all into the house. I filed in behind Lukas, winking slightly at Sabrina.

SLAP.

"Alight, alright... I got it, you're married. No damn reason to slap me in the face." I grunted, holding the side of my face. We walked down the hallway, and I noticed Vlad glance into Madie's room as we did so.

"She'll be okay..." I said, trying to reassure him, even if we weren't the best of friends.

"I don't need your sympathy." He choked, pushing infront of me. I just sighed, taking a chair at the table. Sabrina had prepared Pelmeni, a Russian dish similar to ravioli. I shoveled it into my mouth, glancing over at Lukas, who still hadn't touched his plate.

"You okay buddy?" I said, mouth full. I don't even know why I asked. I knew he wasn't.

He just shook his head, staring at his fork. I couldn't understand how he felt. By the way he used to tell me stories about her, they were really good friends. Best friends. She used to be all he ever talked about. And it's torn him apart.