Lost

Warm

Ivan grabbed his pipe and put the old man in a funeral type position. He closed the old man's eyes and laid a sunflower down in his folded hands. Ivan reached out for my hand and lead me out of the house. That's when I realized that Ivan walked all this way. My clothes I took from Ivan were hidden in the old man's house, so Ivan held me and tucked me under his coat.

When we got to his home, I didn't move. I knew what was down in that basement. Ivan came over and sat me down.

"Ruby...down in the basement..."

I stared at him. I was scared and he knew it.

"Listen... I have known you for longer than you think."

I looked at him. What did he mean? I only met him, what was it, yesterday? He was telling me he knew me longer than that?

"When you were younger, I baby sat you. You're parents were friends of mine. They were apart of my...cult. They wanted to gain immortality, and the only way was to sacrifice a pure child. One that came from members of the cult. I watched you grow up, and I fell in love with you. When you turned around 4, I didn't want to bear the thought I had to sacrifice you, so I erased my self from your memory. Your parents were desperate, but I watched over you from a distance.

"I made sure your parents didn't harm you, until you turned 25"

25? My 25th birthday was a day before I was kidnapped. I couldn't believe this.

"I don't want to hurt you. And I know that pure usually means a virgin, which you are not, but in this case it means you had to be birthed from a member. I want to save you. The only way to save you is..."

He didn't finish. His eyes went blank and his face went into a light red. I looked at him confused. I wanted to be saved. Whatever the cost I didn't want to be sacrificed to Satan any day.

"Y-you must become one with Russia."

My face turned the deepest color of red. What? Some sacred rule? Was there another way? As much as the thought of Russia having sex with me made me happy, there must be another way.

"Is there another way!?" I said. He shook his head. He then handed me a paper.

At midnight, two weeks after our daughter's birthday, if she is still pure, you must sacrifice her.

~ k and h

I looked at the clock. 11:00!! Midnight was nearly there. I didn't have a choice. Why? Why does this happen to me? What makes me special? A million questions ran through my head. Russia coughed and I looked over. I suppose we better get started.