Alone Again

I sighed; what was I going to do if she found out about my little problem? That would be so bad...it was all because of Ivan. He was long dead by now; I was glad. With him, I wasn't reminded of what I had done or what I had become at such a young age. I shivered. I could feel her watchful eyes on me. I looked down at Antonio, and he smiled sleepily up at me.

"When I was human I was a pilot in the air force," I started. "It was during the Cold War. England was helping the U.S. but there was this one general, Ivan Braginsky. He was Russian and was known for torturing his prey before killing it; no one made it out alive unless he wanted them to. I was flying into Russian air space when suddenly I got a commission and threw my head set I herd a voice. It was thick with a Russian accent.

'land in 15 miles unless you want your crew to die' it said I had 15 miles to think what should I do but the voice kept speaking talking about the weather and how he personally hated cold weather and how he like sunflowers.' I paused

' I think that's what made me want to continue who ever the voice was it sounded so calm and childish, nice almost. I didn't know that the person talking to me was Ivan himself. So I flew the 15 miles he had my men I couldn't see any of them in the air. I was so afraid but the Russian voice just kept talking and talking about nothing important.

So I landed and was met by a boy only a few years my senior. He was accompanied by a girl in what looked to be a maid’s outfit. I looked at them and opened my mouth to speak only to be cut off by the boy ' Zdravstvujtye' he said happily giving a small smile it seemed so fake though like an act he put on 'time to go to sleep, Da?' then it went black when I woke up I was in a room that stunk  of death but I couldn't see I felt hands on my face pulling my chin up and into a kiss I struggled agents this apposing force but his grip only tightened to were I started to cry the blind fold was yanked off and I was looking into the face of that boy 'Zdravstvujtye' he said 'why are you crying my little rabbit?' he asked I couldn't answer I was shaking 'here look around' he said making me look around what I say only made me cry harder my crew hung on the wall. he picked me up and forced me face to face with a lifeless figure 'no-no please stop' I choked out he stuffed my mouth with the rotting flesh and forced me to chew it tasted disgusting I wanted to throw up but he wouldn't let me

'Come rabbit eat it' he would whisper softly into my ear forcing another mouthful into my mouth after a while I zoned out I did what he wanted I eat the corpses of the humans that I once knew I drank there blood I was disgusting.

Every night he would force me to have sex with him told me I was a good little rabbit and he would stoke me face. I gave in to him let him brake me make me his little doll and after a while I didn't think anything about it when he would hand me an arm or just a piece of meat when he would hand me a cup with a thick red liquid in it. I gave in; I made my self believe that I truly did love him and that he loves me but now when I think about it after he is dead. Was I just a game to him something to do when he got bored? Even now I can’t help think about him. At the end, the end of the war when he became more violent and would hurt me more often, I started to wake up but after he would hit me or make me have love with him he would say he was sorry and that he didn't mean to. I forgave him just like that, I would kiss he nose and tell him that it was alright, and he would smile a real smile not one of those petty fake smiles he used to give then he would whisper softly into my ear that he loved me and he never wanted me to leave. But one day 2 people showed up at our house a red head and a boy with brown wavy hair and a sheep they looked at me and smiled and suddenly I was afraid again Ivan came up behind me and put an arm protectively around me.

'Ivan I think you know why we are here' the red head said I backed up into Ivan clutching his shirt he whispered to me 'its OK little rabbit' I had looked at him and smiled 'no I don't believe I do' he said the red head frowned 'we need to change the boy' the red head said 'no Ryan' Ivan said I looked at him 'c-change?' I asked shakily I held on to Ivan for dear life. I was shaking and Ivan brought me to his chest and stoked my hair softly.