Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

Empty nest

Victor Nikiforov

There are times in a man's life when he realises just how dissapointing he really is. This is one of those times. The colonies walls have only been surrounding me for about a month and I can already feel myself loosing sanity. I can't do this anymore. When I came here I came with the intention to stay however long it took to get what I needed.

Now I so badly want to get out not only because this place revives awful memories, and because I have to sleep on a stone floor wearing the same clothes I came in, and because my wrists are going green from the shackles, and because rather than Yakov's slave I've become Kolyas punching bag.

If it was only that maybe I could manage.

I miss Yuri. That's what's really eating me from the inside out. 

I'm afraid too, I'm afraid to think what his reaction was after seeing that evil letter I left behind. I haven't gotten any sleep because of it, my mind wanders to dangerous places when my eyes are closed.

Out of boredom I switch my position, leaving my back against the cold unforgiving floor and resting my straightened legs against the stone wall.

They took my shoes and socks. The sight of my feet is so terrible I almost feel sick. The blackness of them would make anyone think I've been dancing in soot. They're so filthy I'm even reluctant to pull out bits of rock and glass when they get stuck in my skin.

'Victor Nikiforov. Five time gold medalist, athlete of the year four times in a row, 2014's hottest vampire; now has black feet, smells like an American gym locker, has furry textured teeth, disastrous hair and blood stained clothes' That'll make an interesting headline for sure.

Just as I start to enthiusastically twinkle my toes like the insane person that I've become the painful grind of my rusted cell door breaks my peaceful scilence.

"You look like a child"

"Problem?" I say flatly. Responding to the heartless voice that could only belong to everyone's favourite person;  Kolya Nikiforov.

"Yes. You're an S-class vampire, and grown man" I can almost hear him crossing his arms, I don't need to see him to picture the folds in his immaculate and expensive black suit jacket as he does so.

"I don't care about titles. I know a guy that does and he's an asshole"

"Shut up" a shoe presses into my shoulder and after all I've endured here it doesn't even hurt a little.

"You started this conversation. What do you want anyway?" I cast my eyes up and frown at him, now that I can see him he looks less irritated that I imagined and his eyes are the only thing lighting up this dark room.

"Get up, you're going home" the weight of his foot comes off me and a whole other weight falls on me, one of  shock and confusion.

"What?" Kolya huffs and grabs my collar, pulling me to my feet rather harshly.

"Let's go" his pale, unscathed hand, takes hold of my chain and drags my unresponsive body out of my cell.

"Why so fast?" Truely I shouldn't be digging a hole for myself, I should be elated that I can finally get out of here. However this is all a little too fishy.