Walking through Russia in the middle of winter is not something I would wish on anyone. Especially when you have no one to talk to.
The wind whistled as I trudged alongside Dimitri, silently wallowing in pain. Ever injury I had received over the past weeks ripped through me with fresh pain. Not a pleasant experience, may I add.
We hadn't talked since yesterday, when he had learned of Erik. No talking, no questions, this morning he had just thrown my stuff at me and walked out the door. I don't know weather is deserved it or not, it was him who walked out on our relationship, but there were more important things to worry about.
Omsk was only an hour away, but the snow had slowed us down. No cars traveled on the road we were on, and I doubt any ever had. It was deserted.
The wind picked up as we were traveling, drowning out the silence. Dimitri face was rock hard, unmoving. Masked. His hands never left his sides, unlike mine, which were bundled up by my chest to keep warm. My shoes dug into the ground beside his with ever step, and I dared myself to speak.
"His name is Erik." Dimitri turned to look at me, his eyes glossed over.
"Your son. I just thought you'd want to know." He didn't speak.
"He just turned two. November 17th, to be exact, so not long ago. " He turned away, and a tear rolled down my face, " I'm sorry, I'll go back to not talking. "
He didn't say anything , and I guess I didn't expect him to. The road wound some more before civilization finally came in sight. We had finally reached the end of our captors maze.
Omsk was dimly light in the new night sky, and it seemed like Heaven. We traveled through the outskirts of the city, occasionally seeing another person walking down the streets.
I felt pain from my wounds as we moved on, and it was worse this time. But, I stayed silent as a new dampness started to spread through my jacket, blood.
Baia was a ways outside of the city, but it felt like only as short while, and then we were there. The district that Dimitri's family was in held no light as we approched. Apparently, we had been travelling longer than I had thought.
The sleeping neighborhood seemed peaceful, unharmed. I let Dimitri lead us to his home, at the end of a long street in the dhampir area. The whole family must have gone to bed, since no lights shone through the windows of the house.
The front porch was small and creaked, as Dimitri let himself in, the door unlocked. The house was still as we entered, and I saw Dimitri's eyes brighten at the sight of his childhood home. He hadn't been back in years.
The house was familiar to me, I brought Erik here over the years for passed holidays and such. We dropped what little we had in the small living area, and Dimitri went along silently to explore the rest of the house.
I finally had privacy as I slowly moved to stand by one of the couches. It hurt as I unzipped my jacket and I was surprised I lasted so long walking. I reached inside, feeling wetness as I pulled back a red hand.
I suppose I was thankfully Dimitri hadn't taken off my shirt to look at my wonds, or he would have not let me walk to Baia at all.
Just on the left side of my chest was a large wound mad during my torture by the strigoi. It was the worst one. It had not really healed, and the agony endured from it was terrible. I brought my hand over to cover it as I sat on the side of the couch, feeling faint.
Most of my shirt had been soaked in blood, and with all my strength, I took off my layers and layed down on the couch. My breathing sped up as the pain lulled me to sleep and I saw through blurred vision as someone entered the room.
"Roza, what did you do?" I heard someone gasp as I closed my eyes, again.
