Spyder Dragan Milo 2nd July 1765
Octavia Zorina Radmilla 2nd July 1765
Octavia was a higher class than Spyder and her parents did not approve of their wedding. Trudging out into the snow of the Russian mountains, the two were determined to marry. Her sister had told the two of a place far off in the north where they couldn't be disturbed. Spyder pulled Octavia close to him, keeping her warm.
"This is it my dear, we shall be wed and we'll have many children and I shall work for our money and buy you a castle"
He grinned and she simply laughed, her hand batting his arm a little as she spoke.
"oh Spyder, you are so silly"
Her hand trailed over her belly, she didn't want to say anything about what was already growing inside her, afraid she might jinx it but oh she knew how excited he would be. As they reached the temple, but it wasn't as described, it was a place of dark magic and horrors beyond imagination. Octavia was simply terrified, her grip tightening on her lover.
"Spyder I don't think I like this"
"moya lyubov' " he whispered "I will always protect you, I will always be with you"
A woman in black approached, her frail hands grabbing the hands of the lover's in her own. She began to chant in Russian, though she let go of the couple, her chanting continued, echoing the room. Spyder gripped Octavia a little closer, they didn't say a word but suddenly the old woman stopped.
"One of you, is not being truthful"
Her raspy voice called out. Octavia's hand went to her stomach, how did she know? Octavia began to speak but the woman silenced her. A long boney finger hit Spyder hard in the chest making him step back but his grip didn't release on Octavia as the woman hissed her words.
"You... are not truthful"
Octavia let go, Spyder's mouth dropped open. She snapped to her lover, bombarding him with questions as to what this woman was talking about. Spyder had no idea, confusion written across his face as he stammered a little and stepped back once more. He was an honest man but this woman made him doubt even himself and he suddenly snapped at the old lady.
"I swear, I have done nothing!"
It wasn't the old lady that Octavia was angry at though, her fury aimed at the male as though she were under a spell. The old woman smirked and stepped away, allowing Octavia closer to Spyder. She drew her hand and slapped him straight across the face before walking out of the room, leaving him to chase her. He called for her but the blackened hallways made it impossible to find her.
"No matter how hard you look"
"OCTAVIA!"
"One of you will run from the other"
"Spyder?..."
"Every time you find each other"
"Octavia! I'm coming!"
"I shall tear you from this life"
"Spyder? Where are you?!"
"A curse, never to be lifted"
"OCTAVIA!"
Spyder fell to the ground, his body twisting and contorting as though something attempted to take over it, the dark that surrounded him, swallowing him whole. The old woman seemed to laugh in his ear, it had been a trap, this whole thing a ploy to destroy the couple.
Octavia dropped to her knees, her hand over her stomach as pain pulled through her abdomen. She looked down at her shaking hand and the blood that covered it she whined she and called out, pleading and begging but no one could hear her. As her eyes rolled her back and body fell limp she heard a faint voice.
"I will always find you"
Spyder Dragan Milo 2nd July 1765-20th June 1784
Octavia Zorina Radmilla 16th October 1765-20th June 1784
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Bleak Hearts
RomanceRussia... that is where everything started. The perfect snow in winter, the perfect house that kept you warm and cosy, and for Octavia Zorina Radmilla it was the only real home she had even known. She was only sixteen but in 1784 many people were al...
