❝ You're a hard one to crack aren't you, Miss. Romanoff? ❞
❝ I don't do friends, much less love. ❞
❝ Well, there's a first for everything. ❞
in which a dead vampire teaches natalia romanovna how to live.
[ pre-mcu ]
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"WHATALOVELYLITTLETHINGYOUARE."
She is sitting with her head in her hands, blood dripping from her nails like tears onto the cold frigid floor.
He is hesitant, slow steps and slow hands when approaching the girl. Though you'd be a fool to think it was for her sake. The silence around them revels deep in his ancient bones, and the aroma of fear awakens a feral hunger.
"Lovely," She spits. Her red hair swishes as she shakes her head. Her grin is that of a winner, yet her eyes glitter in the moonlight. "You're mistaken. Lovely is for roses and lilies, for sunshine and blue skies. Not for girls with black souls and red on their clothes."
His cackle startles the red headed girl. It sounds like a bullet - sudden, swift, and deadly. Amusement paints his dark features, and the creature moves to sit down.
"Still," He breathes, resting his unruly black hair against the wall. "Lovely, like screams and wails, like fire spreading, like the lonely moon at twilight."
She notices for the first time the serene smile that envelopes his entire being. He does not seem like her enemy, but with a heavy sigh that weighed broken hearts and solemn cries, her green eyes strung themselves to stare at her mistake in the making.
Madame B always said to treat emotions like Americans. Kill them before they kill you.
She was sure that the conversation they were having was inappropriate - punishable by a whip and deadly extraction tools - but with the way he was looking at her, Natasha would've been ready to risk it all.
"It gets better," He says. The night surrounds him like a cape, the only thing bright being his perceptive icy blue eyes.
"Tomorrow the sun will rise and your troubles will become little specks of dust, Natalia. Rest, I'll chase the away the bad dreams if they come to get you."
For a moment, she is back to being a girl of 3 years, grasping the teddy bear she always sleeps with. "You promise?" She asks, staring at the man intently.
