Heart Don't Fail Me Now || Anya/Anastasia

02

Keys; H/C = Hair Colour

❄️Anya.❄️

"-Hello?" The girl in the doorway repeated. She sounded shaken up, and Y/N couldn't help but feel the slightest sympathy. So, she stood up.

The girl in the doorway let out a gasp out of alarm, "I'm looking for someone called Dmitri." She quickly said, looking around the room.

Y/N gestured to where he was hiding, and he stood up with a quiet sigh, brushing himself off, "That's me."

"I need exit papers," she walked towards him. "And I was told that you were the only person that could help me."

He raised an eyebrow at her, "Exit papers are expensive." He sat back down, and Vlad eventually crawled out as well.

"I know, I know." She quickly said. "I can pay, I promise."

"What do you even do, then?"

"..I'm a street sweeper." She quietly said, earning snickers from the three of them.

"Really, now?" Y/N tilted her head, an amused look on her face.

"W-well that's not it," she was flustered, embarrassed. She continued naming a few jobs, until Y/N finally stopped her, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for her yet again,

"Are you running from someone?" The girl questioned, leaning up against the wall.

"Oh, no!" She shook her head, turning towards Y/N, "I'm running towards someone."

"Well, they can't be that important." Dmitri said.

"But it is - why can't you understand!" she ran her fingers through her hair nervously, when she suddenly stopped, taking in the view around her, "I-I've been in this room before."

This girl's crazy — mysterious. Y/N thought. But honestly, she was intrigued by her.. "What do you mean?"

"She's crazy." Dmitri laughed.

"I'm not crazy!" She yelped, glaring at him. "T-there was a play — there were people.. dancing.."

"Here, why don't you sit down," Vlad pulled out a chair and guided her over to it.

"I swear, this all seems so familiar," she muttered under her breath, but it was still audible. "You don't think I'm crazy, right?" She looked at Vlad and then Y/N.

"Oh, no." Y/N shook her head. "I don't. Memories can be sort of.. foggy sometimes."

The girl gave Y/N a small smile, then turned towards Vlad, "No, no." He quickly said. It was easy for Y/N to tell that he was lying, but the girl seemed to believe it and nodded, "Thank you."

"Uh - yeah no problem!" Vlad said, "Well, my name's Vlad," he gave a bow, tipping his hat. "That's Y/N," he gestured towards the H/C headed girl in the corner, "And that's Dmitri," he directed his gaze to her, "And who are you?"

"I.. don't know."

"What?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together.

"How is that even possible?" Dmitri looked completely confused.

"No, no-" She quickly said. "You misunderstood."

"How?" Y/N tilted her head, "You said you didn't know your name-"

"I know what I said!" She huffed, "but that's not what I meant. The doctors gave me a name — Anya."

"Well Anya, how don't you know your name?" The other girl questioned, still confused.

"The doctors said I had amnesia," Anya explained, looking up at the three.

"And why are you telling us this?" Y/N hummed.

"I..," Anya bit her lip. "I don't know. You all just seem familiar I guess. Especially you.. Y/N, right?"

"Mhmm. That's me." She placed her hand at her hip, looking at Anya suspiciously.

"I'm sorry if I sound weird." She quickly said, "I didn't mean to alarm you."

"Oh no, you're fine.. Anya."

She nodded slightly, then directed her attention back to Dmitri. "A-anyways-"

"Look, Anya, I don't know." He crossed his arms, "you seem like an alright person, but I just can't.. automatically trust you."

"No, you don't know what I've been through," she begged. "Please, oh please.."

"We don't know you," Y/N started, "I'm sorry but-"

"PLEASE!" Anya yelped, hot tears stung at her eyes. "Someone's waiting for me — in Paris — I just know it," She fiddled with her necklace, "See? The doctors said I had this on when they found me."

Y/N approached her then examined the necklace hooked around Anya's neck with curiosity that seemed to grow every minute. She glanced at Dmitri, waiting for his response. She wasn't going to lead Anya on,

"Alright." And that's when an idea struck Dmitri, and a grin played at his lips, "Maybe we can help you, just so happens we were going to Paris ourselves.

Vlad and Y/N looked at him with questioning expressions, but he just held his finger up to his lips.

"Really?" Anya yipped.