Fate's Bite: A Vampire Hetalia Story

Ivan: 14

Days passed.

As promised I'm not allowed to leave the estate.

It's comforting knowing that Ivan is looking out for me, even if it's expressed in this way.

The others are still curious about the other day but he hasn't told a single one what the hunter's true motives were.

I found myself wondering about Ivan more.

About our strange relationship.

Were we friends?

I realized I knew nothing about him.

Determined, I found him alone in a room.

Ivan: _. I didn't expect to see you.

I stepped further inside, taking a seat next to him.

Ivan: Is there something you need?

I sighed. It seemed endless, the things I wanted.

Reader: There's many things I want to know, but first, I just want you to be more open with me.

His eyes widened slightly.

Ivan: O-open? I thought we were.

Reader: I'm just trying to understand you better. Not that long ago, when we found the dead bird, you slammed your fist on the table then left in a hurry.

His smile twitched.

Ivan: When I get upset it's better that I leave the situation to cool down.

Reader: I couldn't help but think...what had happened that caused him to get so upset? What could make Ivan act in such a way?

Reader: If I'm supposed to be this, this 'Fated Gift', your soulmate--

A chuckle escaped his lips, smile widening.

It was apparent to me then that he didn't believe me to be their chosen one.

What was this all for then?

I realized that even I didn't believe that I was special.

Reader: I wanted to be though.

He turned, quizzical.

Ivan: What?

Reader: Despite not knowing all the details, I thought I wanted to become the Fated Gift.

Reader: I thought as your soulmate we'd be closer than ever and I'd finally know the true you.

He was silent.

This is it then.

I've done all I can do.

If he won't tell me what I need to know, I'll never become their Gift.

I'll be tossed out, if not killed on the spot.

A shiver raced down my spine, shuddering.

No.

Ivan wouldn't let that happen.

Right?

Ivan: I was always an outcast, you know.

Reader: What?

Ivan: When I was a child, I would play by myself in the woods.

Ivan: One day I found a poor rabbit, its leg bleeding.

Ivan: I thought an adult would help, but when they saw the blood on my hands, their faces paled.

All while he was talking he wore a smile, yet its tightness revealed his true, hidden emotions.

I warily reached out, placing a hand on his arm.

He flinched slightly, stiff before finally relaxing.

Ivan: Ever since then I've been even more alone. Everyone thinks of me as a killer, when all I do is care about life.

Reader: Oh Ivan, I didn't know.

That must have been terrible, to be all alone with everyone afraid of you.

I can't help feeling immeasurably guilty for ever thinking he was violent.

Reader: Ivan I'm so sorry.

Ivan: Sorry? What for?

Reader: I might have had similar thoughts to those who were mean towards you.

His smile softened.

Ivan: I don't blame you.

Reader: Well you should!

Ivan: _?

I let out a sigh, realizing that my hand was still on his arm.

I slowly retracted my hand, folding them in my lap.

Reader: You shouldn't be so accepting of how everyone treats you. You deserve more.

Ivan: _...Thank you.

I smiled, trying to ignore the heat spreading across my cheeks.