We 7 Forever

Chapter 43:Nicholas

Above:Nicholas,His wife, And son

I swallow, My Adam's Apple hitting against the blade of the knife slightly. "Who are you? Who are you really?" I ask putting my hands up in surrender, Praying that I didn't get this far just to be killed by some crazed woman. "My name is frauline Ada Muller," A German I think to myself, Hatred against me because the allies won the war perhaps. Or maybe another more personal reason. "I am a Bolshevik, There was an order to kill just the boy, But they failed in that to I suppose." She gives out an annoyed sigh thinking about how my entire family was gone before me. "I thought you should die too, Bloody Nicholas." She snarls snd makes me stand up pressing the knife against my throat. "You killed my brother, My husband, My father, Now it's your turn." She took the knife off my throat for a moment and I seized my chance. I took hold of her arm and turned it quickly, She let out a cry of pain and dropped the knife, Holding onto her arm which I quickly picked up off the ground. Pressing her up against the wall I asked, "What did I do so horribly wrong?" I asked gently, I didn't care she had threatened my life, She was still a human. "You killed them all." She spits in my face and I reel back as she races out the door loosened from my grip. She would be back, I knew she would be. That type of person doesn't give up that easily, Not a person that consumed by anger and depression. I quickly shut the door locking it, As I fall into the bunk my head aching with exhaustion of what had just happened, Last night, And today. Memories filled my brain with my childhood and family.
I watched as the girls played in the waves with Alexei playing in the surf with his boatswain, A sunny day in Crimea just what we wanted, what we needed in these tense times. 1913 was the year trouble was beginning to brew in Germany. But everything seemed so perfect in Crimea. I watched as Nastya took a pail of water and dumped it on Olyas head leaving her drenched. "Nastya! I will get you for that!" Ol ya smiled while Nastya ran down the surf laughing. I let a smile grow on my face as I watched everything seemed so perfect, So calm and natural. I looked to my life and of course Alix was by my side also smiling at the girls. I took her hand in mine, She was worried about all the tension with Germany. "Do not worry my love, It will all work it out." I say soothingly in French as I lay back on the blanket, Letting the sun warm my skin and listening to the laughter of the children and the warmth of Alix's hand in mine.
I wake to the blaring of the horn and the sun setting on the horizon, I didn't know where we were but I knew we had to leave, That woman would be back for more. And soon. I got up and carefully packed my few things into my jacket pockets as I went to Anna's room to fetch her. I knock on the door rapidly "What is it Nikki?" She asks holding a shawl around her. "There is danger here, I am afraid we must leave." I say simply. "Danger? That woman? You brought her here yourself." She says angrily. "Please, Get your things and lets go, I don't want to be here." I say and walk out to the deck to wait for her and a short while later she is waiting with me for them to lower the gangplanks to shore. "I don't like this. Where even are we?" She asks looking at the little town in front of us. "I don't know, But it should take us away from danger." She turns her head to me and says; "There is always danger, You have known that since the minute you were born and know that now." Then turns her head away and starts walking down the gangplank with me following close behind. As we get into the small town we find an inn that looks respectable for the night called "The Calvary" We walk inside and find it mostly empty and I duck my face down to hid my identity. Two rooms please, I say trying to make my voice change, But it instead it reminded me of my brother George who always made me laugh and Nastya, Our little imp. "And please tell us where we are." Anna says politely "Tol'yatti." The inn keeper days gruffly handing us two keys. We had already been out of Perm where my brother Mikhail was being kept, Or was I suppose. I don't really know what's happened to him. I think as I walk upstairs to my room, Finding a woman inside.