Rain; how Cliche—Alexsei

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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It was raining outside. The ground was now covered in a film of mud as Anastasia trekked through the abandoned buildings. She hadn’t the slightest clue how long she had been there, but she hadn’t stopped crying. The rain had washed away some of the blood, but it still stained her clothes and was all over her hands. For the most part she had just been in the building where it had happened, lying with her dead friend. After what seemed to be days—but had really been the span of three hours—she’d finally pulled herself out of her own pit of sorrow and walked outside, into the rain that had seemed to have started with her tears. She’d pushed through the mud and sifted through the other buildings until she’d found herself a tarp. It had holes in it and the edges were frayed, but it was good enough. After bringing it back to the building, she’d wrapped Kyla’s body in it, and now she was dragging it outside in the rain.

Anastasia didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t take Kyla anywhere. She couldn’t even tell her parents what had happened. With the shifting before she died, the fatal wound was contorted and hard to identify, but there would be some form of autopsy and then they’d all find out that there was something wrong with Kyla. But Anastasia couldn’t leave her there to be picked apart by foxes or birds or whatever else roamed around. . . . So, grief-stricken Anastasia had decided to bury her there. Kyla was bigger than Anastasia—most people were—but she found no problems carrying her; it looked awkward, though, like a small child carrying a teddy bear twice their size, but she was managing. After walking for several minutes, Anastasia gently set down her dead friend and kneeled down in the mud. Kyla deserved a better burial than this, but it was all she would get. She couldn’t drag Kyla to a graveyard without being caught and arrested, and this was all she could do.

What would Kyla’s parents do when Kyla stopped calling or visiting? Kyla hadn’t exactly been the perfect daughter, but they would miss her and realize something was wrong. Anastasia would have to deal with that later. Maybe the Novosi would. Anastasia didn’t care. Mud started to cake her hands as she robotically dug at the ground, tears falling down her cheeks and her long blonde hair matted to her head as it grew more soaked the longer she stayed out in the rain. As she dug, it just got worse and worse and the tears continued to flow, and she started to choke back sobs. Anastasia had never felt so alone in her life. Why had they all left her? Jack had left. Daktari had been killed. Zakhar was killed. The family had moved back to Russia. Trey had left her. Urjasz had run off, and now Kyla was dead. She was a pox on her own life, driving everyone away or getting them killed. Daktari was the only one she wouldn’t miss. But even her abusive sire was better than this impending loneliness.

Finally, after only getting about a foot dug up in a small half-foot circle, Anastasia turned and lied atop the covered form of Kyla and for the tenth time that night, started to cry. The rain and the mud and the blood and the scent of her friend covered up everything else in the world, and the slow pitter patter of rain and the muffled wails of her own sorry made it hard to hear the footsteps approaching her. At that point in time, she probably wouldn’t have cared that much anyway.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 622
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER So very sad. XD
---------COSTAR Alexei
---------WARDROBE Here
---------STAGE Abandoned buildings. In the mud.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

In here sorrow and because of the rain. She probably had not noticed the figure that had been watching her from the shadows. Which was the way Alek liked it. He began to make his way towards her she was doing something weird with a body probably trying to get rid of it. Alek drew his sidearm. A Black Smith & Wesson Model 500 Magnum. Black so that it didn't reflect light and draw attention and the caliber was .50 Alek believed a high caliber was necessary for taking down immortals without the use of silver bullets since he couldn't handle silver.

Alek was standing directly above the girl now. He smirked and aimed the gun at the back of her head. A sound caught his attention. He had not heard it because of the rain but now that he was this close. Crying, she was crying. He frowned but kept the gun trained on his target. "Why for tears?" he asked not sure why he was curious. He had thought she made the kill and was trying to hide the evidence perhaps she accidentally killed a friend. If that was the case it was even more so a reason to kill her here and now. The ones that couldn't control themselves where the most dangerous.

"Tch....Move!" he stated as he pressed the gun against her for head urging her away from the body. When she backed up he would examine the body briefly. The wounds they weren't caused by teeth or claws. What was more this body, it was tainted. She wasn't human she was a Were as well. Alek shifted his gaze back to the live one gun still trained on her form and finger still on the trigger ready to fire. "you not kill her? is' okay she in better place, you join her soon yeah?" he stated as he increased the pressure on the trigger. There was a long pause as if time stopped. Everything was quiet, there was no loud bang no nothing happened because he for some reason didn't pull the trigger.

"You want bury friend yes? I help you, but we make 2 holes" He stated as he put his weapon away. He wasn't worried he was larger than the other were. If it came down to it he could probably handle here without the weapon. Alek just wasn't a fan of taking stupid risks. Helping his target bury a body wasn't stupid right?

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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“Why for tears?”

Anastasia gasped loudly and whirled around, one hand over her chest on the other over her friend, pressed against the ground as if she was trying to shield her already-dead friend. Standing over her was a man, but even through the rain she could tell that he wasn’t human. She was rather in-tune to the other creatures of the night. She had been caught up in her own little pity-party and hadn’t noticed him until he had spoke. She just stared up at him shock for a moment, and then he told her to move and the gun was shoved closer to her. She whimpered quietly and hesitated for but a moment, not wanting to leave her best friend. However, the gun was very persuading. She shuffled sideways, dragging herself through the mud and making it more caked to her clothes, but at this point she didn’t care. The man examined the body for a minute, and then turned to her to speak again. “You not kill her? Is' okay she in better place, you join her soon yeah?”

Her red-violet eyes widened. Broken English, Russian accent. . . he hadn’t been in America very long. There had been a time where Anastasia’s English had been that bad, but it had gotten much better after living there for a few years. The last part had hit her hard, though. “You join her soon.” He was going to kill her. She couldn’t imagine for what: she hadn’t said two words to the man and hadn’t ever seen him before. Had she maybe met him in Russia but couldn’t remember? No, she’d remember him. He didn’t seem like someone she would have forgotten. She heard the spring in the trigger creak and she closed her eyes, expecting to be shot, “Niet,” she muttered quietly in some sad attempt to connect with the man on any level. However, he didn’t shoot her, and after a few seconds of nothing but the sound of rainfall, she lifted her head to look at him.

“You want bury friend yes? I help you, but we make two holes,” the man offered her, putting his weapon away. Anastasia found that she was neither relieved nor disappointed that she hadn’t shot her. She didn’t have anything to live for at the moment, but how did she know if there was anything to die for? She was in limbo, and that was probably right where she deserved to be. Anastasia looked down slightly, then nodded her head. “Spa`sibo,” she muttered half-heartedly, working on habit now. “I didn’t kill her. . . a hunter did. But I couldn’t help. . . I might as well have. . . .” There was really no reason for her to tell this man anything, but she needed someone to talk to. She was vulnerable and miserable and alone. She was still speaking in Russian, still in some sad attempt to connect with him. She needed someone to connect to. As if he wasn’t there, she crawled back to the pathetic hole she’d been making and started to paw at it some more, pushing the mud and dirt into a pile.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 530
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alexei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Abandoned buildings.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek crawled into the hole besides here and began to dig. He couldn't help to think how much easier this would be if they had a shovel. Better yet if it wasn't raining they could burn the body. It was usually how he disposed of his kills. After a moment he stopped digging and looked at the girl. "Hunter kill your friend, and not you?" he inquired as the idea didn't make sense at least from his stand point as a hunter. Perhaps he was a bit more thorough than most but it would make sense if there are a pair of weres you would dispatch both.

He started digging again. After a while the hole was deep enough. It was also filling with water. A part of Alek regretted that this girl would have to be buried in such a place. He looked at the girl and nodded. "Is' deep enough" he stated as he climbed out of the hole and picked up the corpse. Then he waited for her to climb out of the whole as well. He didn't offer any assistance because after all he was not a gentle man. Once Ana was out of the hole he would carefully rest the body inside, then the rest would be up to her.

"You are from Russia yea? What is name?" he asked curiously. There were no shortage of Russian immigrants in New York, but Aleksei was not the social type. He was a loner. Born alone, and would die alone. He preferred it that way He couldn't risk infecting humans. That was what he father had taught him. The meaning of his existence was to protect humanity from those like himself.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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Anastasia was a little surprised that the man actually did get down to help her dig. It was an incredibly messy job with the mud, but she hadn’t been able to find a shovel. Granted, she hadn’t looked as hard as she could have, but all she wanted to do was find a way to deal with Kyla being dead, and this was how. “Hunter kill your friend, and not you?” he asked after a few minutes. Anastasia didn’t look up at him; she just kept digging. Mud clung to her fingers and under her nails, but she didn’t seem bothered. It might have been easier if she would shift to her alternate form and dig like a dog, but she couldn’t. “They thought I was human,” she muttered, remembering how they had mentioned something about her being Kyla’s human slave or something. It would have been an easy mistake to make with someone as docile as Anastasia.

It took a rather long time to get the hole dug, but eventually it was dug, and it was filling with water from the rain. Great. This was a horrible place to bury someone you cared about as deeply as Anastasia cared for her best friend, but it was all the options she had without outing to the world—well, her world—what they were. Anastasia nodded slightly when he asked if it was deep enough, and she followed his suit and climbed out of the little person-sized hole, scrambling a little bit as she was shorter than the hole was deep, but she managed on her own, not expecting any help from the man who had shown interest in killing her. She muttered another half-hearted thank-you when the man set Kyla inside the hole, and Anastasia remained on her knees as she started to push the mud they’d dug up back into the hole, fresh tears mixing with the rain that mercilessly pelted her and her. . . companion, if one could call him that.

The hole was filled and Kyla was now officially gone. Anastasia’s eyes were blood-shot and swollen from crying so much, and her face was red. She stayed on her knees, her head bowed in sorrow and respect, her shoulders shaking from her silent sobs. She didn’t care if this man was there watching her. She was stricken with grief and wanted nothing more than to bring Kyla back. “You are from Russia yea? What is name?” the man asked, breaking the silence. Anastasia didn’t look up as she answered, her voice heavy with tears. “Anastasia.” She stood up slightly and made some sad attempt to brush the mud from her jeans and shirts, but it was pretty much caked on there good. Head always hung, she faced the large man and brought her hands up, fidgeting with her fingers. Her hair was matted with rain and mud, and she looked even more pathetic standing there—not to mention she felt as pathetic as she looked.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 499
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alexei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Abandoned Buildings
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

“They thought I was human,” she said. Alek massaged his temples with his thumbs as he thought about it. The idea was absurd, but then again what could you expect from a human? She clearly was no where near being human. To make such a mistake was unfathomable to Alek, but he figured if it was easy for humans to to detect them then there would be a lot less immortals around, and there certainly would be no need for someone like him to exist anymore. He was a hunter that was not bound by the limitations of humans. He was stronger, faster, more versatile, and impossibly to kill without the use of silver or extreme trauma to the head.

Alek watched as she filled the hole. It really as a pathetic place to be buried. He hoped that when he died his killer would at least burn his body, the thought of decaying slowly in the earth becoming food for all matter of subterranean creatures sickened him. Once she was done he gave her a few minutes before he responded. After all she had just lost a friend. He wasn't heartless just practical. He knew what it felt like to lose someone. Alek removed his ratty, tattered excuse for a trench coat and draped in over her shoulders. It was warm and dry on the inside despite what it looked like on the out.

"Menya zavut Aleksei." He stated as he turned and began to walk away. "I not kill a human" he said as he as he waved his hand dismissively at her. He knew what was, his statement was the closest thing to saying he had changed his mind as he could without making Nikolai turn over in his grave. He'd probably turn over anyways. If he saw the Alek helping this monster dig a hole for her friend. He hated the rain and he was tired. He was gonna head back to the safe house and crash for a few days.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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Burning the body had not once crossed Anastasia’s mind. She wasn’t thinking all that clearly, and she wasn’t exactly used to burying her friends—or, really, dumping bodies. It might have helped if she’d had something to start a fire, too. Right then, she was fairly ready for this guy to kill her. She didn’t have any way to fight against him, and she was too worn out—mentally and physically—to run away. She figured she probably wouldn’t get very far, anyway. It was all just so not worth it. All she could see in her peripheral vision was the shifter moving, and she closed her eyes slightly, expecting to be struck down, but instead something heavy and warm fell across her shoulders. Anastasia looked up curiously fingered the hem of the coat for a second, trying to figure out what was going on. “Menya zavut Aleksei,” he introduced himself. Anastasia nodded. “I not kill a human.” He turned and started to walk away with that, and Anastasia stared after him, her mouth agape. Had he decided not to kill her? Was she really just that pathetic? Anastasia supposed that she should be happy about that. . . .

The jacket on her back was warm, and the inside dry. She was sopping and covered in mud, but it was still nice to have it on—even if she might as well be drowning in the giant piece of clothing. Slipping her arms through the holes so it wouldn’t fall off, and she did something she rarely ever did—she acted instead of thinking. Normally she thought through all of her actions before she did them, but right now she was mentally unstable and not in her right mind. Jogging slightly to catch up to the man, she slowed to his pace—which was quicker than her normal pace because she was so small—and stayed a few steps behind him. Right then she was very much a lost little puppy dog with nowhere to go, and the man had just thrown her a scrap. “Ah. . . I’m a hyena. . . what are you?” she asked quietly, her hands by her stomach as she fidgeted with her fingers. She was tense, as if she was ready for him to lash out at her for speaking to him, but she was desperate.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 394
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alexsei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Abandoned Buildings
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek paused and looked over his shoulder at her. There was obvious disapproval in his eyes. Just because he was making the mistake of letting her live did not mean he would make the mistake of being her friend. After all from what he gathered being a friend was hazardous to your health. "Just a monster" He responded as be began to walk again. After a few more steps he stopped and sighed deeply. "Tiger" he stated his voice hadn't changed much but his hatred of even the idea of what he was clear. Alek looked at her he wasn't interested in being her friend. He was barely interested in allowing her to live, and changing his mind wasn't out of the question. Alek ran his fingers through his hair as he considered the situation. On one hand he for the first time every didn't want to kill one of his own kind. Probably due to the fact that she was Russian and for some reason he felt like hey should help her cause they didn't exactly have it easy in the country. On the other hand he didn't want her following him around. However she was a were and she could kill someone. The easiest way to prevent that would be to kill her, if that wasn't an option he might as well keep an eye on her.


"I am no your friend" he stated as he started to walk again, but this time he beckoned for her to join him. It would be easier if he didn't have to look for her if she fucked up. Besides it would be good to have someone to talk to again. It had been a while since Nikolai had been killed and he'd been alone every since.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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Alek stopped and Anastasia did as well, not wanting to invade his personal space. By the look on his face he obviously didn’t like the fact that she had decided to follow him. Her head dipped slightly and she looked down at the ground, expecting to be struck down again. However, he responded to her. Sort of. He told her he was just a monster, and she lifted her head a little bit to look at him, then tilted her head to the side a little bit. He thought he was a monster? The little blonde Russian girl was lost in thought for a minute and missed the fact that he had started to walk. She had a mini panic attack for a moment and took a few quick steps toward him, then stopped as he paused in step again, listening as he told her what he was. “Tiger.” That was all he had to say, and that was all she had really asked for, anyway. “Oh,” she replied quietly, barely audible over the falling of rain.

He turned to start walking again, declaring that he wasn’t her friend, and she just nodded, hanging her head slightly. “I know,” she replied quietly, almost missing him gesture for her to follow. She lifted her head slightly and tried to figure out if she had imagined it, then decided it was better safe than sorry and she took a couple quick steps to catch up to him, matching her pace with his, yet still remaining a few steps behind him in order to give him his space. There was a long silence as they walked. She looked up at him, then would shy away some more, not knowing how to act around this man. She was aware that she could have just been walking into a trap or something, but she figured that if he wanted to kill here, out here in the rain and in a place where there were no people, it would be as good a spot as any and he wouldn’t have to take her anywhere else to off her. “You aren’t going to kill me?” she asked after several minutes, looking up at him, her sopping wet hair sticking to her face. She had started to shiver slightly, despite the warm jacket Alek had provided her.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 389
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alek
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Abandoned buildings
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek simply shrugged at the question and didn't respond , because he knew as well as she did that she had already figured out the answer to her own question otherwise she would not be so eager to follow him around. It was raining harder not but it didn't bother Alek. He was soaked from head to toe now that he had relinquished his jacked. It was all the same to him any way. It was not like he could get sick, and he was a tiger and naturally loved the water. They walked silently through the torrents of rain for almost an hour before the got to the warehouse district.

It was probably the most dangerous part of the city. Every shady criminal organization in the city operated out here. After all where else could you find so much storage for the low price of free. Drug shipments, human trafficking, illegal imports all of it could be traced back here. After a while Alek stopped in front of a large warehouse. It looked the same as all the rest. The Russian walked up to the door and took the large combination look in hand. He began to turn the dial. After a few seconds and audible click revealed that the lock was open.

Alek removed the lock and gripped the handle on the garage style door. With a grunt he lifted it opening it just enough to step inside then held it for Ana. The does was electronic and not designed to be opened by hand it was to heavy for any human to open. One inside Alek would let the door close loudly and massage the palms of his hands. It was dark but being weres that would not be a problem. Alek hit the button on the wall that turned on the lights revealing the inside of the warehouse. The windows where covered by some reinforced sheet metal as was the emergency exit. The only way in or out was through the large front door.

There were three cars parked near the door, but the thin sheet of dust that rested upon them revealed that they were rarely used. Alek wasn't the host type so there would not be a tour. There was a weapon rack on the far wall with ever gun known to man pretty much, from small caliber sidearms to high caliber sniper rifles there was even an rpg. There was a dirty mattress and a stack of blankets in the control room up top. On the opposite wall there was an electric stove, a small fridge, and a deep freezer. There was also a small table with an older looking laptop on it and a single dining room chair in front of it. The bathroom was to the left of the emergency exit. Other than that the place was pretty bare. Alek walked over to the fridge and removed a beer. He didn't bother to ask if Ana wanted one.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

look at what you see in her face the mirror of your dreams
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SEE WILL BE. RHYMES THAT KEEP THEIR SECRETS -------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

Anastasia kept her head down as they walked, the silence unnerving and stifling. The man obviously wasn’t anything for conversation, so there was no real reason for her try, she figured. Instead, she just walked silently behind the man for what seemed to be forever, alone with her own thoughts. At some point she had started to cry again, but she swallowed her sobs so she didn’t bother Alexsei and make him want to backhand her or something. But eventually the tears would dry like they normally did, and they reached an area with a lot of warehouses. Anastasia shivered from something other than the cold and unconsciously moved closer to Alexsei, glancing around fretfully. The last time she had been in an area like this had been with a vampire that had wanted to make her his slave or something. She wondered if this was the same area, and if she was walking above the tunnels he’d thrown her in. . . . She started to imagine the screams and screeches of those inhuman monsters tearing at flesh. . . .

She was pulled from her thoughts when the tiger stopped and she accidentally bumped into him. Anastasia jumped back and hung her head, shoulders hunched as if she expected to be cuffed. “Pros`tite,” she muttered quietly, trembling slightly from the cold. He opened some form of garage door and Anastasia flinched at the awful squealing of machine parts fighting against the tiger’s unnatural strength. It obviously wasn’t mean to be opened that way, and Anastasia wondered if it was even good for the door. When he held it open for her, she ducked under and stood off to the side, wincing when he let the door crash shut again, and she looked up at him expectantly almost, then looked away when he all but ignored her. It was what she had expected, but it still didn’t feel very good. He had told her he wasn’t her friend. The little warehouse he was living in seemed to be at least a little stocked. A mattress, cars, a fridge, blankets. . . . Cozy. It was warm and dry inside, though.

Not sure what to do or say, Anastasia watched Alek head to the fridge and grab what looked to be a bear. Fresh tears welled in her eyes: Kyla would have liked a beer. Anastasia lifted a hand to wipe her tears away and she skirted further away from the weapons rack—one of the large guns looked like the RPG that Daktari had used on the bus when they’d first met, and she looked sharply away from the rack and scuttled over to an open space in the little warehouse. She peeled Alek’s jacket off and then her own, piling them up on the floor and sitting down on the hard, dusty concrete. Water dripped off of her and pooled on the ground under her. Nervous and somewhat bored, Anastasia started to pick the dried mud off of her clothes, but didn’t bother working at her hair. “What—ah, what part of Russia are you from?” she asked when the silence started to become too much for her to bare.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 532
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alexsei
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE A warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

(just assume that everything he says is in Russian until his speach changes again.)

Alek sat down on the chair and opened his beer. Taking a big swig. He considered her question. Which part of Russia was he from? Originally he was abandoned in the forests near Primorye. Nikolai had found him and they never settled down for too long. After Niko had died Alek set up shop in Chernobyl. That was his base of operations but it wasn't really his home. "I'm from everywhere.... I have lived in all parts of Russia, most recently Chernobyl" he stated. His sentence structure was obviously much better in his native language.

Alek finished the his beer and rested the empty bottle on the floor. He had been in Chernobyl when the plant exploded. Thanks to being what he was he was able to walk away unscathed, and not develop cancer or die from radiation poisoning like so many others. "Where are you from?" He asked semi-curiously. He wasn't particularly interested but he was slightly liking the idea of having someone around to talk to. Though he would never admit it. Alek took out his fire arm and removed the bullets from the revolver. Then he walked over to his weapon rack and placed it in the empty spot where it had been earlier that day.

For being a nomad Alek was pretty organized, and he was technologically savvy, due to the fact that he like to take things apart and put them back together. Every thing he had other than the weapons used to be junk at some point, and Alek had managed to fix them all. The fridge and stove thrown out by an appliance store. The laptop found in a dumpster. The car's well the car's he bought from some less that classy characters, but he'd been through every inch of them.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

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-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

The last thing Anastasia really expected was for the tiger to answer her. He hadn’t said very much to her all night, and he didn’t seem like much of a conversationalist. The only reason the little hyena girl was even trying was because the silence bothered her too much. She wished she was dry. The water clinging to her was making her shiver violently. Slowly, she got up and moved away from the small puddle that had formed under her, hoping to find some form of salvation on the dry concrete. It wasn’t much better though. What she wanted to do was go sit on that mattress, or one of the chairs, but then she would get them wet. . . so the floor was fine for her. She didn’t want Alek to get mad at her and change his mind on whether or not he wanted to kill her. “I'm from everywhere. . . . I have lived in all parts of Russia, most recently Chernobyl,” he responded in Russian. It made a small smile light up Anastasia’s face to hear it. The last Russian person she had known had been Zakhar, but he hadn’t even wanted to speak Russian. . . . Anastasia loved her native tongue.

It felt so nice to speak Russian again. “Oh. I have never been there. Is it nice?” Anastasia was almost starved for attention now, grasping to anything she could talk to this man about. Even if it was small talk about nonsense. The question came up about where she was from, and Anastasia looked down at her lap, continuing the fruitless endeavor of picking the mud from her clothes. “St Petersburg,” she responded quietly. “We moved here when I was sixteen.” Why she added that, she wasn’t sure. Probably just because she felt the need to talk. Her best friend had just died, her boyfriend had run off, and now all she had to go home to was an empty mansion that was big enough to house fifty people. This little warehouse with a tiger that had wanted to kill her hours ago was more like home at the moment than she thought the mansion would be. “Do. . . ah. . . might I ask. . . why you were going to kill me?” There. The question that bugged her at the back of her mind was finally at the table. Again, she had a feeling Alek wasn’t going to answer her.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 404
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER ^-^
---------COSTAR Alek
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl

[ryn]

Alek eyed the weapon rack carefully making sure that everything was in it's place. There was nothing more frustrating that getting into a situation that required something that you couldn't locate. He walked back over to the chair and sat down. He raised an eyebrow when Ana asked if it was nice in Chernobyl. He wondered what rock she was hiding under here entire life. Perhaps it was before her time it was after all twenty four years ago. Twenty four years, for an immortal that was just a fleeting moment in time.

"It's Russia, very few things are nice" He stated as he looked over his shoulder at her. Russian decent and did not know about Chernobyl. That was almost sad. There ancestors were shedding tears now. He looked back towards the laptop and turned it on. After logging in he checked the local news website. He checked it every night usually looking for reports of animal attacks or mysterious disappearances. It was how he got his leads. Homeless man attacked by stray dog. He checked any and all such reports.

"Why? How many lives are spared each time I take down a vampire or one of us? We can't even begin to count since we live for so long. Even if they only kill 1 person per month. Thats 12 people a year over....200? 300 hundred years? That's 3600 deaths. My father believed that a single life was not worth more than many. I too believe this." he looked at her to make sure she caught the point he was trying to make. Hopefully she understood that if it came down to saving lives he would still kill her. Especially if she was so young that she couldn't control her other side. He had no patience or want to teach her how to do it. Besides it was something you learned with age. After all he spent most of his full moon nights in a cage until he could prevent the transformation all together. If she did the same perhaps he wouldn't have too.

[Anastasia Kirilovna Marisova]

look at what you see in her face the mirror of your dreams
MAKE BELIEVE ON EVERYWHERE GET IT IN THE LINE. HIDDEN ON THE PAGES IS THE ANSWER TO
A NEVER ENDING STORY. REACH THE STARS FLY A FANTASY DREAM A DREAM AND WHAT YOU
SEE WILL BE. RHYMES THAT KEEP THEIR SECRETS -------------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- WILL UNFOLD AND THERE UPON THE RAINBOW IS THE ANSWER

Anastasia hung her head and hunched her shoulders as if she had been rebuked, which was pretty much what had happened. It was a fine answer to her question, and was something similar to what the hunter Isi had told her when she’d tried to kill her back in the museum. Isi had almost convinced Anastasia to just let her kill her. Anastasia had come very close to just coming out from her hiding place that day and letting the huntress execute her and end her reign of terror. Or at least, that’s how Anastasia saw it. She was an uncontrollable monster when she was in her form because she didn’t have the will power to control herself like Kyla did. Kyla had embraced this life while Anastasia denied and denied it and now she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to control herself. Her head hung and tears sprung to her eyes. 3600 people she would kill in the span of 300 years? And that was only if she killed just once. So far, she’d 30 people in one moon, five in another. . . . And god knew how many more that she wasn’t aware of.

“Maybe. . . maybe you should just k-kill me then,” Anastasia muttered, her voice heavy again like it had been when she was crying about Kyla. What did she have to live for anymore, anyway? Her best friend was dead. She was about as useless as a rock, and she was a monster who seemed to drive away or get everyone around her killed. She should have just let Isi kill her that day in the museum. “It’s silly of me to think I’ll ever be anything more than a monster.” Knees drawn up to her chest, Anastasia buried her face in her knees and sat there silently, hugging her knees to her torso in her own little picture of misery. For once that night, though, her shoulders weren’t shaking from sobs. She was fresh out of tears, and her body was worn from crying. It didn’t want to cry anymore.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 351
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Alek
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Warehouse
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Limahl