"Now they know what you are."
Not long after, a knock came at the young man's door. Marcus Antoni Rurik set down the jackets he had been trying to decide between to go to the door. He froze at the sight before him. The redhead had been forced to clean up nicely. Her red locks were straightened to a sheen, make-up smoothed over her features, and a well-fitted dress hugged her well-toned body. Aside from the chains around her wrists, Anastasia Romanov looked like she actually belonged in his family's castle.
"Miss Romanov, how can I help you?" Marcus asked, crossing his strong arms over his chest. The girl ducked her head in what the male knew was only feigned respect. "Can we talk in private?"
The Rurik boy looked at her guards and motioned for them to stay where they were, then stepped back to let the young girl into his room. She moved with a gracefulness that surprised him.
"Well?"
"I want your help, please. Not for me, but for my brother."
The warlock snorted. "You must know that I'm a seer with the ability to see many futures. And they all lead to your brother's execution. They have for a long time. I know you are kitsune, and your death will be more...complicated, but my sister's poisoning your brother last taon solved that problem on his part. Now he's just a mere puppy." He expected the teenager to rise to the bait, but she remained meek. Marcus suddenly doubted the rumors of this girl's supposedly unmatched defiance.
"I just want him to spend his last hours in comfort," she whispered, her large Esmeralda eyes pleading. "Please, take away his pain. You win, just give him a little medicine so that he doesn't have to suffer."
Marcus actually gaped at the request. He laughed with a suddenness that startled the broken girl. "And what," he asked quietly, stepping closer, "can you do for me?"
"Anything you want," she sinabi quietly. She shrank beneath his gaze and averted her eyes. "I know that with Callaghan recently married, your the oldest to be without a wife or children..."
Marcus raised his brows at Ana's directness. "Wow. And just like that, she finds a way to save her self...if even just for a night." He looked her over, no promise of protection in his gaze, only triumph.
"Let's see how you do tonight," he remarked, waving a hand to unlock the cuffs. "Then we'll talk about the future..." He waved his hand again, and the young woman's dress fell to pool around the floor. She kept her eyes averted and made no objections as his lips graced her skin.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
It was midmorning when her bedroom door was thrown open. Ana looked up calmly as the furious warlock barged inside. For that, he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. Ana clench her jaw to keep from making a sound and glared up at him.
"You really thought that I wouldn't notice?!" Marcus demanded. "Give it to me. NOW."
The young woman slowly sat up and reached into the folds of her dress. "You're a heavy sleeper," she remarked as she held up the glittering family ring. Its sapphire thrummed with power like a beating heart. The warlock slipped the ring onto his finger and curled his fingers into a fist.
"How did you do it?" he asked lowly, tempered with the return of his greatest possession. "I'm the most skilled seer of Supernatural Russia, but I never saw you stealing from me. What were you going to do? Use it to teleport out of here and get help?" When Ana remained silent, he screamed, "HOW?"
She only barred her canines from her place on the floor. Ana had been in this place, with a person with this rage, enough times to know to stay down and deny him the pleasure of pushing her down again.
Suddenly, Marcus Antoni Rurik's eyes widened to saucers. "No," he whispered with a horror that twisted Ana's gut. "No, you're not...I had heard of being capable to tricking seers so effortlessly. But...I thought you were just a kitsune..."
His sky blue eyes hardened with anger. "That's what you wanted us to believe. This whole time. That you were just some freak, the last of your kind. The ability to resurrect a few times, but that's all...But you're something more, something dark and twisted. The demons created as a last ditch effort to protect kitsune from the witches hunting them to extinction. Monsters twisting minds, twisting fate in unholy ways. Nogitsune."
Ana dropped her eyes to the carpet, his words burning into her. She knew what he was imagining. The worst of her kind. Unnatural being without faces, without souls, twisted sa pamamagitan ng their demon blood into things that defied natural magic.
Ana had killed like nogitsune, left walls splattered with blood, held a still beating puso in her hand. The sounds of fear, the smell of death, the taste of blood. Every moment of her adult life she had fought those urges, but they were there. Ana mustered the courage to look up at the warlock just in time for his hand to sting her cheek. Her head jerked. Reeling from the whiplashed, she heard him start to leave, then pause. "No one will know about this incident," he growled. "You will accompany my tonight to the party, where I can keep and eye on you, little monster."
Ana closed her eyes as he slammed the door shut. She felt a gash open where his ring had split open her cheekbone. The pain calmed her rolling nerves. Tonight, she would play his game. But even as he made her bleed, Marcus Antoni must have known he had already lost.
"Why did you do it? Why did you interfere?!" he demanded. He wanted her to believe him to be enraged, but Anastasia knew frustration, fear, and, madami than anything else in his voice, grief when she heard them. "You could have escaped with his ring, and not come back. Marcus would have never known for sure what you were. But you just had to come back and make me a part of your scheme."
"You would have died if I left you."
"Yes," he agreed. Anastasia looked up at her brother, at the tears reddening his eyes and cheeks.
"I couldn't just watch you die again!"
"Yes, you could have," he growled. "Hailey's baby and Noëlle's twin are dead because of me. Two dead baby boys are ENOUGH for me, Ana." He stepped back from her and turned his back, roughly running his hand through his hair. He left his hands there, Gusot in his silvery locks. Every freshly-healed muscle tensed beneath his scarred skin. "I've had enough," he breathed, his voice falling to a low, desperate pitch. "Anyone I hope to marry will only suffer as Whisper and Hailey did. I was ready to die, to have peace. The Rurik's would have been satisfied with my death; you and Noëlle could have lived on, gotten married one araw to permanently shed the Romanov name. Peace for our family, Annie. That's what you sacrificed for him."
The girl's eyes fell to her snow covered boots. Her eyes felt too dry of tears after a night of weeping over what she had done to escape the Rurik's long enough to get a message to their allies.
"Maybe if I turn myself in..." he contemplated quietly, "maybe they'll still be satisfied."
"You know they won't."
"I HAVE TO TRY." He whirled on her, but his strength was gone. The scar that cut a ragged line down his face made him a version of her brother that she didn't recognize. Invincible and broken all at once. "This family has no future as long as the Ruriks continue after us. My daughter will not suffer for this."
"You're right," she agreed. Aleksander's expressions turned suspicious at her succession. "But the Ruriks will want madami than just you now...they'll want me too for what I am. So I'll make you a deal. You'll stay here until you're no longer needed. Then, once the people we pag-ibig are safe, I'll go with you."
He scoffed, and she didn't blame him. She drew the kusina kutsilyo she had grabbed on her way out and sliced it across her right palm. Bright red splashed onto the white snow between them. Ana held out the knife, and after a moment of hesitation, Aleksander took it. He slashed his own palm, and his blood joined hers in the snow.
"I swear," she began. "That I'll make everything right. As soon as the pag-ibig of my life is safe, I'll end this family's suffering sa pamamagitan ng trading my life for peace. As long as you behave. No drinking, no fighting, no arguing, no getting into anyone's head, and no telling anyone about our plan. For Clovis, Noëlle, Alexie, and Soairse...For our family, I swear I'll hand myself over to Magnus without a fight."
Their hand clasped together like a clap of thunder, blood mixing between bother and sister.
"For our family," Aleksander agreed solemnly. "I swear."
Not long after, a knock came at the young man's door. Marcus Antoni Rurik set down the jackets he had been trying to decide between to go to the door. He froze at the sight before him. The redhead had been forced to clean up nicely. Her red locks were straightened to a sheen, make-up smoothed over her features, and a well-fitted dress hugged her well-toned body. Aside from the chains around her wrists, Anastasia Romanov looked like she actually belonged in his family's castle.
"Miss Romanov, how can I help you?" Marcus asked, crossing his strong arms over his chest. The girl ducked her head in what the male knew was only feigned respect. "Can we talk in private?"
The Rurik boy looked at her guards and motioned for them to stay where they were, then stepped back to let the young girl into his room. She moved with a gracefulness that surprised him.
"Well?"
"I want your help, please. Not for me, but for my brother."
The warlock snorted. "You must know that I'm a seer with the ability to see many futures. And they all lead to your brother's execution. They have for a long time. I know you are kitsune, and your death will be more...complicated, but my sister's poisoning your brother last taon solved that problem on his part. Now he's just a mere puppy." He expected the teenager to rise to the bait, but she remained meek. Marcus suddenly doubted the rumors of this girl's supposedly unmatched defiance.
"I just want him to spend his last hours in comfort," she whispered, her large Esmeralda eyes pleading. "Please, take away his pain. You win, just give him a little medicine so that he doesn't have to suffer."
Marcus actually gaped at the request. He laughed with a suddenness that startled the broken girl. "And what," he asked quietly, stepping closer, "can you do for me?"
"Anything you want," she sinabi quietly. She shrank beneath his gaze and averted her eyes. "I know that with Callaghan recently married, your the oldest to be without a wife or children..."
Marcus raised his brows at Ana's directness. "Wow. And just like that, she finds a way to save her self...if even just for a night." He looked her over, no promise of protection in his gaze, only triumph.
"Let's see how you do tonight," he remarked, waving a hand to unlock the cuffs. "Then we'll talk about the future..." He waved his hand again, and the young woman's dress fell to pool around the floor. She kept her eyes averted and made no objections as his lips graced her skin.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~
It was midmorning when her bedroom door was thrown open. Ana looked up calmly as the furious warlock barged inside. For that, he grabbed her hair and threw her to the ground. Ana clench her jaw to keep from making a sound and glared up at him.
"You really thought that I wouldn't notice?!" Marcus demanded. "Give it to me. NOW."
The young woman slowly sat up and reached into the folds of her dress. "You're a heavy sleeper," she remarked as she held up the glittering family ring. Its sapphire thrummed with power like a beating heart. The warlock slipped the ring onto his finger and curled his fingers into a fist.
"How did you do it?" he asked lowly, tempered with the return of his greatest possession. "I'm the most skilled seer of Supernatural Russia, but I never saw you stealing from me. What were you going to do? Use it to teleport out of here and get help?" When Ana remained silent, he screamed, "HOW?"
She only barred her canines from her place on the floor. Ana had been in this place, with a person with this rage, enough times to know to stay down and deny him the pleasure of pushing her down again.
Suddenly, Marcus Antoni Rurik's eyes widened to saucers. "No," he whispered with a horror that twisted Ana's gut. "No, you're not...I had heard of being capable to tricking seers so effortlessly. But...I thought you were just a kitsune..."
His sky blue eyes hardened with anger. "That's what you wanted us to believe. This whole time. That you were just some freak, the last of your kind. The ability to resurrect a few times, but that's all...But you're something more, something dark and twisted. The demons created as a last ditch effort to protect kitsune from the witches hunting them to extinction. Monsters twisting minds, twisting fate in unholy ways. Nogitsune."
Ana dropped her eyes to the carpet, his words burning into her. She knew what he was imagining. The worst of her kind. Unnatural being without faces, without souls, twisted sa pamamagitan ng their demon blood into things that defied natural magic.
Ana had killed like nogitsune, left walls splattered with blood, held a still beating puso in her hand. The sounds of fear, the smell of death, the taste of blood. Every moment of her adult life she had fought those urges, but they were there. Ana mustered the courage to look up at the warlock just in time for his hand to sting her cheek. Her head jerked. Reeling from the whiplashed, she heard him start to leave, then pause. "No one will know about this incident," he growled. "You will accompany my tonight to the party, where I can keep and eye on you, little monster."
Ana closed her eyes as he slammed the door shut. She felt a gash open where his ring had split open her cheekbone. The pain calmed her rolling nerves. Tonight, she would play his game. But even as he made her bleed, Marcus Antoni must have known he had already lost.
"Why did you do it? Why did you interfere?!" he demanded. He wanted her to believe him to be enraged, but Anastasia knew frustration, fear, and, madami than anything else in his voice, grief when she heard them. "You could have escaped with his ring, and not come back. Marcus would have never known for sure what you were. But you just had to come back and make me a part of your scheme."
"You would have died if I left you."
"Yes," he agreed. Anastasia looked up at her brother, at the tears reddening his eyes and cheeks.
"I couldn't just watch you die again!"
"Yes, you could have," he growled. "Hailey's baby and Noëlle's twin are dead because of me. Two dead baby boys are ENOUGH for me, Ana." He stepped back from her and turned his back, roughly running his hand through his hair. He left his hands there, Gusot in his silvery locks. Every freshly-healed muscle tensed beneath his scarred skin. "I've had enough," he breathed, his voice falling to a low, desperate pitch. "Anyone I hope to marry will only suffer as Whisper and Hailey did. I was ready to die, to have peace. The Rurik's would have been satisfied with my death; you and Noëlle could have lived on, gotten married one araw to permanently shed the Romanov name. Peace for our family, Annie. That's what you sacrificed for him."
The girl's eyes fell to her snow covered boots. Her eyes felt too dry of tears after a night of weeping over what she had done to escape the Rurik's long enough to get a message to their allies.
"Maybe if I turn myself in..." he contemplated quietly, "maybe they'll still be satisfied."
"You know they won't."
"I HAVE TO TRY." He whirled on her, but his strength was gone. The scar that cut a ragged line down his face made him a version of her brother that she didn't recognize. Invincible and broken all at once. "This family has no future as long as the Ruriks continue after us. My daughter will not suffer for this."
"You're right," she agreed. Aleksander's expressions turned suspicious at her succession. "But the Ruriks will want madami than just you now...they'll want me too for what I am. So I'll make you a deal. You'll stay here until you're no longer needed. Then, once the people we pag-ibig are safe, I'll go with you."
He scoffed, and she didn't blame him. She drew the kusina kutsilyo she had grabbed on her way out and sliced it across her right palm. Bright red splashed onto the white snow between them. Ana held out the knife, and after a moment of hesitation, Aleksander took it. He slashed his own palm, and his blood joined hers in the snow.
"I swear," she began. "That I'll make everything right. As soon as the pag-ibig of my life is safe, I'll end this family's suffering sa pamamagitan ng trading my life for peace. As long as you behave. No drinking, no fighting, no arguing, no getting into anyone's head, and no telling anyone about our plan. For Clovis, Noëlle, Alexie, and Soairse...For our family, I swear I'll hand myself over to Magnus without a fight."
Their hand clasped together like a clap of thunder, blood mixing between bother and sister.
"For our family," Aleksander agreed solemnly. "I swear."
age: 17
Gender: male
Apereance: blond hair, bleuw eyes, half lion.(see pick)
Powes: animal sences,animal strengt, retractebel claws.
Personalaty: loyal, impulsif, always protects his friends, often dont think and just act on his animal instinks.
Realation to team: he is gunfires long Nawawala twin brother.
History: he is gunfires twin brother, but when he was 5 years old he got Nawawala in the woods around gotham, and after thad got raised sa pamamagitan ng lions. He leand thad is brother was still in gotham a fewe weeks nakaraan and gunfire told him about the cave, thouw somtings are still stance to hime, beceas he lived in the wild whit the lions fore 12 years.
Notes:
he speaks normaly englys beceast he leard thad before he got lost.
he is not used to interacting whit pepol well anymore
He hase a knive made out of bone, thad he somtimes uses, thouw he prefers the uses of he owne claws.
Name: Kaleb Anton
Alias: Arkana
Age: 17
Alliance: Hero
Appearance: shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, 5'10", pale skin
Personality: kind, caring, withdrawn, doesn't trust people easily, stubborn, brave
Powers: He has transformation powers that allow him to alter his appearance, martial arts, fights with a bow staff with a hidden blade
Bio: His life as a kid was normal, he went to school, he helped at his dad's shop. When he was sixteen he left his family after discovering his powers. He trained for a taon abroad before joining the team
Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it:
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic books are right on schedule.
Video Game something or other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls halik her BF....
Young Justice Invasion Episodes 8-18 are ready to air.
BOOM! Good news!
Comic books are right on schedule.
Video Game something or other, didn't really look:
link
Now, I also wanna say that the Robin we knew in Season 1 would never do this to a girl. But....
Dick Grayson has dated Zatanna
Dick Grayson is dating Batgirl
And Dick's surprising girlfriend is....
Rocket???
So...... Yeah..... Link below.
Adios! *runs and hides*
link
Wait, did he just blow off Tim? And Babs is strangely okay with two girls halik her BF....
Name: Alexis "Lexi" Adams
Alias: None....so far!
Powers/skills:
-Flight (wings!)
-abnormal strength like her father,
-gained Fang diseappearing act, only when Lexi moves she's still completely invisible.
-super senses
-Can only control one element, wind. And she only uses to push herself along when she's too lazy to fly.
Past: Alexis was kidnapped at the age of 3 sa pamamagitan ng the School. Only this time, it was different. Instead of keeping her in the United States, they shipped her to Germany, holding her hostage in Itex. At the age of 6, Alexis gained enough strength to break free, and setting free the other experiments along with herself.
Other: -Lexi, is a MAJOR mommy's girl.
-May look like Fang, but she acts like Devin.
-Youngest of all the kids. sa pamamagitan ng 7 or 8 years.
-Easy to set off temper, but she hides it extremly well.
-She's extremly happy and cheerful.
-PLEASE DON'T give her sugar. She'll bounce off the walls.
2: he loves the way she is and how she jokes around with him
3: he loves it when she smiles at him
4: he loves the way she brushes the hair out of his face
5: he loves it when she blushes
(( i didnt make that many cause lol i dunno just a couple cuz this is the first time this has been done lol hopefully silverwings13 will have a reply to this XD lol but yeah im making a couple one shots on these two beauties <3 iand now i have to talk cause this artikulo isnt long enough WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY WALLY!!! <3 okay so Mcl out peace))
Alias: Eden
Age: 10 yrs
Nicknames: Gen, Genny, Genny-la
Powers: Flight, Invulnerability, controls but cant become apoy and water.
Skills: kalye fighting experience
Weapons: Two mga baril hidden in her sando and pocket knife.
Bio:
Harley's not clone but sister, After Lex Found her DNA, it was ibingiay to CADMUS. where they tried to re clone her, after realizing their tries were in vain, they decided on simplicity, Give Harley a sister.
They successfully created the girl, calling her Genesis.
They released her and led her to Harley.
Notes:
-This is part of her bio
- Who she is will soon be revealed.
- hates Superman and Batman and Superboy
- Doesn't like Skylar nor Wolf, or Sy.
- really smart