Half of the castle was carved out of the mountain rock, but it had an air of ancient beauty to it. The gothic place could be unbearably cold if it wasn't constantly lit.
As our feet echoed on the stone floor, I saw the Alpha and her group of hunters came from the opposite side. The same bearded man I had conversed with the other day gave me a smile of greeting as he walked gracefully forward. Vale went out to join them like she couldn't stand being near me anymore. This part made me frown while staring at her. Perhaps she was still angry at me.
"I hope you have a good night rest," Trotsky spoke, breaking my gaze from the huntress.
"As good as a vampire without her coffin could sleep, I guess," I said, turning to look at the man without much of a nod in return.
As we made our ways across the base, another man with a thick curved mustache appeared. He dressed in the same red uniform and was walking with several other soldiers towards us. His eyes were violet and bright with purpose. He was a vampire-that I could tell. The place seemed to be roaming with vampires more than I first thought.When they reached us, the man stopped and stared at me as if to ascertain who I was. His face was familiar but also unknown to me."Who's this?" I asked Trotsky without taking my eyes off the man."Anastasia, don't you recognize him? Standing in front of you is the world famous cavalry leader, General Krasnoff of the Cassocks."I had heard the name before, way back when Russia was under the Sickle and Hammer
~ALEXANDRA~It was the first warm sun in the small hours of a new winter day in Kremlin. I walked towards one of the untended corners of Alexander's Garden, passing the grim-looking vampire guards posted in the shadow through the arched ways. They bowed as I went passed them. A number of royal guards trailed behind me.The meeting with the Royal Council was a hellish affair, to say the least, and it resulted in me having a tongue-lashing at the parliament members of Biley Dom, most notably General Konstantin.He cowered under my rage as I was informed by Victor of the previous meeting, and how unsatisfied he was when Anastasia had handled the issue.The Russia
~ANASTASIA~Sitting on a horse-drawn sled with Trotsky, I could feel the freezing wind riffle through the layers of my coat. I took a gulp of whiskey from a flask handed over to me by the General. The heat from the drink burned away the coldness in my empty stomach. Lyra didn't come with me since they had a protocol for outsiders. I guessed they figured that it was for safety reason.Beside us were a dozen hunters riding on their high horses and sleds pulled by Siberian Huskies. Several motor-skis led the way. We got out of the mountain castle and back towards the Cossack camp. Trotsky wanted to familiarize me with the lives of his army—to get both the hunters and the Cossacks to trust me, I had to be a part of them.
~VALERINA~As a child, I had always wondered why nature had been so kind to such gruesome beings—those cold-blooded creatures, who slaughtered our families and enslaved our siblings just to satisfy their hedonistic existence.But now walking behind me in a haunting silence was this golden princess, who seemed far from grisly than I had once imagined. I tried in vain to harness my straying mind, but there were still parts of me that felt wild and untamed at the thought of us being alone together. It was getting harder to ignore the ever-royally presence of the great Anastasia Romanov and her piercing golden stare that seemed to burn like a brilliant sun.Irresistible was her weapon. Yes, she was i
AnastasiaIn the momentum of my desperate need, all my thoughts stopped. I wanted her. I wanted her right there in the middle of the frozen wood.How I couldn't seem to stay away from the huntress was beyond me. Now I was obsessed with her blushed swollen lips, the way her mouth fitted mine like it only belonged to me. Valerina, the fierce assassin, was now submitting to my passion. Her warm body pressed back into my chest, and I held her tighter, letting my curious tongue delve deeper to make hers mine.I stroked her firm slender body. The heat of desire filled up my whole being and my need to imprint myself on her delicate skin burned me like wildfire. I savored the blissful feeling of owning the hun
All the tensions that mounted me from the visit to the camp made me unbearably tired. I was actually relieved to be back at the castle. It looked now as if it had been a lifetime ago since I left my palace in Moscow. How the Royal Council had been holding up in my absence all this time became my concern. I had not the slightest clue as to what they were doing, nor had I been thinking about the possibility that they would come looking for me.Would they seek my sister out to guide the nation during their diplomatic crisis? Since the time I dissolved the Vampire Assembly back in Beliy Dom, we hadn't reached any solution aside from my letter to the Kaiser. I wondered if Alex already heard the news of my abduction. Would she return to Kremlin, away from her paradise of serenity, to rescue me? I sure did not have high hope that she would find me any time soon, but a part of me knew my older s
All around the field, distant sounds of marching men and the clattering noises rung in my ears. We passed the uniformed Cossacks running around the base. Shouted orders came from commanders followed by the boom of cannons. The ground trembled slightly under the impact.I was told it was target practice for the new arsenal. The cannonballs were stuffed with explosives and metal spikes. Once they fired, the cannonballs caused mass destruction. They had selected an area in the woods where humongous oak trees stood. The cannons facing the targets shot some of them down with accuracy and immense force. Then it came a time where the Hunters and the Cossack soldiers conducted an operation practice in the forest. The attack was under the command of their Generals back at the camp.Gradually, I began to understand the rules of their game. Trotsk
~ALEXANDRA~I followed the generals through the maze of streets, leading to the Kremlin Palace's Red Porch. What a contrast to the gilded opulence of the old Kremlin. The great city of Moscow had become a rubbish heap of history. Rats and crows now roamed the filthy alleys. I remembered churches and parks, which today were falling apart and worn down with age. Deserted and dilapidated palaces reminded me of the ill fate that had befallen my own family.Was this how I wanted my home to be? I was born into the richest royal house in the world, but now all I had was ashes of the past.The red-eyed soldiers stood at attention along the path to the Cathedral of the Dormition. It was where my anointing and c