Vryemnya

Vremnya

By Alex and Dave

Disclaimer: We don't own FF or the characters and sadly get no profit from writing these.

Authors' Note: We decided that because not many people liked our last fic, and because some people just right out hate us and what we do, that we should write a story in a category you don't see too often…horror.

As most of our fics, part of this is based on something that actually happened to me (Alex). If you really want to know which part, e-mail will tell you the answer.

Vremnya is Russian for 'time'. I (Alex) thought that calling it "Time" would be too boring, but I noticed that people often read fanfics with titles written in a different language. I hope this will work.

-Alex and Dave

Squall had everything planned out. He had waited long enough and wanted everything to be perfect. He sat in the cafeteria now, waiting for her to come down for breakfast. Then he would surprise her.

The others; being Zell, Irvine, Quistis, and Selphie; were surprised when he had asked to sit alone this morning. His nerves were racked and his palms were sweaty. It wasn't asking her to go with him this morning that made him nervous, it was asking her what he would if she agreed and they went. He needed time to sit and think everything through, and the others weren't the best people to be around when that was what you wanted.

He watched the door closely and his heart sped up every time someone walked in. He was ready, now all he needed was her to be here.

At that moment, she walked through the door, and Squall jumped out of his chair and walked briskly over to her. As he got close he smiled and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. She smiled and hugged his waist. "Come sit down with me, I want to ask you something."

They walked back over to the table he had been sitting at before and pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. He went around to the other side, sat down, and grabbed her hands across the table.

"Rinoa, I've been planning this for a while, so I hope you'll want to go." He sighed heavily and looked into her eyes. "What do you say just you and me, oh and Angelo, take a break and go away to Winhill for a week. I found a small cottage for rent just outside the town, and if you want, I'll get it and we'll take a vacation. Just you and me, no weapons, no sorceresses….well, no evil sorceresses that is, and no Selphie. Sound good?"

"Squall, it sounded good even before you started. When do we go?"

He smiled widely and kissed her hands. "As soon as you want."

Part one, successful, he thought to himself. That was the easiest part.

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Three days later, Squall and Rinoa had everything packed up and the Ragnarok ready for takeoff. They had said goodbye to the others and were now trying to get Angelo away from a hotdog that someone had dropped on the ground just outside the dormitories. Irvine and Quistis were doing the same to Zell.

They finally boarded and took off, and four hours later, landed outside of Winhill.

"It's over there," Squall pointed out the cottage.

It was a beautiful wood cottage surrounded by a large field.

"It's beautiful…" she gasped. He came up behind her and put his arms around her stomach. She turned and hugged him tightly. "Thank you. This is gonna be great!"

"Hey, are you Squall?" They looked to see a middle aged man in the door of the cottage.

"He's the one rented it out to us," Squall explained. "Yeah, that's me. Is it all set?" He asked the man.

"It is. Enjoy." They watched as he walked over to the car parked in the driveway, got in, and took off.

"Well, here we go." And they stepped inside the cottage.

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They had been there for three days, and they were having the time of their lives. Life was so much easier without monsters, battles, sorceresses (evil ones), and Selphie and Irvine all over each other all the time.

Night was falling and this was the night Squall planned on. He had set everything up in the field while Rinoa took Angelo for a walk. He had used his time efficiently and it was perfect.

They were now sitting in the cottage by the fire. Squall had gotten up to get a bottle of wine he had hidden in the basement and came back, hiding it behind his back, and told her he had a surprise for her.

He showed her the bottle. "What's that for?" she asked.

"Us. Come with me." He led her out the door by the hand and brought her into the middle of the field where he had set up a blanket, two white candles, two wine glasses, and a small, black box with gold ribbons wrapped around it.

"What's all this?" She felt strongly for him. This was so unlike him. He most romantic thing he ever did was greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"Sit," he commanded. He guided her to the black box and she sat down in front of it. He sat opposite of her. He poured wine for both of them and handed her a glass. They clinked glasses and sipped.

He put his glass down, his hands now sweaty and his heart beating fast, and picked up the black box and held it in his hands. He looked at her. "I love you," he whispered. He leaned forward and kissed her mouth. They held it for a while, and then he pulled back.

"I want you to have this." He handed her the box. She untied the ribbons and opened it up to find a ring. It had a gold band, and it had a small trio of diamonds that stared up at her.

"Oh my god…" she didn't know what to do.

"Will you marry me, Rinoa?"

She looked up at him. "I….I don't know…I just…" She looked around nervously. "I'm sorry, I think Angelo needs another walk. I have to…I'm sorry, I don't know."

With that she got up and ran back into the cottage and emerged moments later with Angelo and the walked towards town.

Squall put his head in his hands and cried.

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Rinoa walked briskly away. You love him! Why did you get up and leave? She debated over and over in her head whether to go back and throw her arms around him and declare that she loved him and yes, she'd love to be his wife, or to walk right out of this peaceful town and get on the Ragnarok and get out. She almost turned back once or twice, but kept walking. She dragged Angelo along as they reached the small line of houses that lined Winhill.

She walked along the edge of the backs of the houses, occasionally looking inside to see happy families getting ready to go to bed or watching TV together or eating a late dinner. Why did I just get up and walk away like that? She slowed down, and stopped. She was about to turn back and tell him yes, but as she turned, she saw inside the window of the house she was standing next to. What she saw horrified her. Standing the pitch black room were three figures, whose faces could not be seen, wearing dark robes and hoods, and behind them she saw a circle of red candles, and in the center of the circle, a naked, bloody woman with a long sword stabbed into her heart. Before she could run, the three figures turned and looked right at her.

She froze. She saw two of them move towards the door, and suddenly she could move. She ran as fast as she could back towards the direction of the cottage. She turned her head to look back and saw the two hooded figures chasing after her. She was jerked back when Angelo stopped to smell something on the ground. She tried pulling him back, but as she saw the hoods closing in, she left him there.

She sprinted away and turned back to see that there was only one hood was chasing her now. She saw the other strangling Angelo and as she turned back she began to cry. She had Angelo for 6 years, and she loved him like a brother, but now she had her life to worry about, and she quickly forgot about Angelo as a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. The last thing she saw was a fist flying towards her face.

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The first part is done! I have no idea how many chapters there will be or how long it will take. But this is not the last you'll see of this fic. To be continued…