A/N: Hey, this is my story and it took a while to write this first chapter… well, not really. I had to re-watch and re-watch and re-watch the movie to make sure I got my facts right, you know, about Black's Church and blah, blah, blah to make sure I wasn't being too illogical. I really hope you enjoy this chapter, more will be coming, I promise.
Please review and any questions, reviews, or ideas for the story, let me know. Let's hope this goes well. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the My Babysitter's a Vampire characters.
Prologue
Dear Diary, 7 November 1808
Today was my 16th birthday. But I still cannot forget what had happened exactly 11 years ago. The face of my kidnapper is crystal clear. Every feature on his face, every curl in his hair, even the roughness of his voice echoes in my head. Брат (Brother) thought he could cheer me up by giving me yellow carnations. Four years ago, Брат (Brother)had spent the rest of his own money to buy me a ruby necklace, engraved with my name. He thought he could help me forget everything. After all, he's the only family I have and he cares enough to try to help. Nothing could make me forget and I feel like I need to end this suffering.
Брат (Brother)and Cade would not be able to live with themselves if they thought they could have prevented this. But it is not their fault, so if they ever read this entry, please, it is not your fault. I love both of you, and hope you can forgive me for being so selfish as taking my own life.
-АделаидаФедосов (AdelaideFedosov)
Dear Diary, 8 November 1808
Today our house caught fire. I was asleep upstairs, when Брат (Brother) began shaking me. But by the time I had actually woken up, so much smoke had filled my lungs, I could not breathe. That is the last thing I remember, before reawaking in the arms of my neighbor. In a few minutes, the house had been reduced to a pile of rubble, ashes, and smoldering wood and items. There was a very smoky smell that took over the whole field. It takes Брат (Brother) two years to build our house, and it disappeared in a matter of minutes. I had realized Брат (Brother) was not nearby and I began to panic. Then I looked back to the remains of our house and saw him. Брат (Brother) had risked his life to get me out of the house and to safety, then went to inside to retrieve Father's journal with all his notes. I guess the flames swallowed the house before Брат (Brother) could get out.
I have decided that this will be my last entry. I have lost мама (Mother), родитель(Father), and now Брат (Brother). I have no one left, so I will abandon this life. I will leave my ruby necklace and my diary with Cade. I trust him, and hope he can ever forgive himself for not stopping me. So, Goodbye…
-АделаидаФедосов (AdelaideFedosov)
The teacher put down the frayed diary and looked up at the class. "Ahem, so based on what I have just read, what can you conclude about 18th century Russia?" None of the class was paying any attention, they were all either on their phones or talking amongst each other. The teacher sighed, then went and sat down at his desk. Why did he still try to teach them about the beauty of the ancient world? No one ever listened…