Hehe, well now it's time for a REAL Anya story.. hehe rated for language and a bit of well, Anya and Dimitri "fun" XDDD

Vladimir was happily walking out to his automobile, his keys jingling in the left hand and humming some sort of a tune to himself. As he passed a young couple embracing by a street pole his thoughts wandered to the two young lovers he knew that were currently living in Russia. "I wonder how Anya and Dimitri are doing." He pondered finally turning the corner. It was rather tight parking along the street he had been on so he was forced to park within the back alleyway. He passed a local newspaper stand and a certain headline caught his eye.

"Anastasia: Where is Russia's princess hiding?"

He shook his head in disbelief at it. The Dowager empress had told everyone that Anya had just turned out to be just another fake look alike of the Grand Duchess and thus allowing her and Dimitri to flee back to St. Petersburg. He paid a ruble to get a copy of the story. As he read on in the article, apparently they believed her to be living as a merchant in Moscow with her uncle Boris. He laughed a good yet somewhat dry laugh at the paper before disregarding it into a trash bin.

"Hehe, Anya and Dimitri are good and safe." He smiled as he had finally reached his automobile and went to unlock the door. He heard a small rustling from behind him before his entire world went dark.

"Ugh, where am I?" He glanced around to discover that his attacker had apparently carried him to some sort of a warehouse. He just then saw a silhouette move out of the corner of his eye. "Who's there?!"

"Relax Vlad, man you sure are quite tense. Unlike once you have drunken nearly your weight in some Vodka." The man who stepped out of the shadows was rather tall and very slender. His thick brown hair was pushed back from his forhead and he wore a rather nice looking suit. "Vladi, it's been what nearly twelve long years?"

"Edven abskovich? Is that you?!" he stared at his old friend in amazement. He had known Edven from long ago, but he was only twenty back then and another member of the imperial court like himself. "Why did you attack me?"

Edven took off his gloves and shoved them deep inside the pockets before retracting a small photo. "I do believe that you know of the fact that Anastasia Romanov is the only remaining heir to the throne." Vlad immediately knew what was happening and that he wouldn't tell anything to him. "Well, it said in the news papers before they were considered a "misprint" that two Conmen found and recovered the Grand Duchess. And one of them is you."

"I know what you seek and no I know nothing of where the "Real" Grand Duchess is!" Before Vlad could let out another word he was slapped hard across the face.

"Stop telling me these lies!!" Edven then regained his composure and grew an arrogant smug across his face. "What of these letters to a certain "Anya and Dimitri?" Who are they exactly?" He asked even more arrogantly.

"Go to hell.." Vlad said trying to shake off the slap effect. But it was no use as Edven kneed him in the chest. He writhed in pain. As he lay there on the floor Edven chuckled slightly at his misery.

"Listen Vlad, I'm going to find and restore the Grand Duchess to the throne, force if need be. You can help me, or you don't have to. Either way I'll find her and possibly him." He added. Suddenly another man came into the room. He was taller and much more burly than Edven. He seemed a lot like some sort of a body guard. In his fist he was clutching some papers.

"St. Petersburg eh?" Edven chuckled. "I knew that the Dowager would be the key in finding the princess and her apparently prince. I believe this must be Dimitri eh?" He showed a picture to Vlad's face as he lay there on the floor. It must have been taken on the boat because the background was starry filled sky with Anya and Dimitri holding tightly to eachother. Anya's face was slightly tinted with a certain blush and she was leaning on Dimitri, who openly was accepting her company. He smiled briefly before turning back to anger yet again.

"You leave them alone! All they want is to live a simple life!" Vlad begged with Edven. "Please, she doesn't want to take the throne! Even the Empress respected her wishes!" He called out yet again at him.

Edven looked down at him one final time before shooting him a grin and walking off. "Just leave him in some alleyway." He said to the man. "Do I need to ya know?" he made the signal across his throat. Vlad knew that symbol and immediately began to think this was the end. Anya and Dimitri would never even know what was coming and he would not even be able to warn them of this ongoing uprising.

"Trust me Vlad, I will accomplish this mission of seating her in the proper place right along with him, even if they do not wish to take the throne." And that was the last thing Vlad heard before his world faded yet again.

It was a rather brisk morning in St. Petersburg. Snow was gently falling and dusting the already snowridden pathes and buildings around the area. Anya's blue eyes fluttered open and she stretched slightly looking over at Dimitri who's face was buried into the covers. She smiled at her husband before removing the blankets off her and beginning to slide out of the bed. She was stopped by someone's hand on her arm; she looked back to see Dimitri.

"Where are you sneaking off to?" He grinned at her pulling her back into the bed with him. He snuggled closer to her and began kissing her neck.

"Dimitri, we've only been up like, five minutes." He still continued to kiss her neck tenderly moving to her shoulder. "Don't you have work?" she tried another excuse even though she was not really wanting him to stop at all.

"Nope, four day weekend. Thanks to my boss, I kinda helped him with his marriage situation. Trust me, he knows nothing about buying gifts for women." He grinned at her again. "So, can we start the weekend early?" he ran his hands up her arms. She smiled back at him and nodded.

He crawled ontop of her gently and began to deeply kiss her lips as his hands ran across her back and onto her hips. Anya moaned a little as his lips continued to move around on her neck. He grinned as he heard her. He loved every motion and sound she gave him.

After about an hour of their constant fooling around she sat up and looked at the clock. "As fun as this has been Dimitri I really must go meet Emily today. I promised." She said before giving him one last kiss on the lips and running off to go and get ready to meet her friend for a lunch.

Dimitri had made himself some coffee and was feeding Pooka as she emerged from the bedroom. She was wearing the blue dress he had bought her with the belt wrapped tightly around her waist. Underneath she wore her stocking but with better shoes than the small ugly brown boots she used to have. Her hair was pulled up high into a bun, since when she left it down more people seemed to notice her Romanov-like features.

"Ya know, even with a bun hairdo you still look just like yourself." Dimitri said admiring his wife from head to foot. As he moved a bit closer she backed up.

"Oh no, not for now." She noted his closeness to her.

"What, can I help that I want to be near you every minute?" he grinned taking her into his arms. She blushed slightly and kissed him once lightly before heading out the door.

As she headed out of their apartment complex she looked inside her purse. She couldn't believe her grandmama sent her and Dimitri money every month and also had purchased their apartment for them. But Marie wouldn't take no for an answer she especially wanted to make sure they were supported incase by some miracle Anya became pregnant.

Anya was reminded of that sad fact nearly everyday. She and Dimitri tried so hard to conceive. Time after time they tried but it had only been a year and still no child. She got so frustrated by it all she finally went to go see a doctor. With their new advances in medicine they finally told Anya what was wrong and said that she would be lucky if they were able to have any child of their own. She was defective. Anya kicked at some snow thinking about this fact. Dimitri had taken it well but still she constantly thought of herself to blame. She wiped away those thoughts as she was greeted by her friend in the marketplace.

"Hello Anya!"

As she walked over to meet and greet Emily she had little idea that she was being watched by someone. Stalked by a certain man. A man who was on a mission.

"There you are Princess." He muttered under his breath.

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