An Alfred x Ivan fanfic. I love these two so much!
Hope you guys enjoy...
T for now, maybe M for this chpt's violence and more later on?
Summary: Every Sunday, when Ivan goes into a strange & sadomasochistic state, his sisters lock him in the basement until the day is over. Then, when one event changes Katyusha's belief in her brother's sanity, she enlists the help of a certain American hero.
Prologue
Russia:
Sunday.
Katyusha was afraid of what she'd find inside the basement.
The locked door was only a small barrier and barely enough to contain the person inside if he wished to escape and wreck havoc on the house… What unimaginable horrors would be in the room this time when she walked in to check up on her brother? What state would she find him in? Would he be on the edge of sanity and insanity this time? Would he still have that sadomasochistic desire in his blood, the desire to harm and hurt anyone within a two feet radius of him? Would he hurt her this time…?
No.
Never her brother, never her gentle, sweet brother. She berated herself for having the smallest bit of doubt; Ivan would never intentionally harm anyone. Especially her.
Still, she took a deep breath and braced herself. It would be foolhardy to enter the room without being prepared, even if she trusted Ivan.
Katyusha opened the door a crack and was instantly bombarded by the horrible smell. The smell of fresh blood gone stale, of gore clinging onto the very walls of the room. She resisted the urge to run back the way she came from; instead, steeling her shoulders forward and balancing the tray of food with one hand, she began the climb down the stairs.
"Vanya?" Katyusha called cheerfully. "I've brought some food! You must be hungry…"
She reached the bottom of the stairs and felt the sticky wetness of the floor. The room was dark, shrouded by heavy curtains around the prison-like window, and she was glad that there was no light to see what had happened within this place. There was only silence, met with equal silence from Katyusha, who was trying to pinpoint Ivan's exact location. He sometimes enjoyed hiding in the shadows, ready to attack anyone that walked past him. Though she never had trouble with him; he almost never touched her when he was in this state.
Suddenly, a high, childish laugh emitted from one corner of the room. "Vanya?" Katyusha took a hesitant and blind step forwards to the noise.
"Я не забуду... " his voice echoed around the room. "Я никогда не забуду…"
Katyusha continued her slow and steady walk towards Ivan, who was now laughing again. She could tell he was on the brink of losing every tangible thought in his mind, and she wished time would go by faster. If only it were midnight…
When she finally took the last step, her feet meeting a motionless lump on the ground, Katyusha dropped to the floor and, forgetting about the food, reached her hands out into the dark. His face, as she knew it would, came out of the darkness and settled between her fingers. Eyes softened, she caressed her brother lovingly.
"My sestra," Ivan murmured and his violet-eyes, always glowing a bright and unearthly color, stared up at her. The childishness in his voice was still there, but the sadistic glee in it was slowly fading.
"Oh, Ivan," Katyusha cooed and brought him to her chest. She could see, from the little light that forced its way into the room, that Ivan was completely bathed in blood. "Ivan, Ivan, Ivan…" Without meaning to, tears began to fall from her eyes, and she couldn't help the sob that escaped from her throat.
My poor little brother…
"Do not cry, Katyusha," Ivan said and pulled back from her in horror. He sounded like himself again, but Katyusha knew it was far from being over. "Do not cry for someone who will be long dead after I have finished with him," he continued and she shivered from the darkness in his voice.
"I hurt him a lot," Ivan said. "But it is not enough, I think… I will not let him give way until he has experienced the same things I have… The things I have endured for this country…"
"No," she murmured, and touched his arm pleadingly. "Please do not say that, Ivan. Do not hurt others… I know you better than that, Мой маленький брат. I know your conscience, and you would never do such a thing if you were in your right mind… Do not allow the horrible beast to take control of you."
There was a silence, and Katyusha continued to stare into Ivan's eyes, the only light in the darkness. Such beautiful, violet orbs, but they were now dulling with menace and hatred. Such eyes that once held innocence, but now held only endless, tormenting nightmares.
What could she do… to end that horrible look?
"Nothing," Ivan finally whispered, reading her mind. Reading the question reflected in her eyes. His voice was low and cold, speaking of no emotions nor feelings. He slowly got to his feet and Katyusha saw that his coat was off, in his arms and dripping blood onto the ground and over the body he had been hiding behind him.
Ivan followed her horrified stare and smiled down at the body. A maniacal smile.
"He is still alive," the Russian assured her, and touched her hand softly.
Katyusha couldn't help but tremble away from him, staring at the broken figure on the ground. What… what was this?
Ivan's eyes narrowed and he said, "You are frightened, are you not? You are frightened because, up until now, you did not think I would really harm him. Actually, you did not think I would even use him. Did you, Katyusha?"
She couldn't tear her gaze from that body… that body which was torn and twisted in some many places, couldn't stop looking at the wet ground, full of stains, at the faucet pipe to her left, bent severely down its metal length…
What had he done?
"No," Ivan leaned his head to the side, still smiling at her expression. "You did not think I would. That is very comforting, my sestra. That you would trust me so much… think me so innocent."
Ivan bent down over the body, eyes hidden by his blonde-silver hair. When he straightened up again, Katyusha saw how brilliant those violet orbs were against the darkness- wide with insanity and glee. "But I am not so," Ivan whispered, "And I will finish this job."
That was when she finally looked down at his pants. And she finally realized, and even if she had avoided looking so as not to believe it… she knew she couldn't deny it any longer. There was a dark stain of blood on him, in the area where he had violated the body, entered the man without permission and pressed all his desires and pain into the broken, limp thing.
Oh God.
Katyusha refused to believe it… to believe that her sweet little brother had done a thing like this. Something so horrible… something so monstrous. But she knew, as she'd known when Natalia had screamed at her, the night of the first attack, about the truth of Ivan's desires, of his crazed and demented state that only happened every Sunday.
Every Sunday since 1905.
"Ivan…"
Now he was reaching for the metal pipe again, still with that sick, twisted grin on his face. Katyusha felt so numb, couldn't move, couldn't even open her mouth to speak anymore.
She watched as he brought the weapon up. Watched as it slammed down over the man's skull, fracturing the bone into a bloody lump, until pieces of white dust and blood entwined. Watched as the liquid trickled down and around her feet, creating a large pool of red. Staring down at it, she saw her reflection the murky water, the empty look on her face, heard Ivan's moan of pleasure at the pain he was inflicting upon his victim, the pain that encircled and ravaged his own heart…
Tears, falling from her eyes, mixing with the pool, blurring her vision and the room around her. Until all she saw was the creature her brother had become. Not innocent anymore, not her sweet Vanya; but a horrible monster, a monster who was slowly dying inside. A monster who needed to be stopped.
Katyusha didn't know how she managed to extract herself from the corner. She had no idea how she escaped Ivan's burning, wild eyes, how she didn't just break down when she ran up the stairs and heard him call out to her in that small, confused voice of his. "Katyusha?" he had said, the childishness in his voice overwhelming, "where are you going?" How did she get out that room, out of such a horrific scene, without so much as a backwards glance? Leaving her brother in that suffocating hell, in a place where only darkness stretched on and on into a meaningless abyss…
"Katyusha…"
She was at the foot of the basement now, the door closed. What a flimsy barrier it was; it could not stop the images that flashed through her mind. It would never let her forget what she had witnessed today.
Katyusha numbly turned at the sound of Natalia's voice. Her younger sister's eyes were full of concern.
"This is a stupid question…" Natalia murmured and took a step to her. "But are you okay?"
…No. I'm not. And I do not think I will ever be again.
And just as suddenly, the tears came.
Natalia was there in an instant. As they fell, she felt her sister's arms around her, hugging her tightly. They both closed their eyes, Katyusha's sobs racking Natalia's body. Through her tears, she saw the clock on the wall give a flicker of light.
12:00 am.
It was Monday now.
In a few minutes, Ivan would come up the stairs with a sweet and lovely smile on his face. His face caked with blood and gore, he would hug his sisters and question why Katyusha was crying. He would wonder if they were going to eat soon, tilt his head to the side in that adorable way of his, and he would try his best to seem oblivious to everything that had happened earlier. But Katyusha knew. She'd see the dullness in his eyes, the hurt and agony in his heart, the pain and guilt he would feel at his actions. Actions that he never intended to do, never wanted to do, and seeing those things in his eyes, she would hurt too.
No… it was far too late now. They could not erase what had happened.
The tears continued to slip down Katyusha's cheeks, soaking her scarf with its heavy dampness… until all she felt was the sorrow of it encasing her, choking her down.
"We must… do something… for him…" she whispered.
Natalia nodded slowly. "I know."
But, Katyusha looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes, what can we do?
Translations:
Я не забуду - I won't forget
Я никогда не забуду - I will never forget
Мой маленький брат - my little brother
sestra - sister
A/N: Might be a stupid question, but anyone know what 1905 is? [: Obvious hint: *points at title*
If there are mistakes in the Russian, please notify meh!
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