Ok, I was pretty much just walking one day, and I couldn't help but think about VA because it was snowing (where I'm from), and the trees were so pretty and white, and it was just a long quiet walk. It kind of made me think of Rose, while on her journey to find Dimitri, through the vast, wintery Russia. And that is where I got my inspiration, i guess?
Now trust me, I've never finished a story and I can be a disappointment when it comes to updating :) So you're warned.
Disclaimer: not mine. Richelle Mead's.
It's been months...days.
But it felt like years...forever.
I lost track of everything; the days, my appearance, my sanity, everything. Because, the day I dropped out and walked free from the confinements of those iron gates, I only had one track in mind. I've got to help him.
It pained me to think of the truth in those words, because I wasn't really going to help him. I was going to... kill him.
I knew then, and I know now, that it was going to be a difficult task. It wasn't the fact that I was getting a lot of practice on the Strigoi, that would always seem to sneak up and try to end my life somehow, but the fact that every time I walked away from a new kill, it made me realize that I was still alive for a reason, and that meant, I had to keep going.
The difference was though, that I knew nothing of those Strigoi before I took , somewhat, of their life from them.
With..him, It felt like I saw his whole life behind these eyes, I've felt his life beneath my touch and I lost his life when...
I couldn't think it.
I hugged my coat tighter to my body, as the wind gusted like it felt my pain, and needed to torture me even more than I was already.
I always knew that Russia was an arctic wasteland, but I never knew why he had missed it so much, until I came here.
It felt like everything that reminded me of him, was just thrown at my face at once.
The warm smiles of the people-- albeit the cold weather, the russian accents that I would hear as I asked nearby people where the next train was, the old-fashioned buildings that stood tall... it all just reminded me of one person.
As I continued to walk past these buildings, I decided that I was hungry. I found a small restaurant, where not many people were eating, but enough that I had the impression that the food was decent.
I stopped myself short, as I caught sight of the reflection of an eighteen year old girl in the glass window with rough hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. She looked like she had been through a lot. And she had.
It was me.
I hadn't had the chance to look at my reflection much, since I left the academy. So I ran one hand through my hair, thinking that that one hand could solve my problem. I gave up and went inside.
I seated myself at a table. A pretty woman who looked in her mid twenties, approached my table with a nice smile and a paper and pen in hand.
"Privet" she greeted. I was so accustomed to hearing that these days that I figured it was hello in Russian.
"Privet, " I answered.
She must have figured I was american because she tried her best to speak english.
"Woulds you like umm... dreenk? "
I smiled at her attempt, "I'll just have water, please"
"Ah yes, ok. " She turned on her heel so briskly as to leave me at once, but halted before taking another step , as she remembered something.
"Oh, I forget, here is menu." she handed me the menu, and turned to once again leave so quickly that regardless of whether she has been working there for years, it was still pretty quick for somebody of her appearance.
I already knew what I wanted so I turned to look out the glass window, envying the people as they walked by. I watched as these people strode down the streets, looking like they knew where they were going, and noticing that somehow, each and every one of them seemed to have a happy air to them . I envied that.
Before I could ponder more, the kind waitress was back in no time with my water.
"Woulds you know what you would like, pud'rooga?" I was guessing that was something along the lines of "friend", because the way she said it seemed like I was a long time friend, just visiting her home.
I gave her my order and she quickly turned to leave again, but I stopped her this time. She was surprised when I called out, but then smiled a genuine smile.
"Sorry, if you don't mind me asking..." I was looking for a name tag, but apparently she didn't have one.
"Nadezhda " She said it like nah-DYEZH-dah, but I was afraid to even repeat that in case of insulting her. She read my hesitation.
"But Nadya it is what they calling me. You are having a concern?"
"Oh, no no. It 's just.." I paused, moving all my hair to one side as I tried to put my question together without looking idiotic. It reminded me of another time that I had to ask this type of question, and I had felt like an idiot at that time too. That memory felt so distant.
She looked at my bare neck, noticing something, then answered my unfinished question.
"Yes, pud'rooga. I am dhampir. "
Nadezhda is an actual common Russian name and Nadya is the actual nickname. and yess I looked it up. :)
time immemorial
-noun.
long past, beyond memory or record.
That's what the title means.
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