Autumn colors
Author: vvilma
Rating: M
Genre: romance, friendhsip, Gakuen-AU, some horror-ish themes
Fandom: APH
Pairing: BulRom/RomBul aka Bulgaria / Romania aka Nikolai Ignatiev / Demitri Anghelescu
Warnings: horror-ish themes at times = some blood and death, smut
A/N: aaaaannndd here I am with another story :D haha, I really don't have that much of them so maybe it's just a good thing to publish something new. Anyways, this is totally a new thing to me, because it's my first fiction where the Nordics aren't the main characters and I'm sooo nervous :D:
Umm. About the names. I've read a couple RomBul-fictions, and they all had different names for these guys. So I decided to choose my own names for them because they don't have 'official' names yet (and because Demitri is the cutest name ever asdfg).
And then something about this fiction. I came up with the idea when I was at school (surprise!) and I was thinking about the upcoming Halloween. So stupid halloween-ish things coming up or something like that.
Decided to put only the prologue up at first. If people aren't interested about this I won't put the other parts up because I'm kinda insecure about this asdfgh.
Enjoy?
Prologue
This depressing town was already the sixth I have been living in. It wasn't a small, sleeping town but it wasn't a big one, either. Its biggest achieve was the international school in the middle of the town, and that was the reason why the town was filled up with many different nationalities, cultures and people.
Me and my family moved here mostly because of the school – my parents said it was a great opportunity to brush up my English skills and make friends from all around the world. Sure, it was a nice idea but my number one reason was to get away from them. I have moved six times and still I refuse to believe they are everywhere. You can't run away from them, can you?
The reason why they was so attracted to me was maybe because I looked like them. But let me be clear: I wasn't like them. They were mean, always smirking and laughing behind your back. They would run after you, calling your name and not even thinking about their appearance. When you saw them, they freaked you out by watching you with their deep eyes, small grin on their lips. They were always there, and they were always ready to scare the shit out of you. They never told when they would come – they came when they felt like coming. They also left you when they felt like doing so, and you couldn't really control them.
But the most annyoing thing about them was the fact that they never actually listened to what you said. You could be nice or mean, at the end it doesn't mattered. They were never pleased and still they always came back to you. It was weird, if they didn't get what they wanted from you why they always came back? You couldn't be any wiser after a day, right?
They were stupid. That's the only realization I have had after a years of dealing with them. And they were in the need of someone who would care about them. And I was way too nice to say 'no'. They were kinda scary after all.
Yes. I'm Demitri Anghelescu and I can see dead people.
