Story of Sibyl
This is about a Hetalia OC named Sibyl. She's Fae's partner in crime. KitkatTenshi and I came up with the idea and she requested this. When Fae insists a bio about her close friend what secrets will she find? Especially if Sibyl somehow knows their Russian captor. Rated T for random gore and language that will show up eventually. Enjoy.
P.S. because someone found this confusing im adding a prologue. hopefully that will make it more understandable.
Prologue:
Fae insisted on me writing dow my story from begining to present in case anything happens to us when we run from Ivan. He's forced us to be his maids and lately weird things have been happening so shes worried. Fae said that this story would be my legacy if anything ever happened to me. It is as much as i know or came to remember. Whoever reads it should know that before the week is done, we will run from this hell hole and never look back.
Chapter 1 Unfortunate childhood
I awoke from another nightmare to see the twilighty daylight shining into my tiny room. Looking over to the antique dresser that sat next to the bed I looked upon the picture of my parents. Their smiling faces made my eyes blur. Laying the picture face down, I slipped out from under the blankets and into the frigid air. Clenching my jaw I managed not to shake long enough to get into the shower. The hot water rained down on me and I thought aloud. "Tomorrow is my sweet 16….9 years since they disappeared and stuck me in this hell hole." With a sigh I stepped once more into the frigid air. "Jeese its cold!" I was clenching my teeth again as I dried and dressed.
People expect Russia to be cold and it is. It's cold in the summer and freezing from fall to spring. I went downstairs and saw my grandmother sitting in the sun warming herself. I went to get started on breakfast. "Доброе утро Miss Тарасова." I smiled at her and for a moment she looked confused about who I was and why I was there.
"Да ... Доброе утро Сивіли. Ваша работа список является в этой борьбе. Я собираюсь м до царица S шар и я Дон t Want You уехать сегодня вечером."
"Да мам." She watched me cook us a quick breakfast then set to work on my chores. She ate her breakfast quietly the disappeared into her room. My grandmother seemed to be stuck in the golden era of our beloved Russia. She continually thinks that I'm a maid in her house. It keeps me off the streets so I go with it. She forced me to take violin and play for her but it kept my hands busy so I didn't complain.
Every morning it was the same. She'd eat breakfast then disappear to her room to prepare for the ball. Around noon the mail came. It was nothing but ads and bills. Only two things stood out to me. One was the invitation to the grand palace that I sent out for her. It was so she could stay in her shining world of balls and grand people. The second was the foreclosure warning. I made lunch and took it to her along with her initiation, setting the warning away with the others.
Two grand wood doors carved by the best were the entry to the master chamber. As for my chambers, it's the room under the stairs. I used to be permitted the guest room but that was only when she remembered I was family. As I made my way down stairs to continue cleaning I hummed a lullaby my mother used to sing. The notes echoed off the walls as I dusted the paintings and other artifacts. I knew what the warning meant. It meant that the last of our recently found fortune was gone. To keep the illusion of money I forged the paintings in our house. Selling the real ones gave us just enough, and my grandmother never noticed the difference.
After picking the painting I went back to her chamber and knocked. "Да?" her voice was high as it always was but it had an undertone of annoyance. She didn't like being disturbed.
"Я пойду в город, чтобы получить бакалею…" She never answered so I left a note and took the horse. I took the pistol just to be safe and was off in a heart beat.
I rode into town at a break-neck speed and stopped at the usual spots. My last stop was to get the supplies for my forgery. I rode slower on the way back enjoying the scenic rout I took. I rode right by an old house. I had never seen anyone work there and at the time I didn't think anyone lived there. Slowly, to see if it was worth breaking and entering, I started up the drive. The ivy was old and crawled up the walls, the snow crunched under my horse's hooves. Its ears flicked and it nickered uneasily.
I heard yelling from behind the door along with running down stairs. Following that sound was an echoing scream. Turning the horse I started away when the first shot was heard. The horse reared and threw me into the door, the loud thud being heard easily in the horrible silence. I got up with a groan and ran after my fleeing horse. It wheeled wildly when the second shot went off. Knocking me over it reared again, its hooves just barely missing my head.
The front door opened as I finally got back on the beast's back. Out of curiosity I turned back and froze. The man standing in the door was just as harsh and cold looking as late December. His face was covered in blood and gore, and his trench coat was spattered with a fine mist of red. His hair shone red like blood, which it was dripping. What had frozen me were his eyes. They were a deep violet, hard and calculating. Even though I was wearing an imperial uniform the only thing he stared at was my eyes.
I forced myself to turn away and as I rode off I heard a gun click and a shot echo. The horse faltered and threw my already bruised body into a very hard tree. I looked at the horse standing next to me, another shot was fired and it fell on me smothering me with blood. I heard the crunch of boots on snow but all I knew was that I was covered and choking on warmth. As the footfalls receded I tried to get the mountain of meet off of me. It was now twilight and I was soaked. Shaking I grabbed what I could carry and walked.
As I walked my footprints left red indentations. My brain which was working in overdrive somehow told me that the red on white was beautiful. I smacked the side of my head and murmured "I can't start thinking like that." When I finally reached home the lights were on. I ran to the light that flooded the vast and cold dark. Bursting through the door I threw wood on the fire.
"Miss Тарасова!" I ran upstairs and knocked on her door. "Miss Тарасова?" I remember how no matter where I looked I couldn't find evidence of her existence that black night. The next morning I went outside to search and found her frozen in the stream behind our house. I sat there and cried for most of the day. I finally got up when I heard someone walking through the snow behind me. I whipped out my pistol and pointed it at my 'guest'. I remember thinking how this was a trick gun, and would only fire once every two blanks. I stared at the man who had nearly killed me last night.
That's all I remember, everything is black after that and to be quite honest I barely remember this. One of those traumatic things that your body and mind suppress.
I woke up with a fresh set of cloths next to me and a ransacked house. All of the artifacts were gone. I was covered in more blood then I remembered. I walked into the kitchen and on the counter was an unopened bottle of vodka with a dark red bow on it. A note written in a scrawling Cyrillic was attached and smeared or written in blood.
От: Vanya
Это помогает
I took the bottle in my blood stained hands and popped the cork. It had a faint smell but nothing too horrible. I took a swig and almost dropped the bottle. Choking it down I felt light headed. Warmth crawled through my veins and my throat and chest burnt. I downed another burning mouthful and numbness came over me. As I packed what few belongings I had I left and never turned back.
artists comments:
ch 2 will be up soon. ^^
Translations:
Да/yes
Miss Тарасова/Miss tarasova
Доброе утро Miss Тарасова/ good morning miss tarasova.
Да ... Доброе утро Сивіли. Ваша работа список является в этой борьбе. Я собираюсь м до царица S шар и я Дон t Want You уехать сегодня вечером/ yes good morning sibyl. your list of chors are on the counter. Im going to the zarina's ball tonight so no leaving the house.
Да мам/yes mam
Я пойду в город, чтобы получить бакалею…/I will be going into town for the groceries.
От: Vanya/from ivan/vanya
Это помогает/ it helps
OK wow! first chapters up please rate and review. hope you like it. oh and if any of my russian translations are wrong please tell me.