It was quiet outside of the cemetery. There was not a single soul out on the street besides Alfred and the other man. Not even a single car passed them in the long moments that Alfred stood in front of him simply panting as he stared up at his unmoving face. The younger man's fists were balled at his sides tightly and his shoulders were raised up in a defensive sort of stance even as he shook with a mix of anger and now fear. He could see the man smiling down at him and the sight would have been sort of funny to Alfred considering the situation, but there was something off about it that had Alfred's confidence quickly fading.

Taking a step back from the man, Alfred opened his mouth and then closed it again when the other raised up a hand. The younger watched as the man turned and waved his hand as if to tell Alfred to follow him. He stared for a second at the back of the man before he glanced around and followed him into the cemetery.

It was a surprisingly long walk through the cemetery and Alfred found himself marveling at the sheer size of the place. He took a few moments to pass his eyes over some graves before he would quicken his pace to catch up with the long strides of the taller man. When his eyes were not focused on the graves, they were looking over the man that walked in front of him while he wondered what had possessed him to follow the other. The man was tall and he seemed rather bulky in size though Alfred couldn't quite be sure as the man wore a large tan trenchcoat that did a good job of hiding the man's figure.

Alfred wondered for a second on how easy it would be for the other to shove him into a car and keep him there. He was startled from the thought, however, when they actually came to a car on the other side of the cemetery. The man had opened the door for him and was now smiling at him expectantly.

The boy backed up a few paces into the cemetery and nearly fell over onto his butt. He could feel the odd purple gaze of the other digging into his form. Once again, he felt himself moving forward as the feeling of rage from before filled the boy's body. It was suddenly as if getting in the car was a challenge that he couldn't back down from. In seconds, he was in the back of the car and the door was shut tightly behind him. He stared out the window for a moment before he seemed to come out of a trance, his hands shooting out to the handle to try forcing the door open.

After a few moments of struggling with the door, he slumped back in his seat and watched the man get into the front of the car. Alfred would have lunged for the passenger seat, but the grate between the front and back of the car was the obvious downfall of that plan. He glanced out the window once more and felt panic well inside of himself as the car began to move. Thinking back to all of the things that his mother had told him about these situations, he quickly pulled his phone from his pocket to dial the emergency line.

A voice from the front seat stopped him just as he opened up the dialing screen. "I would not be doing that, Alfred. I am only trying to help you," the man said, voice deep with warning even as it managed to remain oddly sweet.

Alfred stared up into the rearview mirror to see the man's eyes looking back at him and he relaxed slightly. At least there was one fear gone: the man wasn't psychic. Slowly, Alfred closed out of the screen and he set the phone in his lap until the man looked away. He then focused on keeping his voice steady as he finally spoke, "You're trying to help me? Who are you? I don't even know you."

He could see the other man's eyes flick to him once more in the mirror at the questions before he looked back to the road. Alfred turned his head slightly to the side, glancing out the window once the man looked away. They were in the rich part of the city, he noted, watching as all the large houses went by outside of the window. It was a long time before the man responded and Alfred nearly missed it as he was too busy watching the city pass by the window. They were on a route out of town and that fact alone nearly had Alfred in tears.

"My name is Ivan," the man said, looking back at Alfred through the rearview mirror even as the boy continued to stare out the window. His eyes flickered back to the road after a second and he continued, "I will explain more when we get to a place that is more comfortable for chatter."

Alfred nodded slowly and he tried pulling at the handle of the car once more, though it was no use. He silently cursed whoever had come up with childlock doors. Slumping back in his seat once again, Alfred let out a deep sigh and let a few tears slip down his face as his eyes closed tightly. His arms came up to hold himself as he felt his throat burn as his want to cry rose. He felt horrible and like there was absolutely no hope in that moment. Alfred's blue eyes flickered up to the mirror once more to find Ivan staring at him, a smile on his face.

"Where are you taking me?" Alfred said, his voice shaking as more tears forced their way down his cheeks. He vaguely wondered if this Ivan was some sort of sociopath or psychopath. The boy remembered something about them being two different things, but he wasn't sure what it was. "I have a brother at home and a mother I barely see. Mom is coming home soon. I-I want to see her, so just let me go, okay? I won't tell or a-anything."

"нет, you will be staying with me for a while," Ivan said, his voice was once again firm though still remained sweet to the younger man. Alfred could see his hands tighten on the wheel and he shrunk back into the seat nervously. He felt so defenseless at that moment and so unlike himself. He wasn't sure what to think or do. His eyes glanced back down at his phone that sat in his lap.

Blue eyes glanced up at the mirror once again and he reached down to toy with it. He rubbed his thumb over the back of it before passing it to his other hand. He hummed softly as he did so and he felt himself start to relax slightly. The teen soon felt himself growing tired, however, eyes closing as he leaned back in his seat. Soon enough, the world seemed to fall away from Alfred and he felt himself engulfed in a warm light. It wrapped itself around him and caressed his face gently even as the boy struggled slightly against it. However, soon enough, he felt himself relax in it. Calm washed over his form and he let out a soft sigh in his sleep.

"Don't worry, Alfred," the light muttered to him and Alfred could have sworn the voice sounded familiar. He couldn't bring himself to care though as he snuggled closer to it. The touch wrapped around him felt like soft feathers and he found the feeling very comforting. It was almost like it was something that he'd felt before. "I'm coming to save you. I'll explain things when I find you...Stay safe and do not listen to that man. Wake up now. You need to find a way out."

When the voice faded away, Alfred's eyes slowly opened and he sat up on a soft mattress. He took a few moments to look around the large room from his spot before he slid his feet off the side. It seemed that the other had been taking him to a more comfortable place, but Alfred was still unsure why and if he could trust the man that had stolen him. He was severely confused, though glad that he had not been killed in his sleep.

Feeling oddly calm, the boy checked each of his pockets for his phone and found it missing. He sighed, though he made no other indication of his frustration at the loss of his device. Instead, he got up and headed towards the only door in the room which led him out into a hallway with a large staircase in the middle. He made his way towards the stairs, though the sound of voices stopped him at the top and he turned towards one of the doors that sat on the opposite side of the hall.

Alfred thought about ignoring them, though something told him that the voices might tell him about his situation and he inched towards the door. He stood to the side of it, back against the wall and head tilted towards the noise as he listened. There seemed to be two people talking, but Alfred had no clue who either of the voices belonged to as they sounded too feminine to be Ivan's.

"I can't believe that he brought him here," one of the voices hissed, a thunking noise sounding shortly after.

"Natalya, do not be so harsh. He wants to help the poor boy," another voice came, this one sweeter and calmer.

"And he will get us all killed," Natalya hissed back, Alfred shrinking away from the door at the harshness.

"I am sure that he has taken the precautions," the sweet one said, sighing lightly.

A tsk came from within the room and Alfred had to wait a few moments for the conversation to continue. It was small talk for a few seconds, started by the sweet one, before the Natalya woman cut in. Her voice was like a never ending hiss as she talked to the other. Alfred almost felt bad for whoever this other woman was.

"Big brother is so stupid. We should just kill the boy and get this all over with," she hissed.

"He could be of use in Hell," the sweet woman said, a clicking noise beginning in the room as she spoke.

"He could be of use in Hell," Natalya mocked, unaware of the ever confused teen standing on the other side of the door. "He could also be of use in Heaven and big brother is putting us all in jeopardy by giving him a choice!"

"Natalya, that is enough," the sweet one suddenly spoke up, her voice sounding only slightly ticked as the clicking stopped. "Our brother has his reasons. He was not given a choice when he became…"

Her voice stopped and Alfred wondered for a moment if he had been detected before he realized that her voice had just gotten much quieter. He leaned closer to the door and tried to hear more clearly, but he couldn't catch anything that was then being said by the two women. Slowly, he made it so that he could peer through the slightly open door and he stared, wide eyed, at the two figures that sat within the room. He didn't even notice that a gasp had escaped him until the door was fully open and the shorter of the two women stood in front of him, a hand around his neck.

"See, this is the problem. These humans are dull and will do stupid things," Natalya hissed and Alfred continued to stare at her with wide eyes. He could see the other woman approaching with a cautious smile. His hands came up to clutch at the hand around his neck, though he found that it only made it restrict his airway more. As he did so, he focused his eyes on the horrid features of the two women: horns, wings, and devil's tail.

"Let….go," Alfred managed to get out, struggling against her as she began to push him back towards the stairs.

"Natalya," the woman behind her called, her face twisted into one of worry as she attempted to grab onto the smaller girl in order to stop her.

"I will make it look like an accident," she said, "Big Brother will never have to know and Hell will no longer have to deal with these little brats."

Tears were now in Alfred's eyes as he struggled for air. He twisted his body and tried his best to stop himself from going backwards, but the woman holding him was just way too strong for her size. When another voice came to his ears in a loud boom, he felt himself slump to the ground and he clutched at his throat as air reached his lungs once more. His eyes came up to focus on the tall figure standing just down the hallway. "Ivan," he groaned, noting the horrid demonic features that also adorned the large man.

"Natalya," Ivan said, sweetly as he looked over the two women and then down to the crumpled form of Alfred. He seemed to not be upset by his voice, but his smile seemed to show a whole different story as he reached out to grab onto Natalya's arm. She seemed to look afraid for a moment, though it quickly turned to anger and she pulled away to escape down the hall with the other woman in tow.

It was only a few seconds before Ivan was down on Alfred's level, his head cocked to the side with a much softer smile on his face. "Alfred, are you hurt?" he asked, reaching out to softly set a hand on Alfred's head.

The teen was trembling and his eyes focused on Ivan as if he was a ghost, or more, a demon. "What are...What is…" Alfred tried, though his voice cut out and he struggled to get to his feet. Ivan rose with him and he quickly wrapped an arm around the teen before he could stop him. After a few awkward moment, the teen was finally brought back to his room by the other where he got on the bed and curled up tightly around himself.

"This has to all be a weird nightmare, either that or it's a really stupid crazy prank," Alfred muttered, burying his face in his knees as he listened to Ivan shuffle around the room. When a weight finally settled on the bed, Alfred looked up to stare at the normal Ivan from the car.

"I did not want you to find out this way, but it seems that this is how it was supposed to go. It is not a prank or a nightmare," Ivan began and Alfred shifted so that he could sit beside the other. Alfred seemed as though he was in denial, which was understandable to Ivan. This was a large thing to suddenly be confronted with.

"What are you?" Alfred asked, abruptly, before Ivan could continue in his thoughts or in his explanation.

"A demon," Ivan responded and Alfred let out a dry laugh before he stood up from the bed to storm towards the door which he quickly found was locked. He turned to Ivan with a deep frown and held out his hand expectantly. "I'm sure you have more questions."

"I don't have time for stupid jokes," Alfred said, glaring around the room. "Just let me out of here. I want to go."

Ivan seemed to look upset for a moment before he stood up and wandered over to a cabinet in the corner of the room. Alfred's eyes followed his every move, but Ivan didn't seem to care as he brought out two glasses and a bottle from the cabinet. One of the glasses, he held out to Alfred.

"No, I don't think so," he growled and Ivan set the glasses down on the cabinet before he opened the bottle to take a swig of the clear alcohol that was inside.

"I will answer all of your questions if you will trust me," Ivan said, sitting down on the bed once more.

Alfred seemed to look skeptical before he sighed and sat down on the bed beside the other. His eyes glared at the door which caused Ivan to chuckle. "Shut up," Alfred said, Ivan slowly quieting.

"Alright," Ivan muttered, "What do you want to know?"