Warning: Major BeleLiet here. This story really isn't a RussLiet. It's more of a BeleLiet with love, but interactions are more RussLiet. Like most of the story, everything is caused by Ivan. You want RussLiet the love pairing? Go read To Serve Insanity, that has eventual pairing (That I've yet to write) or Coriander and Feverfew. (I hope you don't mind I did that~)
If anyone cares, there is a story Neeky-chan is writing that's for the OC characters called Snow Tainted With Blood. Yeah... Enjoy the story. Kinda crappy, but, meh. Ivan's kind of a complete asshole in this one. But he gets better next chapter! Promise!
Crappy beganning is crap.
Things continued on like normal for the brunette vampire. With the exception of getting into several spats with Gilbert, he avoided punishment well enough. And if Ivan was angry about Gilbert knocking him out to prevent him from carving into Toris' chest, he did nothing about it.
But today, Toris gathered all his courage together, and knocked on Natalia's door.
"M-Ms. Arlovskaya, ehh...um. Would you g-go on a date with me?" Toris shook while Natalia stood wide eyed at him.
"No." And she slammed the door in his face. Toris was sad, but he decided to try again tomorrow.
The next day he asked again.
"Ms. Arlovskaya, um, w-will you please go on a d-date with me?"
"No." And she slammed the door once more in his face."
He was turned down twice now, but being enslaved for eternity would be worse if he couldn't at least be with the girl of his dreams.
He took a deep breath, and the next day, he knocked on the door once more.
"Ms. Arlovskaya! Please go on a date with me!" Toris near demanded, and Natalia smirked.
"Okay. I will. But what will you do, slave, to make it a date? You can't exactly leave the premises."
Toris grinned, "I already planned on that! Leave it all to me!" he smiled as she laughed and shut the door.
"Come get me at six." She said through the door.
"Okay! I'll be here at exactly six! Not a minute later, not a minute to soon!" Toris walked down the hall, a little jump in each step. Nearing the kitchen to make dinner for each other he froze.
Oh shit. Ivan.
He most defiantly didn't seem like the man that would let a servant date his sister. Especially since he was also the master of the servant.
Toris could ask, but, no. He couldn't risk Ivan telling him no.
The two would have to have their date in secret.
Yes! That is what he must do! Toris began making the food, on which he decided to make potato dumpling stew.
It was 5:58 and Toris stood down the hall, waiting to walk down to the door. He glanced at the grandfather clock. Still 5:58. He suddenly became self conscious. He was really beginning to look like a slave now. His clothes were ragged and frayed. His hair wasn't brushed and he was dirty from cleaning out the fire place earlier.
"Toris? Are you out there?" Toris jumped at the man's voice.
"Y-yes master?" Toris responded weakly. He knew he was going to be late for his date now.
"Come here." Ivan said, Toris looked to the right and saw Ivan down another hall. Toris shakily walked down the hall. Suspecting Ivan found out about the date.
"Y-yes m-master? W-what c-can I-I do for you?" Toris tried not shake, but he wasn't fond of getting beat.
"Give me a hug" Toris almost screamed from shock when he heard this.
"Wh-what?" Toris cried. This is what Ivan wanted?
"Now, before I lose my patience and make you do something." Ivan opened his arms. Not wanting to deny his master something, Toris opened his arms also and wrapped them around Ivan.
Toris feared the embrace would never break. He finally shoved Ivan away when he felt fangs sink into his neck.
"OW! W-why would you do that?" Toris gripped his neck, glaring harshly at Ivan.
"I'm sorry... I was... marking you..." Ivan's face flushed with embarrassment.
"Marking me? W-why? Like branding a cow?-" Toris freaked.
"Sorta..."
"-That's just cruel and disgusting!" Toris stopped himself when he saw a sad look in Ivan's eyes. But Ivan didn't do anything over what Toris said, he just walked away, mumbling to himself.
Toris ran down the hall, trying to stop the blood coming from his neck. He glanced at the clock. 6:04. Damn it! He brushed himself off, dirt literally floofing off in little puffs. He knocked on the door.
Natalia opened the door. She wore a stunning navy blue dress. The shoulders poofed up and the sleeves clung to her arms, showing off how tiny she was. A black and white striped bow wrapped around her waist, the upper part of the dress buttoned down. The dress ended at her knees, as she wore black tights to cover up any bare skin, showing she was a lady, not a slut. Short black heels and a white bow in her hair made her look absolutely gorgeous.
"Whoa..." Toris stared in awe. He shamefully admitted to himself that he wanted to touch her in many disturbing ways.
"Here, slave. Wear this." She handed Toris a black suit. Toris eyes widened at the quality of the fabric, it was something he would have back home in Lithuania...
"I'll be right back-"
"Change in my room. I don't want brother to find out about this." Natalia pulled him in. "Just change in my bathroom. Don't touch anything; slave, unless you're clean." Toris was shoved into the bathroom. Slightly hurt and her continuously calling him 'slave' and not by his real name.
It felt good to wear something other than that uniform Eduard gave him so long ago. He turned on the sink and washed his hands, Natalia's comment making him feel dirty. He slicked back his hair, only for it to be stubborn and to fall into his eyes once more. He sighed and left the bathroom, carrying his uniform.
"Hmm, you clean up good, slave. I want to see what sort of night you'll give me. Let's go." Natalia crossed her arms and smirked. Toris quickly nodded and held his arm out, which Natalia smirked and took his arm, leaning into him softly.
"I-I'm sorry, but I don't want mas-Ivan to find out. W-we'll eat in the kitchen." Toris stood outside the door which led to the kitchen.
"A little unclassy." Natalia scrunched up her nose, while Toris opened the door for Natalia.
"I-I know, but master..." Toris walked in after Natalia entered.
"I have never been in here." Natalia looked around, greatly fascinated with the kitchen. "Servants have always...served me."
"R-really? Back in my old home, I went into the kitchen. But the servants usually kicked me out..." Toris pulled out a chair for Natalia, where the servants table was in, with a white table cloth and candles adorned the table, in somewhat of a pathetic attempt to make the date romantic. One bowl was on the table, and Natalia sat down in the chair, her back perfectly straight, and not a hair out of place.
Toris grabbed the pot of stew, and poured some into Natalia's bowl, before he placed the pot back on the stove, turning it off.
"You are not eating?" Natalia waited until Toris sat down across from her before taking the spoon and bringing it to her lips.
"I can't taste food, how is the soup?" Toris grinned.
"Potato dumpling stew. It's my favorite. How did you know that?" Natalia looked up at Toris.
"I-I just... I went to Belarus one year with my father for business. And we had that. I later was taught how to make it by a servant." Toris blushed. "I-I'm sorry, I keep talking about myself..."
"It's fine. A date is how you get to know another person." Natalia took another bite of soup.
"Y-yeah... So, t-tell me about yourself." Toris rested his hands on his chin.
"My favorite colour is blue. I love my brother Ivan, who saved me when my parents died. He's not really my brother..." Natalia put her spoon down. "I'm done."
"You barely ate..."
"I said I'm done." Natalia glared. Toris looked down and took her bowl, placing it in the sink. Brother or not, Natalia had the same icy glare as Ivan that could send chills down your spine.
It was dark out, and was one of the best times for Toris to go outside for fresh air.
"Let's go for a walk, Ms. Arlovskaya." Toris held his hand out, and helped her up.
"You're quite the gentleman, for a slave." Natalia smirked, it was as if she was testing him.
"Thank you, I try." Toris sucked up the humiliating name she called him, he wanted to be with her, and he would put up with anything she put him through. He loved everything about her.
The two walked around the mansion, it was almost perfect, but there was something missing.
"Lets go to the barn!" Toris said excitedly, he took Natalia's hand and ran there. Natalia smiled at how happy he was. He really was such a sweet man, she knew he didn't deserve the treatment Ivan gave him.
"I like barns... the smell of animals, and grains... It is refreshing, no?" Toris smiled at Natalia, as they stepped into the barn. Natalia admitted to herself that the cool dampness was rather nice.
They walked to the far end of the barn, and to a tall haystack. Looking at, something caught Toris' eye. Natalia pulled his arm, but Toris still stared intently into the haystack. Natalia was about to kick him before Toris reached in and pulled something out of the pile of hay.
It was a needle.
A needle in a haystack.
Natalia and Toris both stared at the needle, as if it was a figment of their imagination and it would turn into hay if they stared long enough.
"Damn." Natalia said, wide eyed with amazement.
At that moment, a crash came from the front of the barn, sending a few chickens into shock, fluttering and squawking. Toris acted on instinct and grabbed Natalia by the waist and hid behind the haystack. Natalia sat on Toris' lap, as to not get anything on her dress. The two held their breath, thinking it was Ivan and he had discovered their location and date.
But after nearly five minutes, Natalia stood up and peeked out, noticing it was only a loss of balance in milk buckets. Natalia turned to Toris, going back to sitting on his lap, but grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to the ground, placing her lips upon his own.
Toris was wide eyed with shock. But as the scene registered, he closed his eyes, and kissed back, wrapping his hands around her waist. The kiss became more passionate, as Toris began to take more of the lead. Toris moved on top of Natalia, as Natalia removed the coat from Toris' figure. The brunette got the idea and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. Natalia removed Toris' tie and unbuttoned his shirt, she began kissing his bare chest, running her hand up and down his chest until he removed the bow around her waist and finished buttoning her dress.
She reached the scar left from Ivan carving Cyrillic into his chest; she traced the lettering with her finger, before Toris moved her hand, in attempt to get her to ignore it. It was rather embarrassing.
Natalia shrugged her dress off her shoulders and stood there in her lacey bra and black tights, which Toris could see quite clearly now only went up to mid thigh. He began kissing her bare shoulders, moving upwards, continuously kissing her. He made his way up to her neck, when his vampire instinct kicked in and he bit her. Love nips, not hard enough to draw blood. Natalia moaned, the soft bites seeming to turn her on. She grabbed his shoulders and began to slip his shirt off.
"I love you Toris."
Claw-like hands shoved Natalia to the ground, and tore Toris off of Natalia, slamming him into a wooden banister.
"Natalia! How dare you try to have sex with a servant!" Ivan screamed. "Don't you freaking realize what he is? It's disgusting to even fathom having you as a sister who wanted to have sex with...with a slave!" Ivan motioned frantically in Toris' direction, who seemed to be rather dazed.
Ivan turned towards Toris. "And you. You think you're good enough for the mistress of the house? You obviously don't know your place in this household. You're a slave. You speak when you're spoken to, do as I say, cook, clean, go to bed and start over the next day!" Ivan glared down at Toris, who stared his master in the eyes, which seemed almost hurt.
Ivan took off his trench coat and tossed it towards Natalia, who slipped it on. The dress, Ivan knew, was hard to get on. Ivan stood in a white dress shirt similar to the one Toris wore, and black pants. A light tan scarf covered his neck.
"Sister. Look at this." Natalia forced herself to look Ivan's way as the tall Russian yanked Toris' shirt off, and turned him around.
The scars from being whipped were white now; the only thing left behind was dark purple bruises. The skin healing and closing faster than the broken blood vessels inside could heal.
"You see this, sister? This is the back of a slave, one you were about to touch and feel. He cleans my house, and if he defies me, or messes up, his back is whipped. And he can't do anything to stop me; he sits there and takes it. Now, he has done something very...very foolish. And he shall receive punishment, part of which is having you watch."
"Big broth-" Natalia was cut off.
"I am the man of this house, and you are the woman! You shall stay silent!" Ivan shouted at Natalia, who flinched.
Ivan removed his belt, and folded it in half. He struck Toris back with the buckle, causing it to rip into his skin, opening up scars. Toris refused to give Ivan the satisfaction of hearing him scream. But he could not hold back tears. They poured down the brunette's face, his mouth forming a scream he refused to let out.
Ivan did this several more times until Toris finally collapsed, his back leaving a pool of blood on the ground, leaving a sticky red mess. Toris shook hard from the loss of blood. The worse part of it all was seeing the girl he liked so much watch him get whipped. It made he feel...as if he lost all his manhood.
"You see, he is pathetic and disgusting. Nothing more than a slave. Repeat me sister. Nothing more than a slave." Ivan gripped Toris' hair tightly.
"Nothing more than a slave, brother." Natalia said, glaring sharply back at Ivan.
"Good. Grab your clothes, and go inside. Bring Toris' uniform to my room. Toris, you're coming with me." Ivan ordered Natalia, who just nodded.
"Yes master." It shamed Toris to call him master in front of Natalia, but he feared what he would do if Toris just called him 'Ivan'. Especially after what he just tried to do.
Ivan gripped Toris hair tightly as they walked back into the mansion. Toris was dragged most of the way, but he began to pull from Ivan's grip as he saw Ivan wasn't taking him to the servants quarters to lock him in or something.
Ivan was taking Toris to his room.
Toris didn't know a lot about Ivan, except that he was cruel and quite possibly insane. But the one place Toris has yet to go was Ivan's room. He expected the room to be dark and gloomy, with torture devices, and whips and chains.
"Since you obviously can't be trusted alone. You'll be sleeping in my room from now on." Ivan unlocked his door and dragged Toris to the far corner of the room. He threw the brunettes head to the ground sharply. Toris' head hit the ground, before he glared sharply back at Ivan. The violet eyed man kicked Toris in the gut, and he broke his glare, closing his eyes to prevent tears.
Ivan went to his own bed and grabbed the blanket. He tossed it to the corner Toris sat in. There was no pillow, or mattress. Toris understood that he was supposed to sleep on the floor like an animal.
"Go to bed. That is an order." Toris nodded at what Ivan said and pulled the blanket over his figure. But sleep did not come, when he opened his eyes again, he saw Ivan staring into his soul like a Swedish man.
Eventually Toris fell asleep, the hard floor hard to sleep on to someone who was pampered there whole childhood.
He dreamed. He open his eyes to a beautiful blue sky. The sun wasbright, but he was not burning, he felt cool, even a bit damp. He drew in a breath but begin to cough, expeling blood and dirt that he inhaled into his lungs. As he tried to draw in another, he saw a shovel of dirt being emptied onto his face. The sunlight grows fainter as he viewed it through the soil that covered his body. He would have screamed, but his mouth filled with dirt before he could make a sound. He vauguely saw his mother and father...and Feliks sobbing on the ground above him.
Toris awoke to ice water, screaming as he woke up.
"What the hell?" Toris screamed, glaring at Ivan. Ivan had almost a hurt look, before glaring at Toris and kicking him.
"Get up." He ordered, dropping the man's uniform on him. "And change." Toris took the clothes and put them on. "Make breakfast, now." Ivan glared, before leaving the room.
But Toris had a different plan in mind.
He quickly crossed the room and grabbed the sunscreen that was lying on the nightstand next to Ivan's bed and fled the room.
Avoiding his master's presence, he made his way to the front door; quickly putting sunscreen anywhere his skin was visible. He grabbed the door handle when a bit of movement caught his eye.
It was Natalia.
Her eyes widened as her mind processed what he was planning to do then turned away. Toris' eyes lingered on her figure before escaping through the door, away from the hell he was forced to call home by is so-called master.
Meanwhile, Ivan could feel the presence of Toris disappear. This caused him to scream the servant's name in anger.
But Toris choose to ignore, and just ran.
Thanks Neeky-chan, for writing the end of this chapter.