The Year 1871...
"Mama! Viktoria!" I shout, running through the burning house. "Fuck!"
A large part of the ceiling falls, knocking me onto my back. I scream in pain, feeling pain running through my body. Blood spurts from my mouth as I cough, lungs filling with smoke. As time goes on, I feel my mind begin to cloud; the pain begins to leave my body. My life begins to flash before my eyes. I see the time I tripped chasing my older sister, Karoline, when she took one of my books to mess with me. I see the time I threw my abusive father out of the house. I see the first time I kissed a girl, made love.
"Dimitri!" My name rings through my head and I feel a weight being lifted from my chest. I somehow manage to open my eyes and see Ivan standing over me. I can't speak as he lifts me from the ground, throws me over his shoulder and takes me from the house. I cough again as he drops me against the ground feet away from the home I grew up in. "Oh my God, Dimitri… what happened?"
The Year 1915…
I hate having that dream. The dream is a memory, the memory that changed everything. That was the night my family died; the night Ivan and I met the devil. After Ivan took me from the house, I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a bed in a room that I had never been in. Only moments after I woke up, someone walked into the room. He was suave, graceful. He was the devil. Lucifer.
He gave me an offer. My soul, for my families lives. They died in the fire and I couldn't stand the thought of that. I instantly took the offer and my family was brought back, the catch, I could never see them again. And I haven't. I miss them every day of my life. Ivan was with me when I took the devils offer and he took one of his own. Ivan sold his soul to Lucifer to stay with me and make sure his own family was always protected as well.
I was twenty one when all of that happened. I don't know what to tell Rosemarie about all of this, why I haven't aged at all. While I still look twenty one, I was actually fifty one when I found Rosemarie that night. I am now sixty six. She'll never believe me. How could she?
