A/N - Alright, Lurker here. Most of you know me from my Phoenix story, and for those who don't - I don't own Nalex, they own me lol.. English is not my native language so there might be mistakes and stuff, i'm sorry for that. I suck at summaries so the only way for you to see if the story is worth it, is to actually read it lol..
Anyway, this is a modern AU i came up with a while ago. This is a Nalex only fic, Amanda will make a small appearance but that's really it. Every character is OOC in this fic. The story is focused on Russia. A dark, depressive fic, with lots of lemons, D&S stuff, maybe even torture, i haven't decided yet. If you expect love in this fic, you shouldn't really be here. This is all about dominance and submission. Love will MAYBE be in the last chapters. Rated for depression just for now. Believe me it will get steamy and hot in later chapters...
Basically ?
Alex is a wealthy Russian monarch, with a tainted past and broken mind. She hates love and everything around it. What she desires is passion and lust. And utter control over her lover. Mainly because of her past, she decides that the only way for her to enjoy life is to dominate those she wants.
Nikita on the other hand is an ex-mercenary commander, with a broken mind and a tainted past, too. Life forced her to chose between the man she loved and her loyalty. In her life, she desires happiness and love. But there is no love to be found in this world. As an ex-commander, she is used to give orders, however in personal life, she's the one that rather receives them.
What happens when two utterly different persons meet ? What will happen when Nikita will want to serve under Alex as a common slave ? How will Alex react to Nikita's love, and the need to be used ?
Find out...
Time runs so slowly when you have nothing to live for. No one to cuddle to at nights, no one to wake up beside at the morning. Seconds feels like hours. Hours seems like days. Days seems like years, and ultimately, even though you don't know how, time destroys your entire life. Many souls tried to fight time, many found love and spend their always moving time with them, but at the end... It always ended the same way. There was no true love to be found in this Gods forsaken world, everybody knew that. And even though, they tried. Foolishly, they tried to search. Foolishly, they tried to live happily. But the end was always the same.
Solitude...
The World was strange. It had pain, suffering, death, and a long, bloodied past. But nobody ever tried to fight it. People just blindly accepted this. However, the World had also a great sense of humor. The bad one. It thought that killing a family of a little, thirteen years old girl is fun. It thought it was fun when she saw her father shot by shotgun, so his organs was teared apart, his blood was everywhere on the wall. It was fun when she saw her mother being repeatedly raped and then stabbed to death. And ultimately, it though it was fun when the same bastard that touched her mother first, now touched her. When he took her from their burning mansion, she screamed and begged to let her go. Poor girl even tried to run. However when she saw who exactly ordered these monstrous things, she realized the one point about the World. That it doesn't have love, only betrayal. So cold was mother Russia, that the poor girl realized this at her younger age. The poor girl however had no idea what nightmares would come next. Because if she would, the poor girl would rather begged the World to let her die in the scarlet fire that devoured her family she loved so much.
As her damned time ran slowly, the girl became a woman quite fast. There was no other choice for a girl that was supposed to be used for the rest of her life. She could no longer be that thirteen years old girl, because World wanted to have more fun with her. She was sold so many times, first as a simple slave, then as a filthy whore nobody ever cared about. This monster with one big scar on his face that was covering his eye was proving that point to her every single night. He used to say how he loved her fragile body, her teary eyes. He said that secretly, the sick bastard loved her from the beginning of this game. However, business is business. She was to be used by World, not by him. One man after another, the broken girl became a woman, capable of hating everything and everyone in her life. However, there was one thing she loved. Her drug. However disgusting and foolish this men were, they always gave her something. Something to help her forget about this damn World. Other girls, women in the brothel believed in their happy endings. They believed that there was surely something better waiting for them after this hell was done. However, one of them knew the truth about the World they were living in. When one hell ends, other begins.
It would seem however that the World had enough of fun. At least for now. Much much later, when the woman was broken and had no mind of her own, a police raid happened in their brothel. Every girl was taken away, every bastard was beaten up and caged. The broken girl, used by men and the World was saved, at least for now. They brought all girls to the police station, asking millions of questions at once. The broken girl was surprised to see so much light in one place. In the place she lived, there was always darkness. And many times, the broken girl thanked for that. Because in the darkness, there was nothing to be seen. And to be blind in this place, when you have to do things that disgust you, was a great gift for the poor girl. This way, she would never see her broken and disgusted gaze. The police officers asked her true name, age, everything. It was so long since she told it to anyone, but she still remembered. So, when the broken girl replied, Alexandra Udinov, the police officers were shocked, stunned even. It would seem that the World was looking for her. She was to be crowned as the new head of Zetrov, since it would seem that nobody else could lead this gigantic company. So...
Suddenly, the broken girl was a princess. And in few more seconds, she became the Leader of something she only heard of, thanks to her father. He trained her, of course, but still. She was hoping that he will be by her side, at least for a little while. But now, the Princess became the Empress. She had everything, she could do anything. The World that had so much fun with this broken girl, now gave her everything. She did not understood. Was this a simple compensation for all those years of pain and suffering ? Or does the World wants to have more fun with her ? Alex was surprised, both pained and glad. However, there was something the new Empress did not had. A sane mind. However there was someone who wanted to help the rising Empress. A therapist, willing to go through hell to save her broken mind. Everyone knew her name, very well..
This rising Empress wanted only one thing at the moment.
Solitude..
The World however was not done at all. It created so many shattered souls that you could hardly count them, even if you would start now. So many women and men that needed comfort and protection from the cold embrace of death. From the solitude and suffering that the World offered. But at the end, there was non to be found. Many fought this harsh truth. Many tried to change it. But there was nobody who could. At the end, there was just pain in the World. None of them realized that there was actually no way to fought these rules of the World. The dark and bottomless abyss filled with pain and hatred in this World was simply far too much to handle. Many ended their life from the fear of feeling these emotions. Many simply feared only one..
Suffering...
One day, when this one girl was old enough to hold a gun, the World raised another fighter. Another girl that was willing to take orders, to blindly follow her superiors. She was the embodiment of loyalty. A girl who would kill for her master, a girl who would blindly destroy anything standing in her way, if her master would ask her to do so. Were it innocents, or children. She never cared. She just followed her orders, just like any other soldier would. However, when she was forced to kill her master that faithful night, she became someone else. Instead of receiving orders, she gave them. She was the master now, no matter if she liked it or not. That faithful night, when her master dared to touch this sacred girl, her beast took over. She slaughtered her whole family. She killed those who she held dear. She took lives of those, who wanted to took her innocence away. The beast inside enjoyed blood of her kin on its hands. And so, instead of a common mercenary soldier, the great Nikita Mears became something that the World created. A tool and a play thing in the hands of the cruel World. However, the Knight fought bravely against her fate. Against these rules the World gave, against this control. The Knight became something that the World should fear.
An enemy worthy of respect. And a woman desperately seeking love..
The Knight was never in control. It was just a game that the filthy World played on her. There were always others that had plans. Others that were the Masters. The Knight however was in command of her unit. A strong, fast and precise squad. A strong army of her own. She never wanted command. She rather accepted orders, than to give them. No matter how perfect leader she was, she never desired command. Her mind was of the submissive kind. The kind that would blindly follow orders of any kind. It never mattered to her. In her mind, she was just a slave. A soldier following orders from her masters. However strong and brutal this commander was, she needed guidance. And when she found this one man among the ones she had to train and lead, she felt partly broken. How strong was the commander when she needed guidance from her own men ? How pathetic this commander was, when she slept with the man she needed to train ? Yes, she slept with him. Many, many times. He offered peace and guidance she desperately needed. He gave her orders, she followed them without a question. The Knight often thought that it was love. It must have been. He was on her mind every second of their day, after all. The Knight however, was foolish to believe in this. When her squad turned up death because of her one weakness, she cursed the whole world. A betrayal. A foolish, stupid and pathetic betrayal. The man she thought that loved her, betrayed both her and his fellow soldiers. And then, the true masters appeared. Offering her once chance of redemption. Either kill the scum, or die with him. The Knight, for the first time in her life, hated her submissive mind.
After her hands were covered in his blood, she ran. She ran from the military, away from guns and death. She ran, never looking back. Mother Russia was a cold land to live in. She realized that rather late. Her house burned down because of her own betrayal, with no money, no friends or family, she had nowhere to go. She tried many different methods to forget. From drugs like ketamine, to tools like razors. She tried, many many times. But it was pointless. Thousands of deaths because of her weakness, because of her submissive mind. Because of that bastard who used her. She tried. There was always someone who talked her out of it. Someone who told her that the World had better plans for her. But what could a broken warrior do ? She was alone. A dog without a master to lead her. A tool no one wanted to use. So, one last time, she tried something she knew very well. She used a gun.
However, there was someone who pulled the gun out from her cold hands. A therapist who wanted to make a difference in the World. Someone with a name that everybody knew..
At the end of her pointless road, there was only one thing waiting for her..
Suffering..
A/N - A little introduction of both Lex and Nikki. Everyone is OOC so, yeah.. Its short, i know. Still thinking things through. If you liked, leave a review so i know if i should continue writing this. If not, well... There's always Phoenix :D
Anyway, thanks for reading. Means very much to me :)