Andrei was a man of his word.

He knew he could easily kill Nadir and no one could stop him or find out. But he would stay with the allotted time he gave. And really it wasn't Nadir's life he wanted. He wanted his son's killer. He wanted to make him feel the pain Judas', Andrei and his family felt. And the real messed up part he knew was that he could get away with it.

Andrei took another gulp of vodka to drown out the voice of his son. The image of his son's smile and the image of his misery in his last moments. The liquid warmed him up from the inside, numbing whatever hurt.

He had lost his son. And took the life of his daughter. Leaving him with his only daughter, Gabrielle.

He thought back on ten years ago. Wandering the halls of his home until he stood in the doorway of his daughter's room, the child born out of infidelity, and lust. Her brown hair obscured her face as she slept. She really didn't even have to be speaking to annoy him, Sophia's mere presence irritated him to no end. She spoke so little, made no effort to bond with him or comfort him after his son's death. Spent her time alone reading, drawing or whatever her soul desired, she avoided him and her stepmother, but still made an effort with her little sister. She was plain, nothing was really remarkable about her appearance. She was the daughter of a whore. She was a mistake. Andrei made a few languid steps to her bed and sat atop it. Sophie shot up, startled. She wiped the tiredness from her eyes.

"Father is everything alright?" Sophia questiend, still groggy from sleep.

But Andrei made no effort to notice her presence and question, not for a good moment at least. Sophia's hand drifted to the necklace around her next to fiddle with it out of anxiety. Andrei's head slowly turned to her. She could also smell the alcohol breaking off of fathers breath.

"Father?"

"It should have been you." he finally responded, not looking at anything in particular. The vacant look in his eyes sent chills up her spine.

"What?" Not really understanding what he ment.

"I should have lost you, not him." The amount of hurt Sophia felt from that single sentence was immeasurable. She understood he viewed her as a burden, but it still hurt. She went completely silent.

"You should have died with your mother. You were a mistake. She was a mistake. Why did I have to be punished with you?" Desperation was invading his voice like smoke. Sophia's eyes bore down into the blanket covering her legs, she could not cry just yet. Instead she clenched her jaw tightly.

"And what about me, Sophia? All I wanted was for you to comfort me. But you show nothing. You are truly emotionless. I gave you a roof over your head, a bed, blankets, books and food. And you show no gratitude for any of it." he let out a cruel chuckle. Fresh hot tears streamed down his face. He pulled out his knife from its holster that was connected to his trousers. He had yet to change out of his uniform. He started picking under his fingernails with the sharp object.

Sophia decided she had enough and got up, mainly to go find somewhere else to cry in peace. But as soon as she stood up she felt something warm and sticky drip down her chin. She was also thrown off balance as well landing on her back. A warm throbbing pain slowly made its appearance from the left side of her jaw down her neck, as she sat up. At first she thought it was tears, but as her hand pulled back she saw blood she realized she had been cut. It hit nothing major, but it was a deep and clean cut.

"Why?" Her voice came out as a breathy whisper. Tears brimming on the edge of her eyes.

"It was so easy to kill your mother. But not you. Girl you have some kind of luck to be in the right place at the exact right time."

Sophia breath caught in her throat as she took in what he had said. He had killed her.

He had taken your mothers life. And now he was going to take yours.

Sophia scrambled to get up, but her wrist was quickly caught. The knife was buried into her outer thigh. She immediately yelped, and in response Andrei threw her down so hard her head knocked into the floor. Knocking her nearly unconscious. Her head lulled as Andrei wrapped his hands around throat.

Do it. Finish the job.

He squeezed as hard as he could. Sophia's eyes briefly shot open, Andrei would gladly watch the life leave her body, he put his weight on her windpipe. Her hands desperately clawed at his fingers as she struggled. Nothing was working. She was going to die like this.

She was going to die just like her mother, alone and terrified. Her vision is narrowing.

But by sume miracle she got her leg unpinned and as hard as she could, kicked. Her foot came in contact with her fathers stomach. This immediately made Andrei roll off of her. Holding his stomach, her hand snachted up the knife, her feet started to make its way towards the door. Her father was in close pursuit as she exited.

His hand caught her shoulder, instinctively Sophia swung back and slashed at his face. Letting out a loud cry of pain. Blood seeped through his fingers. Clutching his eye. Out of anger he lunged, grappling her wrist for the knife, his hand at her neck again, the knife slicing at her throat. Then going down the right side of her torso and chest. She let out a long croak, her eyes rolled to the back of her sockets. She went limp in his hands.

The feeling of relief washed over him. It was finally over.

"Andrei what have you done?" His wife's voice pierced his ears, making him forcefully turn.

He took a few deep breaths. "She tried to kill me." It was a lousy excuse.

"Is she dead?" She whimpered. She looked at the girl in her own pool of blood. " Oh god you need to get rid of her. I'll clean it up." Panic rising in her voice.

"Angelique I-"

"Just do as I say! I've lost my son, I can't lose you. Now go, just get rid of it." Throwing her hands up as she demanded. And of course being the obedient husband he was, he did. Wrapping her up in two blankets and loading her up on a horse. He rode for what felt like hours until he came across a river. Her body felt light in his hands. Guilt ebbed at his mind as he threw her off into the cold water below, as he boarded his saddle and galloped off to join his wife and daughter. Leaving the one he never wanted behind.

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The first thing Sophia felt was cold. Then the water invaded her mouth and nose. She struggled against the restraints binding her body. Thrashing around in the water in a mad panic until she was finally free. She returned to the surface for air. Sputtering a coughing as she swam towards the shore. Her whole body felt like it had been sliced to ribbons. The cold of the January air and water numbed the wounds though. She layed on her back facing the stairs when she made it to shore.

Her mind was racing as she let her eyes slip shut again. And she honestly did not expect to open them again.

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Andrei awoke with a migraine again. His head lifted up from his arms. Rubbing his temples to alleviate the pain of his hungover body. He stumbled to the cupboard pulling out bread and pouring a glass of water. But it was not for him it was for his prisoner. Making his way into his cellar. He fumbled for the key on his side. But found none. No matter. He would just pass it through the porthole. He kicked the door hard three times. But there was no answer, he repeated the process again and with the same reaction. He placed the food and drink on the ground and looked through the porthole to find no one. His old captain had vanished. He jiggled the door knob and it gave a turn, and threw open the door.

The only thought that went through his head was that he would have both Erik's and Nadir's head. He let out a shout as he tore into the room flipping over and breaking furniture.

He would have their head. Or he would die trying.