Chapter 11: Dear Sachenka, Thou Art Troubled; part 2

Song: To Your Grave by Ingram Hill

I know, it's been forever since I updated. But i'm updating now, and i'll do my best to make it good. :)

His whole body felt on fire when she touched him. Her knees went weak. The kiss became deeper with each touch. Sacha's fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt, lifting it up slightly to feel the warmth of her soft skin. She gasped at his touch and she felt his tongue lightly brush against her bottom lip. Their heads were spinning as they came up for air. Sacha lightly chuckled as his fingers caressed her warm cheek. His smile was wide and his teeth were showing, Gypsy took pleasure in the fact that she could make him smile like that.

Sacha once again was facing a beast ten times bigger than he was. Damn his father. He cocked the gun again, and aimed for the creature's chest. As he fired, he thought about the bullet sinking into the lycan's tough, furry skin, making its way through muscle and sinew to the heart, then breaking, releasing silver nitrate and eventually killing its inhabitant. The beast fell to the snowy ground and Sacha shook his head at his own thoughts. He was going to turn out like his father. He turned his back on the forest that had been unwillingly made into a battleground and headed back to face a bigger monster.

He opened the back door and stumbled in. He suspected he was getting better at this; he wasn't bleeding and not as sore as usual. He slipped his coat off his shoulders and headed for his father's study for a briefing. It was a long way to get there through the huge castle, but eventually he made it. He knocked on the doorjamb before entering. Once again, he walked into the large cold room to face the man who had been the cause of all his pain. He waited for the old leather office chair to turn and reveal the man, as had been the routine many a time before, and started to wonder when it didn't.

"Father?" he asked, speaking in Russian and feeling incredibly curious now. "I'm back, the lycan is dead and I'm here, awaiting you to chew me up and spit me out." He knew his father could speak English but he never admitted it. It was as if admitting that he could speak anything other than Russian he was committing treason.

Still, the chair back remained facing him. In the back of his mind, he was sure he heard a growling but he didn't react; until it launched itself at him.

"Sacha?" Gypsy looked a little worried. "Are you all right?"

Sacha came back to the present and smiled at the girl in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine." his grin faded into that near-invisible smile she adored so much, and she smiled at him in return.

"Good, you just kinda checked out for a while."

"Yeah, I guess I'm just tired. We should find a place to spend the night."

She let out a small laugh.

"The night's almost over."

He smiled. Yeah, it was. The sun would be up soon and they'd have another day to contend with. Never a dull moment in his life.

"Okay. Well we should find a place to spend the rest of the night and some of the morning." she nodded at this and looked around. Gypsy's thoughts drifted to the money she had upon her person.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand and leading him out into the night.

Minutes 'till dawn, I'm a wake

Stare at the phone, and I wait

Daylight creeps in, through the blinds

Strong as I've been, well I was lyin'

Sacha's fingers traced along the fresh scar that ran down his jaw line, wincing as he remembered the pain. He lay on the musty hotel bed looking at the ceiling. Suddenly the phone rang, shaking him out of his trance. Glancing at the clock, which read 4am, he picked up the phone and rasped out a hello. A woman's voice met him, rattling off in Russian.

"Sachenka!" she said. "Where are you? Did you not come back home? Are you all right?"

"Yalena!" he replied, also in Russian. "Calm down, woman. I'm at the hotel, I'll be fine. I came home, then I left."

"Why did you leave, child?"

Sacha sighed.

"You never told me, Yalena. You should've told me. I could've handled it."

What are you speaking of, child?" she asked, her voice wavering, revealing she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Should've told you what?"

"My plane for America leaves in 4 hours, Yalena. I'll write to you, I promise."

"Sachenka, dear Sachenka, thou art troubled indeed. I shall miss you very much, child. May God bless your path, and repair your heart."

Sacha heard the beginning of sobs as he hung up the phone. He lay back down and closed his eyes.

But now I've lost control

It's hard but I've found my soul

Don't need you anymore

Much better on my own

"I can't let you."

"Of course you can. You bought me breakfast, I can buy you a good nights rest." Gypsy stopped outside of the St. James Hotel in Times Square. It really didn't look like much, but after sleeping in alleys and abandoned cars, it looked like the Taj Mahal. Gypsy turned her back to Sacha to pull a wad of cash out of her bra. Sacha peeked a bit and saw what she was doing, and smirked. When she turned around, he quickly looked away like he didn't notice a thing. She counted the cash, thumbing it in her hands.

"Ok I have enough for... one room for two nights, or two rooms for one night. Which will it be?"

"Whichever you'd like." he said and opened the door for her. They walked in and to the counter. Sacha looked around. Too many memories here...

"Thank you Mr. er... Smith and we hope you enjoy your stay here at St. James."

"Thank you." Sacha said, hiding his Russian accent with ease.

He left the counter and headed for the elevator. Riding it up to his floor, he read through a letter that Yalena had sent him. He laughed ironically when he read over a part where she mentions his father. He sends his love and says he misses you. Yalena was a wonderful woman. She would have protected him from everything bad in the world if she could. The elevator door opened and he walked to his room.

"Here we are, room 304."

Sacha wondered when he got there, but shook it off.

"Just one room?" he asked her. She nodded silently and unlocked the door, walking in. He noticed she seemed unusually quiet. He looked around the room. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and a couch in front of the bay window that had a nice view of the city, if you stuck your head out and craned it to the left. There was a small bathroom and a television. He set down his backpack by the door and shut it behind him. He looked around then at Gypsy. She was starting to make herself comfortable on the couch.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Getting ready for bed." she put her hand up before he could protest. "Look, you've been spacing out lately, you need rest more than I do. You take the bed, I'll take the couch, everyone's happy."

"We could share it." he threw out there, not wanting to throw away chivalry just yet.

A light blush raced across her face that made him smile.

"I'm really fine with the couch. If you want, we could switch tomorrow."

Sacha smiled and raised his hands in surrender.

"Whatever m'lady wants. He said. Catching an amused glance from his room mate."

"Exactly." He pretended not to watch her as she grabbed some dry clothes from her bag and slid into the bathroom to change. He, himself stripped down to his boxers, and got into bed. Gypsy came out of the bathroom and saw him already in bed, asleep. She tip toed to the couch and saw that he'd put a blanket and pillow on it, and fixed it to be like a bed. She smiled and crawled in, soon going to sleep.

Sacha couldn't stand his dreams anymore. None of them were happy. Most were of his mother, or the hell his father put him through. He fell into a fit full sleep.

Same as before, I'm to blame

Forever yours, I'll remain

You'll feel my love and my embrace

Take it along to your grave

Well hey, my love, you'll know the shape I made when you

Feel my love and my pain, 'cause I'll be there

When you try

To stay alive

Well don't you cry

But this is the last we'll say Goodbye

Goodbye

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