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Gilbert sat on the couch in the large dark living room, glaring at the note the kidnapper left behind in his hands. He hadn't been able to sleep, but who would? The love of his life has been kidnapped and he was too wracked with worry and anger to sleep. To even think about sleeping. He could only think of Valentin, could only worry if he was okay, if he was hurt….if he was still alive. He shook his head, Nein, don't think like that, of course he's alive! He's alive and he's okay. I'm going to find him and when I do, I'm going to kill-nein, murder who ever took him. Gilbert thought to himself. He sighed, and leaned back in the couch, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Valentin…

"Hey." Gilbert turned his head towards the voice. It was Aleksander. He had a little bag of something, little doughnuts he could tell by the one the Bulgarian held in his hand as he chewed. "What are you doing awake?" he asked Gilbert, offering him to take one of the snacks from the bag and sitting down on the couch next to him when the German refused. Gilbert scoffed bitterly, "Why would you even ask that? My fiancé has been kidnapped, of course I'm not going to sleep. And what are we doing? We're just sitting here. They could be hurting him right now, and we're doing nothing." he said, spite in his voice as he clenched his jaw and closed his eyes.

Aleks was silent, setting the white bag on the coffee table. "You don't think I'm worried the fuck out of my mind for Valentin?" he asked in flat tone, twisting his head to look at the silent man he sat next to. Gilbert looked at Aleksander, irritated, "I don't see you losing sleep over it. I love Valentin more than anything-"

"And you don't think I don't?" Aleks interrupted him, shooting Gilbert a glare. "He's my little brother, I love him more than you ever could." Gilbert narrowed his eyes, "Excuse me? Valentin is my heart, my life. There is no way you could ever possibly love him more than I do." Aleks scoffed, "Oh I'm so sure." he muttered under his breath. Gilbert shook his head and stood up, walking up the two steps from the living room to the large round foyer.

He took his jacket from the coat rack, slipping on and adjusting it to his comfort. "Where the hell are you going?" Aleksander asked, standing up from the couch but not making a move to follow Gilbert. "To find Valentin." was the only response he got. "And where are you going to look? Huh? This village isn't even half the size of Valley and most of it are residential homes. Valentin isn't here, that's for certain." Valentin's older brother stated. Gilbert turned around with a less than amused expression. "At least I'm doing something."

"He's not here. He could be anywhere at this point in time. Maybe he's not even in the country anymore, have you thought of that? If you think you can just march out there right now and find him like that, then you're wasting your time." Aleks said, stressing the beginning of his statement. "The way you talk Aleks, it makes me think you have something to do with this." Gilbert said, crossing his arms. Aleksander glared at the German, "Are you fucking serious? You have no idea what my brother has gone through, I wouldn't do something like this to him. Ever! He's my little fucking brother, I love him too much to ever even think about thinking about hurting him like this!" he nearly shouted, "You're such a fucking moron, how Valentin loves you is beyond me. I still think he could do so much better."

Gilbert clenched his jaw again and marched up to Aleks, grabbing his pajama shirt collar and bringing his face close to his. "I know exactly what Valentin's been through, I've known for years. You think he could do better? I would die for Valentin. He means more to me than life itself. And I have no problem showing you that if I have to. You don't think I would trade places with him in a heartbeat? To take away every ounce of pain he's ever had to endure? So tell me now, you think he could do better?" he growled. Green eyes glared into red, "So. Much. Better." Gilbert brought his fist back, ready to strike when a soft, sleepy voice stopped him, "Daddy? Uncle Gil? What are you doing?" Konstantin asked, rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist, his other hand down at his side, gripping a little blanket. Both men paused, turning their heads to look at the little boy. Gilbert dropped Aleks, looking away. "We were just talking, what are you doing up?" Aleksander asked in a soft tone. "I heard you yelling. Did Uncle Vali come home yet?" Kosta asked with squeaky yawn.

At the mention of his lover, Gilbert's chest tightened. "No, not yet. He's hiding, remember?" the boy's father said. "But, we're not supposed to play at night, 'specially not outside." the boy said. "Those are the rules so, how come he's not back yet?" Both men looked away from the boy, not sure how to answer. "Come on, Kosta, let's get you back to bed." Aleks said, going to take his boy's hand and lead him away. "But, how come he's not Daddy?' Konstantin asked again as his father lead him back up the stairs. Gilbert stayed in the same place for a few minuets before going to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Aleks asked from his spot on the stairs, a hand on the railing. "Where do you think?" Gilbert shot back, not turning to face him. "Bar." Aleks couldn't see the look of irritated disgust on Gilbert's face, but it was evident in his voice, "I'm going to go look for my lover. Unlike you, I feel the need to do something to find him." he said, opening and slamming the door. Aleks shot daggers at the door, cursing under his breath as he turned to go back up the stairs.

"So, little Vali, how are you faring?" Fane asked with a smirk, twirling a bloodied silver dagger in hand. Valentin sat, still tied up in the chair, his dark purple dress shirt unbuttoned to show off a now bleeding chest. Tears poured down Valentin's face as he sobbed from fear and pain, his head tilted downwards. "P-please…what do you want?" he begged through tears. "Me? Oh, nothing special really. I just want to play. I'm only keeping you for two weeks anyways." Fane said, looking more interested in the dagger in his hand. "A-and then you'll let me go?" Vali asked with a hopeful voice. Fane just laughed, "No! I'm going to kill you!" Valentin's eyes widened in fear. No, Gil would come a-and he would save him right? Right, Gilbert was probably on his way right now. Right?

*Fane touched the flat of the blade of the knife to the underside of Vali's chin, tilting the boy's head upwards to face him. "Don't look so sad, We'll get to play before I leave to go give your lovelies another clue to your whereabouts, and then we're going to have to move." he said, then turned the blade to the sharp edge and dragging the dagger towards himself, cutting the Romanian, not too deep, but deep enough to break the skin and bleed. Dark crimson liquid ran down Valentin's neck . Valentin squeaked at the pain, tears rolling down his cheeks, joining the blood. Fane smiled sadistically, moving the blade to just below Valentin's right eye.

"You know how I got my scar?" Fane asked almost innocently, indicating to the scar on his face. Valentin sniffled as he felt the blade dig into his skin. "I got it while I was locked up. There was a riot. Things got ugly. When I stabbed an inmate in the throat, he happened to swipe me, giving me this." he gestured to his face. "Hurt like hell. And, I just want to show you how I felt We'll be like twins!." with the last statement, Fane dragged the blade down Valentin's face. The blonde boy whimpered in pain, trying to pull his face away. "Doesn't feel that great does it?" Fane asked, his face close to his captive's. Valentin shook his head wildly. Fane stood up, looking at the bloodied boy.

The former convict growled in irritation at Valentin's sobbing. That's all he's done, is cry. Cry, cry and cry. "Shut up!" Fane wailed, backhanding Valentin hard. Blood from his cheek flew in all directions from the force of the hit. Valentin sniffled loudly the pain on either side of his face stinging harshly. " I said be quiet!" Fane demanded once more, slapping Valentin again. The sniffles stopped, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. "Good boy." he cooed, caressing the boy's face gently. Vali's hair hid his face, only tears escaping the shadow it created. "Now, be good, because Tati (Daddy) Fane will be right back~" Fane said with a playful smiled, stabbing the knife deep into Valentin's thigh, the boy howling in pain as Fane walked out of the room.

Tears fell in waterfalls down Valentin's cheeks mixing with blood. He let his head hang limp as he clenched his jaw, the pain in his leg unbearable. Please. Please Gilbert. Save me.

Author's Note: My, my, my. You guy probably hate me now don't you? SpicyItalianRomano, islapmofos? I think you guys would hate me most. ^^ I'm so evil! SPIR maybe a little less, for obvious reasons. Well! Shit just got real, things between Aleks and Gilbert are turning to shit, and Kosta is till worried sick about his uncle. What will happen now? Stay tuned to Saving Valentin!

*Fane touched- That's where I stopped to go get me some ice cream and had to stand in the dark kitchen until my little cousin fell back asleep to actually scoop out my ice cream…with a plastic spoon….in the dark. I didn't even get to get that much. Meh! Eh, just wanted to tell you ^^ :Db

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