A/N: Okay, away with school, STORY!
He swore as he bumped his leg on yet another backstage prop thing in the darkness that came before the lighted greenroom. Why was it called a greenroom anyway? This one was white! Nothing green about that, but whatever. It had green trim . . . why was it always green! Regardless, he stepped in to find the sisters talking, Natalya was putting on her sister's makeup and they chatted softly, slowly. Way unlike those T.V. shows with garrulous girls spilling their secrets the ruled the media nowadays. The younger looked up at his appearance, a slight blush on her usually pale cheeks as her stoic mien faltered. Katyusha turned to him, a soft crepuscular glow lingered about her as she smiled warmly to him and stood.
"Alfred, Djavakhi told us that you had something for us. Is it a clue?" she was so excited that she took both his hands in hers in a form of blandishment.
He smiled gently, "I guess that you can say that. Have you been to the house recently?"
"Yes. Every Christmas. Why?"
He pulled out the song, "I found this. What caught my attention is this."
The sisters assayed the back of the page their eyes widening as they read the hurried scrawl. Natalya looked up quickly, "Where did you find this?"
"In the bedroom. It was on the piano."
"I have gone through all those written pages, ALL! I have never seen this before. I don't understand."
"I'm sorry. I swear I did not write that."
"I know you didn't," Katyusha's voice softly slid in, "That's Vanya's writing. I know." Slowly, her blue eyes met his, "C-could he still be alive?"
"I don't kno-."
"No," Natasha's whisper seemed louder than it should have, "He's gone. Dead. Never coming back." Her eyes met his, but they seemed different, a violet, death-glazed sheen in the background. He felt someone else there; he was there.
Katyusha opened her mouth, but suddenly the lights flickered twice. Two minutes to show. She looked between the two, "I'm sorry, I have to get to the stage."
She ran from the room, leaving Alfred with the younger, her body possessed by her brother. It was scarier than shit. Maybe he needed an exorcist, because she looked demonic! How crazy was her brother!
The smaller body suddenly was a mere inch before him, startling him back, but he hadn't noticed that he was against a wall, keeping him from moving. Natalya/Ivan smiled at him, a small, suppressed giggle escaping their lips. "Why the terrified look Alfred? You can sense me, can't you. You're much like your small friend."
"H-he's a cousin."
"Oh how cute~!" another laugh, but then the girl's face went stoic, "Death is a cold place Alfred Jones. It's icy shards dig as knives, yet the unending cold is what makes it tolerable. The everlasting numb of the body, it's so unnatural."
Alfred saw the clouds in the eyes shift.
"Why do you take your sister's body?"
"Hm~?" the head tilted to the side, "Without a foothold within the living world, my travels home are fugacious. My sister's heart, dedicated to my entire being, is warm enough to house my simple soul."
"But that's-!"
A hand rose to him, cutting him off, "Your cavil is not one I wish to hear. What I do is none of your concern."
"Then may I ask?"
"Depends upon the question."
"Why did you not want the chief to see the paper?"
Cold eyes stared back, "he sealed the deal, signed the contract. His soul is mine when he passes through to my side. His days are numbered, as are all those who live, but I have the patience of stone and the time of the phoenix. I can wait forever for his passing to the other side, but until then, I will bide my time and amuse my afterlife with thoughts of his anguish."
"Wow," Alfred blinked, "That's . . . um . . . sadistic."
He/she laughed softly, "I find it an excellent way to pass the time."
"What do you mean by ' he sealed the deal'? That doesn't make sense. Who did he sign this deal with?"
Far off eyes, "Whyntir, he sealed the deal with Whyntir." The smaller sighed, brushing light blond hair away from his/her face, "I must go. My power wears thin."
"Wait! What do you mean he sealed a deal with winter!"
But the violet faded from the blue eyes that rolled up into the host's head. Alfred caught her just as she began to fall. Natalya was out cold. Carefully he placed her into a chair and left her be. He had some things to think about. Cautiously, he exited the greenroom to the back exit and gingerly made his way to the front. He saw the car was running and what looked like a very fed up Arthur was muttering behind the wheel. He stepped over to the passenger side door and knocked, startling the Englishman. The doors unlocked and he slipped into the warm car.
"Where the bloody hell have you been you wanker!"
Alfred sighed, "Sorry. I had a really creepy conversation with Natalya, or should I say Ivan." He could see the gleam in his friend's eyes so he recounted the brief, yet creepy, conversation.
Alfred sat before his old fashion typewriter, typing out his report of the night. As he reached the last line of 'Winter', he couldn't help but feel that this was a riddle, like Ivan couldn't tell him exactly what happened. He was taken during the winter. All the children were taken during the winter. He took a drag on his cigarette before something clicked in his mind. What if Winter wasn't winter?
He ran a mental list through of all of the associates he knew of the Police Chief, yet none had the name winter. He was just about to give up and call it a night when he recalled a man he had run into during his Academy days. The man had a gray mustache that was bordering on white and was a giant in his own right, towering at six-foot-eight. The man's eyes were a frozen gray that pierced the soul and had left him with jelly for legs. He had asked the student where he could find the Chief before the assembly of inauguration into the school. He called himself winter . . . no, Whyntir.
A/N: Hahaha, I HAD to, it was just too much fun. Yes Mr. Whyntir is actually General Winter from the canon media, but I HAD to put in my own little twist. Anywho, review pwease~!