So, the story is going to be changed a bit. The ending, anyway. I talked with my friend, so my plan is being obliterated and a new one is taking it's place~ It'll come to fruition next chapter and if you have any questions about it, feel free to message me and I'll answer what I can!

Next chapter will be up soon, maybe today or tomorrow.

Enjoy !

Chapter 8

Same Day

Theme of Nosferatu

"I've got you now… My sunflower…"

Matthew stared wide eyed before he ducked from Ivan's fist which landed with a loud crack against the wall. Matthew stumbled as he ran away towards the stairs.

2:45 AM

He could hear heavy footsteps behind him but he kept running and tried getting down the stairs fast. He tripped over himself and tumbled down the steps. Matthew figured he had hit his head when he felt a throbbing pain.

Landing on the first floor he groaned, trying to get up and looked behind him. The knife flashed in the dark as Ivan descended the stairs after him.

2:47 AM

Getting up quick when he saw the blood dripping from the tip of the butcher knife he ran to the door. Matthew attempted to grab the doorknob only to find that there wasn't one. He kicked the door and shoved it but it didn't move.

Ivan must have locked it.

Matthew was about ready to run at one of the windows to get out when a large hand grabbed his arm and spun him around. Once look at Ivan's face told him someone had fought back, a red bruise was already forming on his cheek and blood was drying around his nose.

The knife cut through the air and sliced Matthew's cheek, he cried out and pulled himself from the others grip. He took two steps away before he was tackled to the floor. The Canadian could feel something sharp digging into his stomach from the floor but tried to get away from the weight on his back.

Matthew turned slightly and elbowed Ivan in the face causing him to grunt and fall back. Matthew quickly got up and tried to run again when the same hand that grabbed his arm held onto his ankle, making him fall, once again, to the floor.

He kicked as hard as he could and felt his foot hit something hard and the hand around his ankle let go.

2:50 AM.

Sprinting to the kitchen, he slammed the door shut and brought over a chair, putting it under the doorknob to hopefully keep the Russian out. Although, he knew Ivan was stronger than that and had probably planned for this.

But he wanted to be alive for as long as possible…

And he wanted to find out what happened to his brother…

He ran over to the counters and opened up drawers to find a knife, but nothing. Not even a butter knife or any forks. Every piece of silverware was gone. Matthew looked at the block of wood that usually held the steak knives and the butcher knife Ivan had.

Those were gone as well.

"Damn it." Matthew cursed under his breath. He froze when he heard a chuckle come from outside the kitchen.

"Little sunflower thinks he can run from me, da? You have thought wrong…" Ivan's voice was higher than normal, more carefree and almost sadistically happy. A giggle followed his words before he spoke again, "You don't think I truly was sick, do you?"

He wasn't sick? Then how did he-

"Wondering about the doctor, da? Just a friend, Toris. He is a doctor, yes, but a loyal friend…" A giggle, "Come out, sunflower. I promise I'll be quick about it…"

2:55 AM

Matthew turned and glared at the kitchen door, "Did you kill Gilbert?" He asked, his voice sounding stronger than he actually was.

The only response he got was the knife hitting the door, the tip of the blade going all the way through and pointing at Matthew. Can he get through that easily?

The knife was pulled out and the door shook when something hit it again. Matthew trembled, it was Ivan! I knew it!

The door burst open, the chair skidding across the floor and Ivan stood in the doorway, his head tilted to the side. His lips were curled into a childish grin and Matthew could practically see the man's aura drip off him and onto the floor.

The Russian stepped forward and walked towards the frozen Canadian but when he got close enough, the fist that had curled at his side launched up and landed right on the wound on Ivan's cheek.

He stumbled and Matthew was shocked that he could actually hit that hard but quickly getting out of the shock he ran towards the kitchen door. Those heavy footsteps following him once more.

2:59 AM

The air seemed to grow very heavy and Matthew coughed when he got up the stairs. It took a lot out of him to just run up those stairs and his blood froze when the air did.

He could see his breath.

Ivan stared at him from at the bottom of the stairs; he was glaring, the smile gone. Matthew had never seen the Russian look so scary. But that stare isn't what had glued his feet to the floor…

There was no sound in the house besides the click-click-click of the clock as it neared 3 AM. Ivan stepped up the first stair and began to slowly go up to get to Matthew-

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The clock chimed as it did every hour. But this hour was different.

The Witching Hour

Everything became still. The air still thick and cold but not even the sound of Ivan's footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. Matthew couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.

Dead Silence

The house shook when an inhuman growl erupted from the walls. It reminded Matthew of a lion in a way, but it sounded more deadly, more frightening.

This made Ivan stop in his tracks.

Both men stared at each other, each in shock from the sound.

Matthew could hear a whimper come from behind him, from the room he had seen the arm hanging out from. His brother!

He started to turn and stepped towards the room but his arm was grabbed again. When did Ivan get up the stairs so quickly?

Matthew yelped, trying to pull away. The knife was pressed against his throat, cutting in. A drop of blood slid down Matthew's pale skin,

"Gilbert cannot save you, nor your brother…" Was whispered into his ear.

"Think again" Came another voice, it was deep and radiated with anger. The knife around his throat fell to the ground and Ivan's body was pulled away from his. He heard tumbling from behind but ignored it when he went into the first door he could find.

Shutting it close, he leaned against it. The door was cold and… Metal?

He looked at it,

It was the door that was never able to be opened.