Chapter 8

After much dispute with myself I decided that the best thing for me to do was to go back to Russia's house. I didn't have shoes, I didn't have money or a passport and I was now covered in Lithuania's blood. There was no way in hell they would let me on a plane.

I waited and watched still in the woods. I waited knowing that they would go looking for me, I was their sister and they thought I was insane, they would want to try and save me. They would want to keep me here and try and "help me" They would tell the rest of the world that I was crazy too, and they would tell them that I killed Prussia and Cuba, they would tell everyone and then Canada would know, and he would hate me, he would fear me. I wouldn't let that happen, I needed him, and I would do anything I could to protect him. That is what all of this was for, to protect him. I loved him so much; I would do anything for him, anything.

After about an hour standing in the cold I saw as Russia's car pulled out from the drive way and slowly moved down the road as he inspected the forest looking for me, I tiptoed out as he turned the corner to check elsewhere. When I was in the clear I ran to the house and went through the front door. I was quiet. I knew that Lithuania's brothers were still here and I didn't want to wake them I just needed to get in and out without anyone seeing me. I quietly ran up the stairs and went to my room. I stripped from blood covered nightgown and found a clean set of clothes I had left here from previous visits, I dressed quickly and then grabbed my purse, which had my wallet, and my passport in it. I walked out the room and tried to go down the stairs when Belarus turned the corner, my eyes met hers and I knew she saw me, my hand went into my purse and traced over the knife she gave me, the same one that killed Prussia, I had stashed it with me and I would use it if I had to.

"Systra," she gasped. "You're back…I should go call brother, we want to speak with you…"

"No," I shouted cutting her off. "No, I am fine, I just want to go home, and you don't need to call him."

Belarus narrowed her eyes. "No, I will not let you leave, you are not okay, Sister," she said.

"And you are much better," I said. "You have killed people too; you threaten to kill people if they get to close to our brother, who you are in love with by the way, which is another level of crazy all in itself! You are in love with our Brother! That is sick!" I shouted and she glared at me.

"You do not understand our love," she hissed. I laughed.

"You call that love?! Let me tell you sister, that is not love, you are just fooling yourself. You think he loves you? He doesn't love you! He thinks of you as a little sister, just a sister. He sees you as a burden in your life. That's all you are to him a petty little problem! You will never get him to love you like you love him. He will never love you." I told her.

She growled. "You lie! Of course he loves me, he stays with me, he helps me, and he takes care of me! He loves me!" she shouted.

I laughed. "You are just a stupid fool; you will never know what love is like! He only takes care of you because he is trying to help you. You are his sister, he is worried about you. He think you are insane, that you have problems, that's why he helps you, not because he loves but because he wants to get rid of you. He wants you to get better so you will leave him alone. That's all, he will never love you." I told her.

She lunged at me screaming, she sounded like an wild animal as she screamed like an insane woman, tear were streaming down her face but she just kept screaming, and I felt as the darkness began to fill me up. I grabbed her by her hair as her hands latched on my throat and I yanked her down to the floor, she hit it with a thud and then tried to jump back up to attack me again, but I pushed her down and sat on her, my weight keeping her down, my knife left my purse and I held it in my hand as I put it to her neck and smiles, he body froze and she glared up at me, and I could just make out the slightest sparks of fear in them. Yes fear, that's what I wanted, that's what this darkness fed on, blood and fear. Mmmm if felt so good, I felt so mighty and strong, I could barely contain myself, I nicked her neck with my nice and watched as a small bead of scarlet formed. It felt so good to make her bleed, to see the fear in her eyes grow. It felt amazing, I felt as strong as a goddess. I looked into her eyes and smiled.

"This feels familiar doesn't it, in our childhood, if I even cared a little for Russia in front of you, you would wait until we were alone and then you would threaten me, just like this. You would take a knife and hold it to my neck and tell me to leave Russia alone. He was yours. That is what you would say, and now look, the tables have turned. Though I might add that I have no interest in Brother, he is nothing compared to my Matvey." She whimpered as if she wanted to say something, however she was not stupid. She knew I could kill her in one swipe. I decided to tease her a bit, I ran the knife down her from her neck to her shoulder and her collarbone, cutting into her, slicing her skin and just watching as the scarlet liquid ran out past her skin and drip down her chest, staining her dress. Yes, yes this was very fun, just watching the liquid. With a finger I ran down her bloody scar, picking up some of the scarlet liquid and then put my finger to my mouth, I closed my eyes in ecstasy, Mmmm, it tasted so good. I loved it. I need more I began to slice her again and she whimper and I felt her tense and her body began to move, she tried to lift her arms, to push me off, to get free, to keep me from hurting her, but I was too quick she grabbed my wrist right as I stabbed my nice deep into her neck. She tried to fight me but I was too strong. The darkness gave me strength. I stabbed her and then pulled the knife out to see the blood spurt from her neck. It came out so fast like a flood, it hardly seemed human, yet it got everywhere, it covered my freshly changed clothes, but I could can, I saw her eyes, now filled with fear and panic, I watched as the light slowly faded from them, and I could feel as her heart began to slow before it finally stopped. The only sounds she could make were gasps and an odd gurgling sound. She tried to stop it, she reached out to her neck, covering the wound, and she reached out to me to help her. Her eyes told me what she was saying. "Why sister why?"

I smiled and just watched as she finally died. This was it; this was what she needs to finally make brother care about her. She didn't know it but maybe now that she was dead brother may actually say he loved her and care for her, perhaps he would cry at her funeral, perhaps not, she didn't know that this would bring her closer her to him, but maybe if she did she would have been a little more grateful for what I was doing, I was doing this all for her after all. I lay down next to her and hugged her limp body feeling as the heat slowly disappeared from her and I smiled. You can be happy now sister, you can finally be happy. After a few moments I stood up and finished what I had to do. I carried her body to the kitchen and but it on the floor, then I went to the stove and moved it so I could see the back. This was a gas stove so this would be easy. I cut the hose on the back the supplied the gas to the fire, so now the gas was filling the room, when I felt like it was full enough I went into the living room and found the lighter Cuba and Russia had been using to smoke cigars. I opened it and saw the flame and then threw it into the kitchen, there was an explosion of flame as it hit the gas and I ran to the door and out of the house. I knew that brother would know that I did all this, but it didn't matter. There was no way he could have proved it; it would all look like an accident. Belarus was not paying attention while making tea and the whole house went up in flames, leaving the Baltic brothers inside, asleep with no escape. Plus he wouldn't dare blame the sweet innocent older sister who is overcome with grief; he knew I could play my part well and that accusing me would be a big mistake. He knew I would win this and there was nothing left for him to do. I walked over to Belarus' car, and got in. I smiled as I put the key in and drive away, faintly seeing as the house went up in flames in my rear view mirror. I was going home now, and no one could stop me. I laughed softly to myself, knowing that I had one, and the voice I kept hearing was there laughing right along with me.

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