Still don't own LoK or Anastasia!
"Anastasia," Marie murmured as she looked out the window over Paris.
Demitri was sitting morosely in a stuffed armchair, with Sophie and Vlad staring at their respective best friends sadly.
"Ten months," Demitri said sadly, as though everything that he had stood for had been demolished. "It has been ten months and still no signs of Anastasia again, or even us going to join her."
"Grandmamma?" Anastasia asked, and the four jerked and looked to the fireplace where Anastasia's form was rising from the flames. "Sophie?"
"Anastasia," they said happily, with one exception.
"Grandmamma, I have wonderful news!" Anastasia beamed, and Demitri glared up at her.
"What is it?" Vlad asked excitedly and leapt up and began prancing over to her as he had when they had followed Demitri out of the old mansion.
"Then why don't you just go on ahead and tell us that you married that firebender?!" Demitri snapped, and Anastasia flinched with a very hurt look in her eyes. "You got some set of powers, you got married, you got your family back – what more can you brag about? Being pregnant?"
"What? No, Demitri, I'm not married or pregnant," Anastasia said hurt. "I-I'm not married yet, but I will be soon…"
"This is wonderful! Is it the one you were telling us about before?" Vlad asked excitedly, and Anastasia nodded sadly.
"Now see what you've done, Demitri," Marie scolded harshly, "If my granddaughter cried embers on this carpet-!"
"Embers, carpets – that's it!" Demitri yelled jumping up, and they stared at him. "We have to put ourselves in danger in order for us to go to the other world! It makes so much more sense now!"
"What makes so much more sense? You're going to burn yourselves alive?" she snapped, and he flinched as he saw the look on her face. "It won't work, not unless it's not your fault, you idiot!"
"What? There goes that plan," Demitri growled as he went back to his sulking.
"What of Nicholas, and the others?" Marie asked, and Anastasia looked at her. "How are they?"
"Olga tried to kill me," Anastasia spat venomously before smiling. "But I showed her, I got the last laugh, up until she stabbed me in the back."
"Are you alright?" Sophie gasped worriedly.
"I'm recovering right now, which is why I can project like this," Anastasia explained bitterly. "Olga won't be challenging me, or any firebender, anytime soon. Hopefully now she'll think twice about trying to take someone's man out from under her. The next time she tries they won't let her off as easily as I had."
"What are you talking about?" Demitri asked looking up warily.
"She was lucky that I was in the presence of the Avatar, I was already tempted enough to put her in a coma for her attempts at my life," Anastasia retorted coldly.
"Anastasia," Sophie and Marie murmured in shock, and she kept glaring at Demitri. "What has happened to you?"
"Why should I tell you? Demitri will just be nothing more than a callous ass like he always is," she spat, and he stepped forwards.
"Anya, what have they done to you?" he said tearfully.
"It's not what they've done, Demitri – they've done everything right," she spat angrily at him, her eyes changing colors inside the flames. "They've done more for me than you have, that's for sure. What do you have that you can give me? Nothing. What do they have that they can give me? Everything. There is no way for me to be with you, and they have been there to support me, to stand beside me even when I was at my worst. Can you say that? No, I thought not."
"Anya, please, hear me out," Demitri begged, and she glared at him.
"Why should I? To have you mock me again? No, I won't hear you out. You are more stubborn than Korra, which is not easy to do. You are more heartless than Amon, which is not easy to do. What do I look like to you, a fool, princess, a monster? Well?"
"Anya, you're not a monster," Demitri said pleading, and the other three in the room gasped as she changed her entire form's color from the normal yellow-ish orange to purest red. "You aren't, Anya!"
"Then what am I? If I'm not a monster? A fool? Orphan? Obviously I'm a princess, in more than one sense of the word," she snorted angrily. "Answer me, Demitri, or so help me I will never talk to you again, not until you make good with me!"
"I-Anya, you're a princess," Demitri stammered fearfully.
"No dipsnot, Sherlock," she spat.
"And- and, well, you kind of have the aura of a war-hardened soldier right now, actually," Demitri admitted. "But… it scares me, you've completely changed, Anya…"
"Don't you ever call me that again!" Anastasia screamed at him angrily, and the four flinched. "That is reserved for my fiancée only, and for those that I give expressed vocal permission in person that they may call me that!"
"Anastasia," Demitri tried again as he turned to Vlad to figure out what to do, but she had had enough.
"Don't even bother, Demitri," Anastasia snapped angrily, and he turned to her to find tears coming to her eyes. "I thought that we could at least be close friends, but I see now I was wrong. You're being as bad as Olga!"
And she vanished from the flames, sending a jet of them at Demitri, who dodged deftly to the floor. The wall was set on fire, but luckily Sophie had a jug of water still ready and threw this upon the erupted flames.
"I hope you're happy," Marie said hurt and angrily at Demitri. "She came to tell us about what she has been through and to share stories of her new life, and you send her back crying!"
"She's right, you cannot just treat her like garbage," Vlad said backing her up. "You have been nothing short of a, well, jerk to our Anya ever since she told you that you could not be together."
"She started it," Demitri said defensively, and the others shook their heads in disgust.
Well, does that change some of your minds on who will marry whom? Anyone have any questions or ideas that they'd like to give me? because all are accepted, really they are! Granted, I may not use it in this story all the time, but I will accept ideas.
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