MISHA
I was absolutely livid. Other than being completely blindsided and embarrassed, Osha was present. I heard her heart pick up pace and the blood rushing through her veins. Her face was directed towards the ground. I knew she was upset and I couldn't explain it to her. I couldn't say I didn't want this, that I cared only for her. Gweneth cleared her throat, grabbing my attention. I bored a hole through her. They had me temporarily snared, I knew it and they knew it. The Baranovs were of a smaller house, so what could they have offered for those cunts to agree to such a union? I shook that from my mind, feeling Osha's aura beam out tendrils of sadness that wound themselves around me. As much as it hurt her, I knew that if I gave any inclination of my thoughts, it would spell the end for us. I curled my hand into a tight fist, rising from my seat. I'd have to find her later, somehow I'll tell her. I had to, otherwise, I'd lose her. I couldn't allow that. No. I'd burn whole villages and cities to the ground before I let her go. I made myself bow gallantly in Anya's direction. "You honor me Sir. However I'm afraid I cannot grant your request, I've only just met my betrothed, certainly there is time enough for us to get better acquainted." I stated firmly. I could practically feel the daggers the King was shooting in my direction. "It's time you married, it's been long enough. You know your duty." The King's voice was crisp, leaving no room for argument. I dare not look in Osha's direction, worried I'd invite unwanted attention to her. "If my King commands it." I bit. An uneasy silence filled the room. "I do." The King stated matter of factly.
OSHA
I couldn't understand nor hear what was being said, only that I was being ushered out by Gertie. In my own haze I followed her lead wordlessly. Betrothed? Was Misha aware the entire time? All those breath hitching moments alone with him and not one word of another. Did I indeed have it correct the first time in thinking I was a simple pass time for him? My feet carried me sullenly as I pondered all of our exchanges over the past couple of years. My head ached from the jumble of thoughts piling up. "Dear!" Gertie snapped, causing my frenzied mind to come to a complete halt. "You we're miles away, I can handle putting everything away, you just…" she paused a moment, carefully choosing her words. "You should retire for the evening." She spoke softly, which almost brought on the tears I've been angrily trying to fight back. "I-I can help." I cleared my throat. "I know you can dear but you need rest." I could've argued with her but to be honest, I didn't have any fight left in me. I knew she was trying to give me time to let it all sink in. I obliged her and left promptly after a warming embrace.
Once I was in my chambers I threw myself onto the bed with a sigh. I was properly humiliated and it wasn't just me who knew it. Misha and Gertie knew it as well. I couldn't help the rising anger that scorched its way throughout my body. I've never asked for much, I resigned myself to this life long ago. I had nowhere else to go or run to, all I had is what the twins gave me. Even knowing that I made a choice. I CHOSE to love Pasha and Misha. I CHOSE to let myself be fooled and mocked. I CHOSE to deceive myself. Tears boiled down my cheeks, furthering my anger. I wiped harshly at my eyes and smacked my face into the pillow. I let out a howl into the fabric, feeling it rip through my throat. I pulled at my own hair as to punish myself for my own idiocy. "I hate you." I whispered, my voice horse. The thing is, I didn't know who exactly I hated more, Misha or myself.
MISHA
I paused outside of Osha's chambers, listening to her weep. I tried to subliminally send her a message through my gaze but once I found a moment where everyone's attention were elsewhere, she was gone. Anya clung to me the rest of the evening whilst our kin hashed out the benefits of our match. I did not care for how familiar she already acted with her touch. Her breasts pressed firmly against my arm as she huddled closer again, making her intentions known. "You're incredibly stiff My Prince." She batted her eyes, assuming that my detachment was out of shyness. "I've been told as much." I replied flatly. She scrunched her little nose at me, a slight frown upon her lips. "I see, well perhaps I can help?" She edged closer her eyes beaming up at me with expectation. "We could leave our parents to the rest and retire somewhere mor-"
Knowing where the conversation was heading I rose hastily. "It has been quite a taxing day, I will retire for the evening but perhaps tomorrow I could take you on a tour of the grounds?" I asked politely, knowing not only her ears were listening. A smile splayed across her face. "I would adore that." She breathed. "I think I shall retire too, escort me to my chambers?" No away with you succubus. "Of course." I obliged. "Father, I'm going to rest now." Anya called. He nodded in her direction before turning back to the King and their serious debate on inviting the great houses. Gweneth smirked, "Try not to get lost."
After much senseless drivel on Anya's behalf we arrived at her chamber door. "Come in, lie with me." She whispered seductively, closing the space between us. "I could help you, unwind." She toyed with a stand of my hair causing me to lose patience. All Vampyr women were the same. They were as a collective, far more beautiful than the average human. However after centuries of being adored by regular man and Vampyr alike, they become bold. And in most cases like Anya's, it's not in a becoming way. "Perhaps another time." I answered crisply. Another slight frown formed along her mouth. "Let's enjoy our betrothal." I nauseatingly conceded. "Alright love, then at least part me with a simple kiss?" She pouted. If I could roll my eyes further into the back of my head I would. I leaned down hovering my face inches from hers. She closed her eyes in expectation her breathed hitched. With a small peck I brushed my lips with hers. Soft as they were, they weren't Osha's. I withdrew quickly before she had time to cling to me. "Until tomorrow." I promised before turning heel to find Osha. "I'll be anxiously waiting."she called. Oh I bet you will.
Osha's weeps turned into quiet sniffles whilst I still lingered outside her door. Take the chance now before you lose it. I told myself, steeling my nerves as I turned the knob. I entered in a gust, closing the door behind me. Osha rose swiftly from her bed. "What are you doing here?" She sniffled. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying. "To explain." Explain? I thought, surprised at myself. I've not once ever had to explain myself to anyone, let alone a human. "No need. We both know what this was." She flatly replied. A tinge of agitation reared up. "Oh? And what was this then?" I inquired. Her eyes swept over me, not quite meeting my gaze. "Just something to keep us distracted." Her eyes traveled to her hands, her body rigid. The words stung, as if I'd been slapped in the face. I approached her without thinking making her stiffen in response. I eased back a pace. "Is that what you think?" I bit out, trying my best to not sound upset. Her eyes flew up to meet mine. "I know it is. I've kept you company until you found yourself a new toy." I balled my hands into fists, my nails sinking into my palm. "I understand you are in pain but do not test my patience by baiting me Osha." She looked incredulous. "Baiting YOU?" She spat. "I've given you and Pasha EVERYTHING that I had. I know to your people, who thrive off of nothing but misery and blood it's an obscure thought, but I loved you both! I devoted the rest of my, let's be honest, shit life to serving you. The way you treat my people is the same way you treat me! You do not see me as anything but a toy for YOUR convenience! I'm tired of giving everything of what little I DO have for nothing!" She screamed, her exasperated breaths coming in deep huffs. I bit the inside of my cheek, tasting my own blood. "What don't I give you Osha? I give you what I am ABLE to." I ground out. Her weary eyes drug up the length of me. "And it's not enough. You've a blushing new bride and all this. "She motioned around her. "I want to live in peace, not fear. I want to be loved the way I should. I want-" "Pasha?" I interrupted coldly, knowing that my own pettiness was reading its ugly head. Her eyes grew wild and she took a step back. "And do you see him here?" She paused before continuing, "No, because he's just like you. I was simply a dalliance to keep his own loneliness at bay." She seethed. My canines lowered from provocation. "You didn't seem to mind me before and I'll remind you that I am here now." I inched closer to her, closing the space between us. She swallowed audibly as she tried to school her expression into that of indifference. "What's the point of my being here? Why not let me go? Have I not done enough all these years?" Her voice solemn. I felt a snap within myself, my vampyr took the reigns. "You will remain right here Osha. Speak of it again and I'll whip you myself." I snapped. Shock covered her features briefly before she snapped once again. "I am a person! I'm not some dog you can command about!" She hollered, shoving me back a pace. I could not hold back, my vampyr did not like being challenged. I slapped her hand away from another shove and clasped a hand around her throat. "You are mine to do with as I see fit! You have absolutely no clue as to what I've done to protect you! I'll see you dead before I see you leave!" I snarled in her face. She struggled against my grasp, pure wrath pouring from her. "Then it'll be my death!" She spat, raising her arm above her head. She brought her hand down onto my face, her nails digging into my flesh, scratching me. I growled and tightened my grip on her neck. "Oh Pet you are making a mistake." I sighed, her gasps for air becoming more urgent as thrashed about for breath. "You see love, this just arouses me that much more." I whispered in her ear, caressing the edge with my tongue. "I could take you right now, fighting me the entire time. Nothing would give me more pleasure." I shoved her away, breaking the moment before I made good on my threat. Osha coughed and gasped for air, I felt my trousers tighten in response to our exchange. "One way or another I'm leaving Misha. Whether that be by death or by some miracle, I will." She coughed. I had enough, I felt my own darkness unfurl. My senses left me as I tossed Osha facedown on her bed. I tore her dress from her, exposing her back to me. I dug my nails in between her shoulder blades, blood beginning to pool where my fingertips were pressed. Osha cried out and in some futile attempt, tried to wriggle me off. "Since you decided to press me and I've no whip for you at the moment this will do." I brought my nails down the length of her back, breaking the skin and causing it to open. Another cry flew from her, making me harder. "You're mine Osha, say it. "I pressed, my fingers lingering in her back. She cried out again but refused to give me a response. I pressed further. "Say it." I demanded. Her sweet smelling blood entered my nostrils delighting the vampyr in me yet again. She craned her head around to look at me, tears streaming down her face. "This is what you want? To further shame me? To keep me locked away here?" Her voice trembled. My vampyr wasn't going to let this go. "Yes I do wish for that, for you to remain here. You're mine by right. I'll not be questioned again. Is that understood Osha?" I softened my voice slightly to assuage her. Her struggles ceased and a calm came about her. "I'm yours, remember you chose this Misha." Her voice hollow and devoid of emotion. She rarely used my name without preceding with Master, I can't say I didn't enjoy it coming for her lips. I let up and took a few paces back while she gathered herself, avoiding my scrutinizing gaze. I let my nail grow long enough to slice my palm with ease, blood pooling in the center. Her weary eyes regarded my hand with disgust. "I don't need it. I'll clean it myself." She mumbled. Having enough of her resistance, I charged over to her in my vampyr speed and grasped her firmly. I wiped my hand down the length of her exposed back, my blood instantly healing the wounds inflicted. She shoved me away from her and scowled. "I said I didn't need your help." I grit my teeth to keep myself from lashing out again. "You're not in a position to refuse now are you?" I managed. She side eyed me before speaking. "Just get out, I want to be alone." My patience evaporated. "Speak to me in that away again and I'll have to place my own personal spot for you in The Pits. Then you will truly know what it is to be my play thing." I snarled, taking her chin in between my finger tips. "It seems in all these years spent together, you've forgotten who and what I am capable of. By all means Osha, press me, find out exactly what kind of monster I can be." I brought down my mouth upon hers. Her muffled struggles were inconsequential against me. I swept my lowered canine across her lip, giving myself the treat of tasting her again. I knew even now, as angry as she was, she wanted me. I pulled away, my eyes swept over her. Her breath came in quick little gasps whilst her gaze lowered to the floor, crunching her lip in between her teeth. She knows even now, that she wants this.
"What I've done, what I'm doing, has and will always be for you." I asserted, catching her gaze in mine. "We're both from different worlds Osha, in mine, this is what we have to do." I finished before leaving her in the wake of her own emotions.