Anya the FirstA 8 year old Anastasia Romanov skipped happily down the hallway of the castle to a huge brown wooden door. She slowly approached it, gently fixing her bright yellow dress she was currently wearing, and knocked on the door swaying back and forth impatiently for an answer.Anya the First by DeathBuster-Hana
A man with short black hair pulled up in a ponytail and a medium length beard slowly opened the door. Being twice of the tiny princess’s height he didn’t notice her until he heard her sweet innocent voice from below him and looked down.
“Hello Mister Gregory”
The man rolled his eyes slightly. She always said his name wrong it was Grigori not Gregory though he figured it was more than likely her trying to be cute and suck up to him…it surprisingly worked.
“Its Grigori my dear” He said calmly trying to not sound to irritated with the fact that he was currently in the middle of very important (And secret) work. “How can i help you my dearest butterfly” He said smiling
Goodbye's A second chanceGrigori Yefimovich Rasputin slowly woke up in a room that he did not recognize. He was laying on a bed in what he guessed was a hotel of some sort however he had no idea what had happened or how he had got there. The last thing he had remembered he was fighting that Romanov brat who had destroyed his reliquary.Goodbye's A second chance by DeathBuster-Hana
He sat up suddenly remembering those last few moments. Those blue beautiful eyes under red hair glaring at him with so much resentment as she slowly destroyed his soul before his very eyes, her hurtful last words that she said to him “Do svidanya” and last but not least his body being painfully turned into nothing more than ashes.
So the real question was…..were was he now? Was this hell? No he thought to himself it was to peaceful and calm to be hell. He slowly stood up and walked over to a mirror and jumped back at the sight he was seeing. Instead of seeing what should have been nothing more than a corpse he instead saw a man about the age of 20 with short bl