Post by Katya Love S5 on Apr 29, 2007 1:42:41 GMT
“Izvinite, Katya, ty ne pani mayu. Ya lyublu tebya, Katya, ya lyublu tebya.”
“Mama!!! Mama!!! Ya ne pani mayu, da! Pochemu? Pochemu, Mama?”
Katya’s eyes popped open. Immediately she was aware of a throbbing in the back of her head. The light that flooded into her eyes caused the throbbing to grow until it was horrible, until she was screaming with tears in her eyes. She put her fist in her mouth to quiet her screams, and tried to see through the blur of her tears. What little she could see was a bare room. It was all wood, with a table beside her a window that faced a brick wall and there was a fireplace across from her. Later when she had stopped crying, she would see that there were pictures of her all over the walls and that the fireplace had been sealed shut with wooden boards across it, she would see that there was a tray in front of the locked door, and that the only means of light for her was a candle stub on the table beside the bed. But right now, the only thing she could really see was the foggy outlines of shapes in the room. She kept her eyes open, staring up at the bare ceiling, her fist her only silencer. Katya wasn’t sure how long she had been lying with her knuckles in her mouth and her eyes in tears, but when the pain started to dissipate she decided to sit up. Bad idea. The pain returned, full force, and more tears appeared in her eyes. She couldn’t just lie in a foreign bed for hours and hours, though, she had to find out where she was. She had to find out why she was there. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, gripping it with her hands, and bowed her head with her eyes closed. She sat like that for ten minutes or so and then she slowly stood and opened her eyes.
After inspecting the room, Katya came to the conclusion (with the help of a fading bar of soap from a bathroom she discovered adjoining the room) that she was in a room in the Leaky Cauldron. A room, that perhaps hadn’t been used in awhile. The door didn’t open, neither did the window. But even those two factors didn’t unnerve Katya. No, the photos were what made her grab at the post of the bad and hold herself up. There were thousands, hundreds of thousands of photos of her. Photos of her sleeping, eating, laughing, crying, talking to Tristan, even some photos of her talking to Conan and she had only done that twice. This was where he found her. She was leaning against the bed post, trying to steady her breathing, when there was a scrape of a key in a lock and the door swung open to reveal him. Katya felt her knees give and she crumpled to the floor, or would have if he hadn’t reached out and grabbed her around the waist; lifting her up. She leaned against him even though she didn’t want to, even though she knew he was the one who brought her here, even though she knew this could not be good. “Let me go,” she muttered weakly as he set her on the bed. She looked past him to the door and became disheartened to see that it had closed and inevitably locked again. “You don’t want that, Kat,” was his gruff reply as he turned from the bed and over to the bedside table. “Why do you have me here?” He didn’t say anything. He just opened a drawer and pulled out a small leather covered box. “Did you hear me? I asked why you have me here.” He opened the box and pulled out something, unfortunately he was blocking her view so Katya couldn’t see what he pulled out. “I know you aren’t deaf, Nicholas!” He froze. His hand stopped in the middle of doing something, and he turned to look at her.
“How….?” Katya rolled her eyes, “I’m not dense, actually, I’m rather clever. I have sources, people I can call to look something up for me. A lot of good it did, though, yeah? Nicholas Trenton, age sixteen, expelled from Durmstrang. Your parents are Krista and Michael Trenton, but they are both dead – which is why you are capable of making daily trips to Hogwarts. You have no siblings. But,” Katya chuckled and stood from her position on the bed, “those aren’t the things that are most interesting, no. What interested me the most was that you lost your girlfriend of four years in a horrific accident at Durmstrang, which caused you to get expelled.” Nicholas didn’t say anything. He just stood in front of her, with what he had been preparing hanging loosely in his hand. Katya looked at the needle full of liquid sedative and shook her head while clicking her tongue, “That’s a pity, Nicholas, a real pity.” She took a step toward him and as quick as a flash she was holding the needle in her hand, “Tell me; did you kill her or kill the person who killed her?” That was the wrong thing to say. Nicholas tackled her onto the bed, sending it a couple of inches back. Katya shrieked as he wrestled the needle from her hand. She was too weak, it was no use. She tried to push him away, but she felt the jab of the needle into her thigh all too soon. Slowly her reflexes grew delayed and she was no longer fighting him, her eyelids fell shut – sending her into a black abyss.
“Pochemu? Pochemu, Mama?”
((Izvinite means I’m sorry, ty ne pani mayu means you don’t understand, ya lyublu tebya means I love you, ya ne pani mayu means I don’t understand, da means yes, and pochemu means why? All in Russian.))
“Mama!!! Mama!!! Ya ne pani mayu, da! Pochemu? Pochemu, Mama?”
Katya’s eyes popped open. Immediately she was aware of a throbbing in the back of her head. The light that flooded into her eyes caused the throbbing to grow until it was horrible, until she was screaming with tears in her eyes. She put her fist in her mouth to quiet her screams, and tried to see through the blur of her tears. What little she could see was a bare room. It was all wood, with a table beside her a window that faced a brick wall and there was a fireplace across from her. Later when she had stopped crying, she would see that there were pictures of her all over the walls and that the fireplace had been sealed shut with wooden boards across it, she would see that there was a tray in front of the locked door, and that the only means of light for her was a candle stub on the table beside the bed. But right now, the only thing she could really see was the foggy outlines of shapes in the room. She kept her eyes open, staring up at the bare ceiling, her fist her only silencer. Katya wasn’t sure how long she had been lying with her knuckles in her mouth and her eyes in tears, but when the pain started to dissipate she decided to sit up. Bad idea. The pain returned, full force, and more tears appeared in her eyes. She couldn’t just lie in a foreign bed for hours and hours, though, she had to find out where she was. She had to find out why she was there. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, gripping it with her hands, and bowed her head with her eyes closed. She sat like that for ten minutes or so and then she slowly stood and opened her eyes.
After inspecting the room, Katya came to the conclusion (with the help of a fading bar of soap from a bathroom she discovered adjoining the room) that she was in a room in the Leaky Cauldron. A room, that perhaps hadn’t been used in awhile. The door didn’t open, neither did the window. But even those two factors didn’t unnerve Katya. No, the photos were what made her grab at the post of the bad and hold herself up. There were thousands, hundreds of thousands of photos of her. Photos of her sleeping, eating, laughing, crying, talking to Tristan, even some photos of her talking to Conan and she had only done that twice. This was where he found her. She was leaning against the bed post, trying to steady her breathing, when there was a scrape of a key in a lock and the door swung open to reveal him. Katya felt her knees give and she crumpled to the floor, or would have if he hadn’t reached out and grabbed her around the waist; lifting her up. She leaned against him even though she didn’t want to, even though she knew he was the one who brought her here, even though she knew this could not be good. “Let me go,” she muttered weakly as he set her on the bed. She looked past him to the door and became disheartened to see that it had closed and inevitably locked again. “You don’t want that, Kat,” was his gruff reply as he turned from the bed and over to the bedside table. “Why do you have me here?” He didn’t say anything. He just opened a drawer and pulled out a small leather covered box. “Did you hear me? I asked why you have me here.” He opened the box and pulled out something, unfortunately he was blocking her view so Katya couldn’t see what he pulled out. “I know you aren’t deaf, Nicholas!” He froze. His hand stopped in the middle of doing something, and he turned to look at her.
“How….?” Katya rolled her eyes, “I’m not dense, actually, I’m rather clever. I have sources, people I can call to look something up for me. A lot of good it did, though, yeah? Nicholas Trenton, age sixteen, expelled from Durmstrang. Your parents are Krista and Michael Trenton, but they are both dead – which is why you are capable of making daily trips to Hogwarts. You have no siblings. But,” Katya chuckled and stood from her position on the bed, “those aren’t the things that are most interesting, no. What interested me the most was that you lost your girlfriend of four years in a horrific accident at Durmstrang, which caused you to get expelled.” Nicholas didn’t say anything. He just stood in front of her, with what he had been preparing hanging loosely in his hand. Katya looked at the needle full of liquid sedative and shook her head while clicking her tongue, “That’s a pity, Nicholas, a real pity.” She took a step toward him and as quick as a flash she was holding the needle in her hand, “Tell me; did you kill her or kill the person who killed her?” That was the wrong thing to say. Nicholas tackled her onto the bed, sending it a couple of inches back. Katya shrieked as he wrestled the needle from her hand. She was too weak, it was no use. She tried to push him away, but she felt the jab of the needle into her thigh all too soon. Slowly her reflexes grew delayed and she was no longer fighting him, her eyelids fell shut – sending her into a black abyss.
“Pochemu? Pochemu, Mama?”
((Izvinite means I’m sorry, ty ne pani mayu means you don’t understand, ya lyublu tebya means I love you, ya ne pani mayu means I don’t understand, da means yes, and pochemu means why? All in Russian.))
