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It was ironic, really. Viktor didn’t care about her name, but that was the only thing of his that she cared about. He was embracing a delightfully tasting elven girl. Her blood was hearty and in this depressing atmosphere it was exactly what he needed. There was a political gathering of the leaders of the various different supernatural being groups today. Everyone knew it was to make a death announcement. Rumor had it that it had something to do with the wolves.
He hummed in appreciation at the thought while he drank. Werewolves were tedious and irritating creatures. As cliché as it was, Viktor hated wolves. Vampires and wolves had never had a good relationship. They saw each other as uncivilized monsters. Vampires thought wolves were filthy and hormone driven. Wolves thought vampires were soulless and callous. So if a wolf had died, all the better. Less annoyances from them, then.
Viktor pushed the thought away as he contemplated what he would do once he came into power and Yakov stepped down. He would make sure those wolves learned their place. Yakov insisted that they keep relations peaceful, at the least, but Viktor saw no reason for that. They were inferior and deserved to be treated as such. Viktor carefully pulled himself out of that thought process in favor of moaning into the elven girl’s neck. Idly Viktor realized calling her a girl wasn’t fair because she was clearly an adult but compared to him everyone was a child so he discarded the thought. She did taste delicious though, and her blood was warming him in just the right ways.
She moaned as her hands started to explore his chest. He had no intention or desire for sex at the moment, but he could taste that she did. Taking blood sometimes led to hormones getting riled up, but even Viktor had enough class not to go into something like that now. Something was creeping into his mind though. Someone was coming down the hall toward the room they were in. Surely no one would be stupid enough to interrupt a feeding vampire. Most vampires got so possessive while feeding that interrupting often led to the intruder’s head being removed.
The door burst open and Viktor pulled away in pure shock. He loosened his grip on the girl and she looked towards the door with him. Standing in the open doorway was a small boy. He had big brown eyes and a mess of inky black hair on his head. He was a child really, or at least looked like it, plenty of species aged differently after all.
The boy was in a dress shirt and slacks, looking far too formal and neat for his expression. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and he was trembling. But as Viktor locked eyes with the child the boy seemed to freeze, tears halting. There was almost a spark between them, something indescribable that happened in the second their eyes met. Viktor sniffed the air slightly, in hopes of figuring out what the boy was and was made immediately aware that the boy was a wolf. He was so small. He hadn’t seen one so young in years.
The moment was broken though as the girl started to react first out of the three. She tensed in Viktor’s arms and stepped away. Anger rolling off of her in waves. She wasn’t anyone important, just a servant or guard for someone else, but elves were strong in magic in their own right. She took another step towards the boy and the child flinched as her harsh words came out to ring in the air.
“You stupid mutt, what the hell do you think you’re doing here? Do you want to die?” Viktor couldn’t tell if she was reacting as such because she knew the danger of interrupting a vampire feeding or if she was really that angry. Her next step indicated the later. Viktor finally looked at her and could tell from a glance that she really was ready to tear the kid’s head off. Just as he was about to reach out and stop her he heard a low growl.
“Touch him and you won’t live more than a minute longer.” In a blur, the boy was being pushed back behind a livid werewolf. Viktor’s eyes widened and he stepped back, instantly recognized her. She was Mari Katsuki. Heir to the wolves. If he was anyone else, he would have been positive she was going to kill him with the look of pure animalistic rage that was burning in her eyes. It was unnerving to see in such a random location. That expression was normally only worn by wolves in battle who had just witnessed a loved one die.
She looked ready for a fight though and Viktor quickly yanked the elven girl back closer to him. Mari would tear the girl to shreds easily. That was the danger of wolves for many, their strength was swift and inherent, no need for preparation or bracing. If you intended to live by fighting with magic, you had to be prepared and the elven girl had tensed up to the point he knew she hadn’t spared a second to think about preparing a defense.
Viktor stared at Mari while Mari stared at the girl in his arms. The tension was broken when a hiccup of a sob broke the silence. In that instance it clicked, Mari was here to retrieve the boy but when she turned to look at him, Viktor felt guilt rip through his chest. If the boy had looked alarmed before he downright appeared to be having a mental breakdown now. His face was crumpled and he had his arms wrapped tightly around him. He was trembling and appeared to have collapsed on the ground by this point. Mari quickly kneeled next to him, mumbling something in soothing Japanese.
It did nothing, the boy’s sobs just became more hysterical. Viktor was vaguely aware that this had to be something of a panic attack and he could only stare in horror that such a small child was going through it. Mari tried to touch his shoulder but he jerked away and shouted in Japanese before continuing his sobs. He looked so fragile.
Viktor braced himself though, wolves, no matter what their age, were never tolerated in his experience to behave that way to a superior, emotional state unstable or otherwise. He held his breath, waiting for the moment where Mari would retaliate but it never came. Viktor raised his brows in surprise but only continued to stare at what she did next.
She grabbed the boy and pressed him to her chest, burying his face into her neck and murmuring sweetly to him. Viktor even saw the elven girl’s eyes widen at this. Wolves considered their necks to be the most important spot to them. Their scents were strongest there after all and it was so vulnerable. Viktor had never before seen anyone of a higher wolf ranking comfort a child of lower rank in such a manner. He knew from what he had learned over the years that the scent of an authority figure, such as the heir or commander or an alpha, had an immensely comforting effect on other wolves. Putting the child’s face to her neck seemed excessive since the scent would be so intense but Viktor decided now was not the time to question the scenario.
The pair stayed like that for a moment, simply embracing as the boy’s sobs ceased. Carefully, Mari stood, still holding the boy in her arms to her chest. He clung to her and seemed lost in his own little world. Mari made eye contact with Viktor that screamed her desire to get revenge for whatever just happened, but she refrained from growling and turned to leave. Not uttering a word to him.
Despite no words being spoken, Viktor still felt unnerved.
-
Hours later at the banquet Viktor’s suspicions were confirmed. Hiroko Katsuki had died, wife of the leader of the wolves. It was a blow to their kind, she was a second mother for many. The picture of motherly love. The news that followed was even more surprising, Toshiya Katsuki had died as well. That had apparently been the real reason behind the assembly. The news had to be announced that their daughter Mari was the next leader of the wolves and had already officially taken over.
The explanation for their deaths was vague, but none could argue. Hiroko had become sickly after the birth of her second child a few short years ago. She passed a few months after the baby was delivered. Grief stricken, her husband had barely been able to keep himself together and his health suffered. A few weeks ago he passed. That was all they had been told.
Viktor found it sad but pushed it from his mind. He did not want to think about the stupid wolves and their fragile, short lives. They were considered semi-mortal. They could live hundreds of years but around 500 their bodies seemed to wither away until death. Both the Katsuki’s had been in their 300s so it had come as a shock. Despite the horribly depressing mood of the place, Viktor was damned and determined to get shit face drunk so he could forget all about the odd encounter earlier and the news of the evening. Yakov and him would be traveling back tomorrow and it would all be over anyway.
Despite Viktor’s determination to put all of the memories away with too many drinks Yakov had another idea. Viktor hadn’t even finished his first glass when the elder vampire showed up and forced him to put the glass down. “I heard about what happened.” He said flatly, expression disapproving and irritated, but since that was such a common expression on him Viktor paid no mind to it.
“Oh really?” Viktor opted for instead, taking a sip of his drink, before quickly placing it down on the table that he was standing by to avoid getting publically yelled at by his mentor.
“You are going to apologize.” The man said before turning and walking away, knowing the younger vampire would follow. The tone meant that if Viktor disobeyed or even thought of trying to sneak away then he was definitely going to regret it. Yakov infrequently resorted to that tone, and consequently Viktor knew it was time to back off and do as he was told.
At first Viktor was unsure of who Yakov was referring to but as they steadily made their way through the banquet hall, he figured it out quickly. They were approaching the boy from earlier. He looked calm as ice. His hair styled back and his clothes fixed so that his black dress shirt and pants of the same color looked immaculate. Not a hair out of place. He looked morbid. Too morbid for a child.
The eerie atmosphere was thankfully broken by the fact that the child was drinking a small cup of milk and was munching on snacks from one of the tables. Next to the boy, was a young woman who was dressed in a simple black dress. At first glance Viktor assumed it was his mother, but quickly focused as Yakov stopped a few steps behind the child, waiting for him to notice. The woman looked at Yakov, her eyes widening and quickly saying something to the boy.
Startled, the boy jerked away from the table, eyes widening in surprise and sat down his glass near the snacks. He turned and gave his full attention to Yakov, only sparing a glance at Viktor. With that glance Viktor could see the boy tense.
Yakov ignored Viktor’s silence and simply addressed the boy in English, “My name is Yakov Feltsman. It is a pleasure to meet you. I offer my condolences.” He said with a sad look in his eyes. Viktor eyed the old man suspiciously, everyone here should already know who he is, even a child that was brought with for some reason. Yakov glanced, irritated at Viktor before continuing, “I apologize for my student’s actions earlier, he did not know who were you were.”
Yuri’s eyes strayed from Yakov and locked with Viktor’s. The boy relaxed as he stared at him, but said nothing for a few moments. The woman was uncomfortable, and coughed as though to prompt the boy. The child didn’t even spare the woman a glance before speaking in a calm voice, “It is nice to formally meet you Viktor Nikiforov. My name is Yuuri Katsuki.”
Viktor felt his blood run cold. He knew it could be seen in his face, but he hardly cared. This boy had to be the Katsuki’s new child. This child must have been the one that spiraled Hiroko’s health into an early grave. Katsuki was the name reserved to the current ruling family of the wolves. No others could take it. And if the boy had been Mari’s she would have been introducing the boy’s other parent at the same time. Speaking of Mari, that explained why she had comforted this Yuuri earlier in such a manor. He was her younger brother.
Viktor might have missed something but the woman prompted Yuuri to continue for some reason she must be a nanny of some sort. “And how old are you, Yuuri?” She asked in a soft, prompting voice.
Yuuri seemed to hesitate before looking up at Viktor, “I’m five years old.” Fuck, this kid was young. Viktor had over two thousand years on him yet the boy had already experienced the loss of family in a way Viktor could only fathom. Guilt raced through his veins and Viktor knew it was painfully evident on his face.
Yuuri tilted his head in an unmistakably childish way as he spoke again, “Do all vampires smell like you?” He said, addressing Viktor before looking at his nanny. She looked appalled and started rushing out something in Japanese to the boy, sounding horrified. He had seemed genuinely interested. Viktor frowned, unsure how to respond. The question was rude, after all.
Yakov laughed and patted Viktor on the back, “Yes they do, Katsuki-san. Viktor here would be considered average in scents.” At the irritated glance Viktor was giving him, Yakov responded, “You are the first vampire Katsuki-san has met. He isn’t familiar with vampires’ scents.”
Viktor nodded, stunned, surprised, and appalled, he knew wolves didn’t care for vampires’ scents but that didn’t mean he was emotionally prepared for being borderline insulted by a child.
The rest of the conversation dulled to a buzz as did the rest of the evening for Viktor.
-
The next time Viktor and Yuuri’s paths crossed, it had been nearly a decade. Viktor had opted out of every banquet since then, he didn’t have to go after all. Consequently, he was uncertain whether or not Yuuri had been there at all. Viktor was only coming this year because it was the first year his own Yuri could attend.
Vampires did not pass down leadership with family, as wolves did. Instead it was based upon careful consideration and process of elimination. Yakov was Viktor’s mentor. If Yakov passed, it was understood Viktor would succeed him. Vampire leaders have numerous students until they settle on one. They would watch the selected one for hundreds of years, to be certain. After a few hundred years passed the student would then look for someone to mentor. After deciding on a descent candidate, the current leader would determine whether or not the new student wasn’t a train wreck of a choice. If the choice was good the leader would prepare to step down for their student to take over.
It was done in this fashion to make sure that the new leader not only was perfectly chosen, but that the new leader was already looking to the future. The process could last thousands of years. There had only been a handful of leaders throughout history. Regardless though, young, feisty Yuri Plitsetsky was Viktor’s choice for a student. He appeared to be around fifteen, frozen at such a young age, but in actuality was already well over 100. Yakov was preparing to step down and Viktor knew it. While many might consider this a time for weakness, with the changing of leadership soon, it was in fact a strong point. Everyone knew it too. They had a dedicated and determined leader with hundreds of years under his belt. A new leader soon with energy to spare and something to prove. And a promising future with the new student. No one would dare try the vampires right now. Or at least, that’s what most would expect.
They would be wrong.
The banquet was already mostly over. Banquets were mostly just a formal event to socialize and let each group announce any relevant news for the coming years. Most everyone had gone by this point. Viktor was busy pointing out important individuals to Yuri. These events were only for the upper class and their servants. Consequently, Yuri had little to know idea who everyone was. Viktor was just pointing out Mari Katsuki when his attention shifted and he focused on a figure approaching. Yuri noticed his mentor’s line of sight and couldn’t help but stare as well.
Approaching them was a teen, appearing around Yuri’s age. He had a blank expression on, but even without any emotion it was obvious he was oozing confidence. People turned and stared as the young man passed. He had on a simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slacks on. His pale skin and dark hair complimented his attire fantastically. He was calm and collected, as though he wasn’t walking towards two of the most dangerous people in the room.
He stopped in front of them, giving Viktor an expectant look, as though waiting for him to speak. Yuri would have said something if there wasn’t a feeling in his gut telling him to keep his mouth shut if he wanted to keep his tongue. Eventually, the man sighed and spoke with a hint of irritation in his voice, “Long time no see, Nikiforov.” He said flatly, apparently having anticipated being recognized. Yuri was glad he had kept his mouth shut, to address a soon leader by just their last name would indicate either a death wish or being on equal standing of the soon leader if not higher.
It was entertaining to see Viktor slowly try to piece things together before speaking, “Yuuri…. Katsuki?” He sounded clueless and Yuri held his breath, how the fuck could Viktor not recognize the most likely heir of the wolves?! They had met after all. Then again, if Yuri recalled Viktor hadn’t seen the other since the kid was five. Okay, maybe it was alright.
Yuuri laughed and rolled his eyes, “The one and only.” He shifted his eyes to Yuri and offered his hand to shake, “Yuri Plisetsky, right?” Yuri nodded as he shook the other’s hand. His mind spinning. Yes, the other definitely was aging well for a wolf but that couldn’t have been the only reason he was here. He and Viktor weren’t friends. And wolves hardly ever subjected themselves to the presence of vampires because of vampire’s smell apparently.
Viktor opened his mouth to speak but promptly shut it, glancing over at the person holding the microphone, about to make an announcement. She had cleared her throat into the mic to get everyone’s attention and it worked wonderfully. It was definitely Mari Katsuki holding the mic. Yuuri seemed calm, and Viktor found himself tensing. Was it just a coincidence that Yuuri had come over here before his sister’s announcement? Or was there a reason behind it?
Slowly, she began to speak, “Hello, greetings everyone. My name is Mari Katsuki and I have a few announcements to make on the behalf of my people.” Her eyes scanned the room and anyone could see the exact moment her eyes locked with Yuuri’s. “In three years I will be stepping down and allowing my younger brother, Yuuri, to lead with no guidance from our officials.”
The reaction was defining silence. Yuuri would be eighteen by that point. While for humans, that would be a surprisingly young age to pass the torch to, for supernatural beings, it was appallingly young. Mari was over two hundred years old. She could easily wait for Yuuri to be older. It was unheard of. Yuuri would be the youngest leader the wolves had ever had to lead without supervision. Viktor felt his eyes land on Yuuri and unsurprisingly saw a small confident smile on his face.
Mari wasn’t done though, apparently, “And from this point forward,” She paused, obviously nervous, before pushing forward, “We are declaring war on the vampires.”
There were sounds of glasses shattering as people bolted. A proclamation of war at a banquet immediately made everyone involved fair game. Viktor felt the world around him turn into a background buzz as he locked eyes with Yuuri. He was met with a prideful smirk. Yuuri had planned for this. In utter confidence, he tilted his head back, as though offering his neck. If he had broken eye contact it could be considered a submissive offer, but with their eyes locked it was obviously a challenge.
Viktor felt his blood boil and in the next instant he flung himself at Yuuri, ignoring everything else. It was purely instinctive. Viktor had spent his entire life at the top and to see this child dare him was infuriating. In the back of his mind Viktor knew that this was just an attempt to dare him to kill the younger, but it was war so it didn’t really matter.
If Viktor passed up such an easy opportunity to destroy the wolfs’ future leader, it would be hell. Clearly it was a challenge. What moron would openly announce who their future leader was with said future leader being so young? It was a blatant challenge and Viktor knew he had to go for it.
He had just managed to pin the younger to the ground and was about to rip Yuuri’s throat out when he felt himself being flung back, stunned for a moment as his back slammed against the wall. Yuuri was sitting up with eager excitement bubbling in his eyes before he lunged after Viktor.
They went at it for a few minutes before Yuuri ended up with a knife thrown into his arm. Wolves were known for the pain tolerance and difficulty to actual physical injure. His arm was limp at his side, but even with blood oozing from his wound he didn’t seem all that alarmed. Viktor was about to say something snarky in Russian, like offering the other to quit when the smell hit him.
It was amazing. That he knew instantly. The smell was what heaven must have smelled like. It smelled good, no doubt, but Viktor shoved the thought away as he pulled himself to focus on what the fuck was causing the scent. It was very sweet, not the sweetest he had smelled but definitely high up there. His eyes widened as he realized that it was Katsuki’s blood. Odd, wolf blood normally smells disgusting.
Confusion stirred in him and he was about to confront the injured wolf that was glaring him down, but suddenly he was moving. Yuri was yanking him away, hissing at him in Russian that they had to go, Yakov’s orders. Viktor only got more confused, quickly looking around. The room was a disaster, and there was a miniature battle going on between various wolves and vampires, but everyone else had left by now. Meaning there was no reason to keep fighting other than proving something to the wolf.
-
Viktor was officially the leader of the vampires now. It had been five years since the war began. It had been surprisingly draining for the Russian. You’d think being immortal and being on what was supposed to be the winning side would make the war easy. It definitely wasn’t though.
He had to deal with nearly everything. Yuri could only handle so much on his own. He had to arrange his forces. He had to watch for raids. Make sure the patrols were doing well. Keep everything documented. Make sure people were safe. Count the dead. Plan sweet revenge on the idiots who thought the war was a good idea. Devise ideas for how to outmaneuver the wolves. Keep a level head.
The wolves were easily holding their own, irritatingly enough. Word had even come that Yuuri Katsuki had taken the role of leader. If he hadn’t heard of it from the intelligence though, Viktor wouldn’t have been able to guess.
He loathed Katsuki. It had taken him a bit to figure out why the war had been declared but by now it just seemed tiresome. There had been rumors that the wolves would have been especially weak after the shifts of power. Considering how fast Yuuri had taken the lead, it must have been always intended for him to be his father’s successor. With that in mind, it wasn’t exactly surprising that they had started such a war. It was a challenge to the world. The worst part was, it was working. They had proven that despite their shifts in power and new young leader, that they were just as fearsome as they had always been.
Viktor wondered how much longer the war would last. Katsuki and himself had gone toe to toe numerous times, leading to an undeniable understanding that they wanted each other dead. How long would Katsuki let this war go on for though? Hundreds had died. Viktor pushed the thought away with irritation as he refocused himself on the tedious present.
He was tired. For a creature that didn’t need sleep that would almost be disconcerting, if it wasn’t for the fact that drowsiness was the first sign of low blood levels. Viktor idly made his way through his home until he was in the kitchen, yanking open the fridge, and pulling out a pack of blood. He sighed and plopped down at the table, sipping idly, as he considered his situation.
The only good thing about the war was that it was strengthening everyone’s ties. Vampires were coming from all over the world to aide in the war. Hell, even his good friend Chris was staying at his house at the moment. Yuri was even shaping up faster than Viktor had anticipated. He was becoming level headed and logical. Viktor was so proud of his little student. If it wasn’t for the fact that a bloody war had caused this, it would be nice.
Viktor frowned as he pulled the pack of blood from his mouth. His brain refocusing on the odd situation at hand. The pack was empty, okay he had drunk all of it, whatever. But what was odd, was the fact that he was still tired. That was way more blood then he needed to stop the drowsiness.
He froze. Realization hit him like a truck and he dashed from the room. He checked room after room, frantic to find Chris before succeeding. He threw the door open and launched himself towards the man currently reading calmly on the bed. Chris looked up, not surprised to see his eccentric friend suddenly on his bed, seemingly overjoyed beyond words. Chris waited patiently as Viktor slowly calmed down.
“So, what’s gotten you so excited?” He said calmly, knowing getting excited prematurely was a waste of time. Viktor gets excited when he gets packages in the mail, it was best to wait and see what this was about.
Viktor was speechless for a few moments, flailing his hands in excitement before finding his words and rushing out, “I’m tired Chris! I am genuinely tired and I just had a pint of blood. A whole pint, from the fridge, pure and everything. The good stuff. And I am still so tired I could collapse, if I wasn’t so excited, do you know what this means?!”
Chris stared blankly before realization dawned and he jerked up to attention, freaking out happily with Viktor as well.
In this world, most had soulmates. It was a much simpler thing for humans. For supernatural beings however, it was a little bit more difficult. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as straight forward as a mark or trading places. It would begin slowly. Every now and then an individual would feel an emotion or sense from their soulmate. It took some many years to notice it, though. Once they noticed it, it would become easier and easier to pick up their soulmate’s emotions and senses. The soulmate had some control of what the other felt, but it was limited. With enough practice, or enough emotion, soulmates could actually talk to each other mentally.
Viktor had spent the first thousand years of his life waiting patiently for his soulmate. He had to have one. Surely, someone would love him in such a way at some point, right? Around fifteen hundred years though, he lost hope. He must be one of the few without one. He had waited over a millennium for his soulmate. Surely if they existed, he would have felt them by now, right?
He had spent the last couple centuries screwing around with anyone at any time he felt like. Sure, it would never amount to what he wanted, but it was better than saving yourself for someone that doesn’t exist right?
Not having a soulmate had made Viktor admittedly cynical. Especially since Chris had one. The younger vampire had refused to disclose who his was though. He said that his soulmate was busy at the moment and in a few years they would be free so he could wait. He had been saying that for quite some time though. Viktor couldn’t help but wonder who the mysterious soul was, but he knew Chris was serious when he used that tone about not wanting to say who it was.
Hell, even Yuri seemed to be thinking his soulmate might have been born recently. He got sensitive when the subject was brought up in a way that he hadn’t before. Viktor had been feeling cheated at the fact he apparently was destined to be alone with everyone around him having a soulmate.
But this curl of sleepiness in his heart meant that he, for a fact, had a soulmate. His heart was singing. Until he remembered the number of people he had slept with the past couple centuries. His soulmate was young, that was the only explanation for only feeling them now, what would they think? Would they hate him? Wish they had a different soulmate?
Viktor pushed the thought away. He would find out when he met them. Until then, he wouldn’t give up.
-
It had been a long two years since he had first felt his soulmate. The war was still raging. Katsuki had shown no signs of giving up anytime soon. It was irritating to say the least. But there had been some good parts. Viktor had gotten quite good, if he did say so himself, with communicating with his soulmate and sensing some of the things that happened to them.
He had tried speaking to them a few times, to no avail. He did treasure what he had picked up from them, still unsure how much they felt from him. They smelled heavenly, when he managed to catch ahold of their sense of smell at a good time. His soulmate was apparently an obsessive cleaner, judging from how frequently Viktor could only smell heavy scents of soap from them. He rarely checked their sense of smell. He hadn’t figured out how to get sight, but sound was easy at this point. His soulmate apparently spent a lot of time in the woods. Touch was also easy too, his soulmate seemed to wear too many clothes, judging by how uncomfortable they were all the time. That and they must love dogs. While that was fine and all, Viktor loved poodles himself, it was still ironic to the vampire considering how he felt about werewolves.
The distressing thing though, was his soulmate’s emotions. Those were painful. They were often filled with pain, heartbreak, and fear. All Viktor wanted to do was find what was hurting his precious soulmate and force it to stop. He would protect the other with his life. All he had to do was find them. The occasional self-loathing was constantly urging Viktor to keep searching for them. But until he could talk to the other, it was more or less futile.
Viktor sighed, rolling over and sitting up, grabbing his mug of warm blood. He had stopped feeding directly, feeling uncomfortable with such an intimate action now that he knew he had a soulmate, but still enjoyed the warm kind over the cool. He had been lounging in bed, lost with his own thoughts and trying to reach out to his soulmate, coming up mostly empty handed.
He was sloshing around a mouthful before swallowing it and sighing happily, pleased with the taste. He felt himself relaxing before a screech in his mind made him freeze.
“You’re a vampire?!?!?!!?!? FUCK!!!!” The voice yelled in utter horror. Viktor froze, startled enough that he nearly chucked his mug as he slowly processed the voice. It had to have been his soulmate, there was no reason any form of mental condition would result in a voice freaking out about him being a vampire.
“Um, yes?” He said aloud, confused before alarm sunk in, realizing his soulmate could very well be human and be scared half to death, feeling blood go down Viktor’s throat. Viktor waited a few minutes and was about to give up trying to mentally prod his soulmate when he got a reply.
“Jesus Christ, I was not expecting that. I-I think I need some time.” His soulmate cut off connection at that and he couldn’t do anything. He knew it would be best to give them some time. It was nerve racking, sure, but he’d do it for his soulmate.
-
It had been two months since the vampire reveal incident, as Viktor mentally referred to it, and he was getting panicky. Did they forget? Were they disgusted? Did they hate him? Could they not figure out how to get a hold of him without panic helping them? Viktor couldn’t exactly do things constantly to get his soulmate to panic enough to talk to him, assuming they even wanted to.
He was sliding into a state of despair and everyone felt it. Yuri was pissed-off because of it. Chris pitied him and offered weak comfort. Viktor ended up spending way too much time with Chris. It was nice being with someone who he knew wouldn’t want anything more from him. Chris was reading when Viktor was broken from his thoughts by a timid voice.
“You… aren’t near Russia, are you?” Russia? Well, duh he was in Russia. He was Russian. Wait, if his soulmate was concerned about his location, then they must know about the war vampires in the area were engaged in with the wolves. Viktor smiled at his soulmate’s concern, as if Viktor’s life was in danger.
Softly, Viktor responded, “Yes I am, I’m actually in Russia. I live here.” Chris rose his eyebrows, realization dawning on his face at Viktor’s mumbled words.
Viktor’s soulmate was silent for a while, considering the information before replying, panic evident in their tone, “I have to end the war then. I don’t want you to die. I couldn’t bare the guilt.”
Viktor sat up straight and quickly replied back, in utter shock, “How could you do that? Even I can’t fathom how to end this war.” His soulmate seemed to be confident in the fact they could end it, more hung up on Viktor’s fate then the task.
His soulmate seemed slightly distracted, not focused on Viktor anymore, as if they had suddenly become busy. “I have connections. Just… please stay safe until this is over. I have to go. Be careful, for my sake, please.” His soulmate was pretty damn good at cutting the line at this point, Viktor bitterly commented, laying down, trying to process the new information.
-
Two weeks later, Viktor received a letter from Katsuki, asking to meet to discuss terms of peace, saying that it was time to end the war. Viktor couldn’t tell if this was a coincidence or not, but something in his gut told him that his soulmate definitely had a lot to do with this.