Leaving The Covens
Character Name: Alexander Ivanovich
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 674
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: April 2007 - Leave
Year: 1602
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"Damn it all to hell." Alexander sighed, laying on his bed and glancing around his chambers. Banners of all sorts hung from the walls. The banner of Viktor's Coven, Alexander's Division Banner, and a few flags were hung haphazardly on the walls. Lamps, an antique desk, chairs, a table, nightstand... The average things one would expect to find.
Alexander sat up and crossed his legs indian style. He sighed, looking out the window at the falling snow, and shook his head. "This is all wrong." Grrrr... "I should be retaking my rightful place on the throne, not stuck here!" Exasperated, 'Exander flopped backwards on his bed, his head hitting the pillow, making it puff up and then flatten out.
It had been four years. Four effing years! Yet, Viktor had not even begun to attempt to fulfill his promise to Exander. He'd done nothing. Not. One. Thing. He'd sworn up and down, promised Exander, that he would help Exander get his throne back from his uncle, but he hadn't, even though it could have already been done. And it didn't look like he ever intended to.
"Bastard." Exander cursed as a knock sounded at the door. He sighed, glancing to the door as another series of knocks sounded. "Who is it?"
"Me."
"Who's 'me'?" Oh, Exander knew who it was. He knew the voice well. A Death Dealer he'd met three years ago.
"You know damn good and well who it is. So can I come in or what?"
Exander laughed. "Yeah, come on in Alucard." He got up from the bed as the door opened, and met his friend halfway through the room, clapping a hand on Alucard's shoulder. "I trust your hunt went well?"
Alucard shrugged. "Not bad I suppose, but could have gone better. No casualties though, so that's good."
Exander smiled. "So why did you come to talk to me?"
"Well Exander... Are you feeling well?"
"What do you mean?" Exander quipped a brow.
"You haven't been on a hunt in a week. Your men are worried."
His men. Yes, they would always be Alexander's men. Not Viktor's, Exander's. Exander knew it. The Death Dealers knew it. The Council members knew it. But Viktor... No, Viktor ignored it. To him, The Russian Elites and the Death Dealers were no different. It irked Viktor that the Russian troops always went to Exander to confirm Viktor's orders.
"Oh!" Exander laughed. "No, friend, I am just fine. I have been thinking."
Now Alucard laughed. "You can do that?"
"Hey!"
"I am joking."
Exander rolled his eyes.
"Seriously though, what have you been thinking about?"
"I've been thinking about leaving the Coven."
"LEAVING?!"
"Yes. Viktor... He's a lunatic, and a liar." Exander pointed to his head.
"Have you spoken about this to anyone else?"
"I haven't left this room in a week. Who would I talk to?"
"But why leave? Amelia is next in line to be awoken. I personally think she's far better than Viktor, though that's not saying much." Both of them laughed at that. "So, what are we going to do?"
"We? Since when has this been we?"
"Since you just told me."
Exander smiled. "Alright then, Viktor is going by train to Ördögház. I am to follow the next day. I'll gather my men, and you can get together whatever Death Dealers are willing to follow you. Then we can grab whatever supplies our wagons can carry, grab our horses, and get the hell out here. What do you think?"
"Sounds good."
...
...
...
The day before Amelia was to be awoken, Viktor went by train to Ördögház, I gathered my men, Alucard gathered a regiment of Death Dealers that were discontented with Viktor, and we all headed East with all the supplies on all the wagons that all of our horses could pull. By the time that my train would have been arriving at Ördögház, we were already days away, and had left no trail to follow.
The best decision I've ever made was to leave the Covens.
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 674
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: April 2007 - Leave
Year: 1602
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"Damn it all to hell." Alexander sighed, laying on his bed and glancing around his chambers. Banners of all sorts hung from the walls. The banner of Viktor's Coven, Alexander's Division Banner, and a few flags were hung haphazardly on the walls. Lamps, an antique desk, chairs, a table, nightstand... The average things one would expect to find.
Alexander sat up and crossed his legs indian style. He sighed, looking out the window at the falling snow, and shook his head. "This is all wrong." Grrrr... "I should be retaking my rightful place on the throne, not stuck here!" Exasperated, 'Exander flopped backwards on his bed, his head hitting the pillow, making it puff up and then flatten out.
It had been four years. Four effing years! Yet, Viktor had not even begun to attempt to fulfill his promise to Exander. He'd done nothing. Not. One. Thing. He'd sworn up and down, promised Exander, that he would help Exander get his throne back from his uncle, but he hadn't, even though it could have already been done. And it didn't look like he ever intended to.
"Bastard." Exander cursed as a knock sounded at the door. He sighed, glancing to the door as another series of knocks sounded. "Who is it?"
"Me."
"Who's 'me'?" Oh, Exander knew who it was. He knew the voice well. A Death Dealer he'd met three years ago.
"You know damn good and well who it is. So can I come in or what?"
Exander laughed. "Yeah, come on in Alucard." He got up from the bed as the door opened, and met his friend halfway through the room, clapping a hand on Alucard's shoulder. "I trust your hunt went well?"
Alucard shrugged. "Not bad I suppose, but could have gone better. No casualties though, so that's good."
Exander smiled. "So why did you come to talk to me?"
"Well Exander... Are you feeling well?"
"What do you mean?" Exander quipped a brow.
"You haven't been on a hunt in a week. Your men are worried."
His men. Yes, they would always be Alexander's men. Not Viktor's, Exander's. Exander knew it. The Death Dealers knew it. The Council members knew it. But Viktor... No, Viktor ignored it. To him, The Russian Elites and the Death Dealers were no different. It irked Viktor that the Russian troops always went to Exander to confirm Viktor's orders.
"Oh!" Exander laughed. "No, friend, I am just fine. I have been thinking."
Now Alucard laughed. "You can do that?"
"Hey!"
"I am joking."
Exander rolled his eyes.
"Seriously though, what have you been thinking about?"
"I've been thinking about leaving the Coven."
"LEAVING?!"
"Yes. Viktor... He's a lunatic, and a liar." Exander pointed to his head.
"Have you spoken about this to anyone else?"
"I haven't left this room in a week. Who would I talk to?"
"But why leave? Amelia is next in line to be awoken. I personally think she's far better than Viktor, though that's not saying much." Both of them laughed at that. "So, what are we going to do?"
"We? Since when has this been we?"
"Since you just told me."
Exander smiled. "Alright then, Viktor is going by train to Ördögház. I am to follow the next day. I'll gather my men, and you can get together whatever Death Dealers are willing to follow you. Then we can grab whatever supplies our wagons can carry, grab our horses, and get the hell out here. What do you think?"
"Sounds good."
...
...
...
The day before Amelia was to be awoken, Viktor went by train to Ördögház, I gathered my men, Alucard gathered a regiment of Death Dealers that were discontented with Viktor, and we all headed East with all the supplies on all the wagons that all of our horses could pull. By the time that my train would have been arriving at Ördögház, we were already days away, and had left no trail to follow.
The best decision I've ever made was to leave the Covens.