This Is Why I Fight
Character Name: Alexander Ivanovich
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 913
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: Remember - August 2007
=/+\+/+\+/+\= 【Trans-Siberian Orchestra】Christmas Eve Sarejevo
=December 24th, 1596=
"What are you still doing up Isirdra?" Ah my little sister, she was always so cute. Smart and strong-willed too. "You know that Santa won't come until you're fast asleep." I chuckled. Of course it was I that put the presents under the tree, but why spoil it for her?
"So why do you get to stay up then?" Isirdra argued, pouting, with her hands on her hips. Lord, for a little kid, she was a stubborn one. I chuckled. I couldn't help it.
"Because Mr. Clause wants me to make sure you get to bed. It's a deal he and I made while mother was pregnant with you." I smirked. I wasn't the mean older brother that most kids think of today, but that's not to say that I wasn't cocky. I still am.
"Oh yeah? Well if he only comes around on Christmas Eve, and kids have to be asleep, how'd he make a deal with you? Huh? Answer that." Ooo, she had a good point. Think quick, I had to.
"He woke me up. I stayed out here like you always do. But he woke me up because he knew mother was going to have another child. He told me that if I made sure that my little sibling was in bed, I could stay up on Christmas Eve and talk to him as he set the presents out." Isirdra pouted again.
"Not fair." She crossed her arms, and looked toward the fireplace and under the tree. "I hope mother has another kid so I can stay up too." Oh God, hoped mom didn't. Because if she did, it would ruin things. All the things I'd told Isirdra would immediately blown wide open as blatant lies. She'd never speak to me again if she'd found out I'd lied to her like that.
"Now come on, off to bed Izzy." I smiled, putting my hand on her back and trying to scoot her toward the stairs. I always liked playing this little game. It was fun. But this time was special.
"Oh, come on Exander. Please? Just a little longer? Come on..." She begged and pleaded.
"No. Up to bed." I said it firmly. I put my foot down. I... didn't really mean it. Looking back on it now, I'm sure she thought I was being mean about it. Chris was to her, what celebrities are today.
"But, please, please please please? I can hide! I just want to see him."
"No. Isirdra, we've been over this before. You can't-." But, before I could finish, there was a rapping on the roof. It sounded like hooves...
"Is that...?" Isirdra began. The question was obvious. And it was quickly answered when the sounds of someone climbing down the chimney were heard. In about a moment, the answer was definite as a portly man in red stepped from the chimney with a sack. Yes, the palace's chimney was huge. "Santa... Santa!"
"Hmm? What?" Santa was dumbfounded. The truth was that the man was just a portly palace guard, but he'd agreed quickly when I told him I wanted to do something special for my sister, and I'd gone over the story I'd rehersed. "Alexander, have you forgotten our deal?"
"No... I was trying to get her to bed, but she wouldn't go."
"Alexander, I'm afraid that this simply won't do. We had a deal... You broke it. I'm sorry, but-."
"Oh no! Please Mr. Clause, don't punish Exander. I just wanted to stay up to see you. I'm sorry. I'll go to bed, just please don't punish my big brother." I couldn't help it. My eyes actually teared up a bit, and i had to wipe them. Yes, it may sound funny to some that the son of the Tsar, and a future vampire, would tear up because of his little sister, but, hey... It was my little sis...
"Well, I don't know... Will you promise me that you won't tell anyone you met me? I can't have every child expecting to meet me you know. I'd never get to drop all of the presents..."
"Yes! Of course, I promise!"
"Alright then, head on up to bed while your brother and I put out these presents, okay?" He smiled, the fake beard moving with his expression.
"Alright!" and she was off. A moment later, her door closed, and the man and I chuckle to ourselves.
I sighed. "Thank you. I think we both just made a little girl very happy."
"You're welcome," he chuckled. "she deserves to be happy. She is but a child, and all children deserve happiness, especially during the holiday season."
"I couldn't agree more." I smiled. "So, how did you make the sounds?"
"I'll never tell." The man laughed. "But 'ere's a 'int for you: sea turtles mate, sea turtles."
I still don't get it...
=December 24th, 1996. London, England=
"I really still don't get it." Shaking my head, I put the last of my eight silver nitrate bullets into the revolver in my hands, and smirked. Walking around the corner near the top of the magnificent bell tower known as Big Ben, I span the chamber of the revolver, and snapped it into place with a flick of my wrist. Raising the revolver, I aimed at the four lycans ahead of me. "Merry Christmas. Now come and get your presents."
I pulled the trigger and kept pulling...
I didn't bother to aim for the head...
Origin: Underworld - OC
Word Count: 913
Character’s LJ: alxndr_ivnovich
Rating: PG -13
Prompt: Remember - August 2007
=/+\+/+\+/+\= 【Trans-Siberian Orchestra】Christmas Eve Sarejevo
=December 24th, 1596=
"What are you still doing up Isirdra?" Ah my little sister, she was always so cute. Smart and strong-willed too. "You know that Santa won't come until you're fast asleep." I chuckled. Of course it was I that put the presents under the tree, but why spoil it for her?
"So why do you get to stay up then?" Isirdra argued, pouting, with her hands on her hips. Lord, for a little kid, she was a stubborn one. I chuckled. I couldn't help it.
"Because Mr. Clause wants me to make sure you get to bed. It's a deal he and I made while mother was pregnant with you." I smirked. I wasn't the mean older brother that most kids think of today, but that's not to say that I wasn't cocky. I still am.
"Oh yeah? Well if he only comes around on Christmas Eve, and kids have to be asleep, how'd he make a deal with you? Huh? Answer that." Ooo, she had a good point. Think quick, I had to.
"He woke me up. I stayed out here like you always do. But he woke me up because he knew mother was going to have another child. He told me that if I made sure that my little sibling was in bed, I could stay up on Christmas Eve and talk to him as he set the presents out." Isirdra pouted again.
"Not fair." She crossed her arms, and looked toward the fireplace and under the tree. "I hope mother has another kid so I can stay up too." Oh God, hoped mom didn't. Because if she did, it would ruin things. All the things I'd told Isirdra would immediately blown wide open as blatant lies. She'd never speak to me again if she'd found out I'd lied to her like that.
"Now come on, off to bed Izzy." I smiled, putting my hand on her back and trying to scoot her toward the stairs. I always liked playing this little game. It was fun. But this time was special.
"Oh, come on Exander. Please? Just a little longer? Come on..." She begged and pleaded.
"No. Up to bed." I said it firmly. I put my foot down. I... didn't really mean it. Looking back on it now, I'm sure she thought I was being mean about it. Chris was to her, what celebrities are today.
"But, please, please please please? I can hide! I just want to see him."
"No. Isirdra, we've been over this before. You can't-." But, before I could finish, there was a rapping on the roof. It sounded like hooves...
"Is that...?" Isirdra began. The question was obvious. And it was quickly answered when the sounds of someone climbing down the chimney were heard. In about a moment, the answer was definite as a portly man in red stepped from the chimney with a sack. Yes, the palace's chimney was huge. "Santa... Santa!"
"Hmm? What?" Santa was dumbfounded. The truth was that the man was just a portly palace guard, but he'd agreed quickly when I told him I wanted to do something special for my sister, and I'd gone over the story I'd rehersed. "Alexander, have you forgotten our deal?"
"No... I was trying to get her to bed, but she wouldn't go."
"Alexander, I'm afraid that this simply won't do. We had a deal... You broke it. I'm sorry, but-."
"Oh no! Please Mr. Clause, don't punish Exander. I just wanted to stay up to see you. I'm sorry. I'll go to bed, just please don't punish my big brother." I couldn't help it. My eyes actually teared up a bit, and i had to wipe them. Yes, it may sound funny to some that the son of the Tsar, and a future vampire, would tear up because of his little sister, but, hey... It was my little sis...
"Well, I don't know... Will you promise me that you won't tell anyone you met me? I can't have every child expecting to meet me you know. I'd never get to drop all of the presents..."
"Yes! Of course, I promise!"
"Alright then, head on up to bed while your brother and I put out these presents, okay?" He smiled, the fake beard moving with his expression.
"Alright!" and she was off. A moment later, her door closed, and the man and I chuckle to ourselves.
I sighed. "Thank you. I think we both just made a little girl very happy."
"You're welcome," he chuckled. "she deserves to be happy. She is but a child, and all children deserve happiness, especially during the holiday season."
"I couldn't agree more." I smiled. "So, how did you make the sounds?"
"I'll never tell." The man laughed. "But 'ere's a 'int for you: sea turtles mate, sea turtles."
I still don't get it...
=December 24th, 1996. London, England=
"I really still don't get it." Shaking my head, I put the last of my eight silver nitrate bullets into the revolver in my hands, and smirked. Walking around the corner near the top of the magnificent bell tower known as Big Ben, I span the chamber of the revolver, and snapped it into place with a flick of my wrist. Raising the revolver, I aimed at the four lycans ahead of me. "Merry Christmas. Now come and get your presents."
I pulled the trigger and kept pulling...
I didn't bother to aim for the head...