Don't Leave

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I used google translate for the Russian and the Swedish because i'm not a fluent or native speaker of either.

I wake with a swift jolt and find I'm limited in my mobility. I survey my surroundings and see i'm in a car. I glare at the guardian next to me. She's got dark brown hair and brown eyes. I swivel my gaze to the front where a tall guardian drives. He's also got brown hair. "She's awake Dimitri." says the woman. "I know Roza." The man, Dimitri, says. "Ебать"(Fuck) I groan out softly realizing that I had been caught by two of the most famous Guardians.

"Я бы посмотрю ваш язык."(I would watch your language.) he tells me. "Извините, хранитель Беликов"(Sorry, Guardian Belikov.) I mumble hanging my head. Could this get any worse? I look out the window and see the familiar gates of St. Vladimir's Academy illuminated by the setting sun that casts an almost ethereal glow on the black cast iron gate.

Great, I'll have to walk through the courtyard to get to the headmistress' office. Guardian Belikov gets out of the vehicle and opens my door. I almost fall, ass first, out. A warm hand grabs me sending shivers through my body. I look up and see the guardian I had hit. His pale grey eyes entrance me. I can see many different shades of grey swirled in his eyes. His right eye is slightly swollen and the right side of his face is covered in blood.

"You need stitches. Though I wouldn't quite trust the nurses here. If you'll let me I can stitch it up as an apology." I mumble braking away from him. I blush standing on shaky legs as he nods his head wincing slightly. I walk behind Guardian Belikov as the pale-eyed Guardian brings up the rear. I try to ignore the looks I get from my fellow students.

I trip up the steps to Kirova's office. The pale-eyed guardian catches my arm and steadies me. "I'll take you up on that offer, novice. I have a feeling that you and I are going to be seeing each other a lot until you graduate" he says in my ear before nodding at Guardian Belikov. I shiver at the Russian accent to his voice.

It doesn't surprise me at all. Most of us were a mix of Russian, Turkish and other Slavic countries. I was Balkan and Slavic mixed. My mother was from Norway and my dad was Turkish. I had my dad's looks but my mom's curly and unruly hair. I never really knew my parents before I was dropped at the gates of St.Vladimir's. I can feel Mason tapping at my shield. I don't relent and follow after Belikov into Kirova's office.

"Sit." she instructs me and I ignore it. "I can stand,
Gammal kvinna(Old Woman). Plus, I've been sitting for who knows how long." I spit out glaring at the headmistress. She glares back muttering about having Deja Vu. "I'm going to cut to the chase. Since you are so skilled and share a bond with Novice Castile you are staying and will be forced into extra training by Guardian Belikov as well as your regular classes. You will have no contact with the outside world and will have a curfew." she spits out before dismissing me.

"So, your babysitting me and forcing me to train with a foreign and unknown person. You wonder why I left. May I remind you
Gammal kvinna that I only have to take fine arts classes and can take on all the novices in my graduating class." I spit out at her and she glares harder. "I know what classes you take and your capabilities as a novice. I also know the rumors that surround you, Petrova. Would you rather prefer to be a blood whore." she spits out getting into my face. I tense up and look away. "
Du vet att rykten är falska, häxa. Du vet vad som verkligen hände."(You know those rumors are fake, witch. You know what truely happened.) I mumble lowly and her eyes soften.

I growl out not wanting her sympathy, they did nothing and said I was asking for it. "Same room." is all she says before a warm hand lands on my elbow and guides me out of the office. I rip my elbow out of their grip and go to stomp down the hall but I'm tackled by a hard mass. I yelp as I fall unable to brace myself due to shock.