"(M/n), what are you doing here?"

A tall, pale man who sat on his bed, holding his face asked as he looked up to see a woman with (h/c) hair and crimson eyes enter the secluded room. Walking closer to the man, the woman named '(m/n)' inhaled slowly, "Yevgraf, dear. My group and I just finished cleaning the dungeon." She said with a solemn voice. "Ah, all the infected have died, I see" Yevgraf's voice shook and (m/n) could practically feel his desperation.

"Yevvy."

Her voice ran warm from her tongue to Yevgraf's ears as he heard the nickname the female vampire gave him years ago. As he looked up to her, the (h/c) haired woman brought his face to her chest, hugging him tightly.

Yevgraf's muscles eased as he inhaled her scent but his mind couldn't help but flash back to all those vampires who had suffered this disease that was deemed unknown by all. He felt helpless. Powerless. Useless. And failure. All the feelings he hated into one. How he wished to dig this feeling out of his chest and burn it with his own hands.

He had lost too many people from this cursed illness.

Feeling the tears prick his ruby orbs, Yevgraf opened his mouth which ended up with his breath hitching. (M/n) held him tighter while rubbing the man's back soothingly, "shh, it's alright. We're going to be okay. It'll be okay, Yevvy- I promise." She whispered more sweet and meaningful words in Yevgraf's ear as he covered his eyes with his hands. He despised showing any signs of weaknesses. Crying was one of them. But with (m/n), he felt that showing a bit of weakness was okay. He knew she would never judge him negatively and that eased him- but at the same time, made him worry. Mostly about her and their future. Not knowing when he, (m/n), or even their future child might die was a nightmare Yevgraf wanted to end.

He was scared.

Hearing sniffles from Yevgraf made (m/n)'s red eyes widen. Yevgraf hardly ever cries. His sniffs filled with despair revealed to (m/n), Yevgraf's desperation. It broke her heart seeing her fiancé acting in such a weak state. She wanted to take away all of his worries and troubles. She wanted them all to disappear. Maybe then will they be able to settle down and have kids.

"I promise I'll find the Ark."

Yevgraf started as he tripped over a hitch in his breath. The yearning voice became suffocatingly toxic to listen to, but (m/n) knew that she was the only person Yevgraf would ever cry to. He needed her and here she'll be; "it's alright, Yevgraf. You don't need to push yourself." She spoke softly.

Gripping (m/n)'s shoulders, Yevgraf pushed her back revealing his red, puffy crimson eyes. Something about his eyes showed perseverance, desperation, conflict, and urgency. "I swear I'll find the Ark. Once I do, I'll heal everyone of this curse. I'll make sure our children have a bright future. I'll make sure everyone will get to live a peaceful and happy life. I'll do whatever it takes to get the Ark- even if I have to give up my soul. Just you wait, (m/n), I'll get the Ark and save us all." Yevgraf's head then fell back to (m/n)'s chest as his voice cracked;

"I promise."

(E/C) and crimson eyes flutter open as (name) slipped back into consciousness. Looking around, studying her surroundings, she recalled being in Yevgraf's chambers. As she sat up, her head spun with the memory; "that... that must've been the promise Yevgraf made." (Name) told herself.

Then she started to feel pity. Yevgraf's true goal was to save the vampires but the stress and frustration must've slowly eaten away at him over time. And without telling anyone of his problems must've added on to that as well.

"Shit! That's right- Mikhail."

(Name) peeled herself away from her pitying thoughts as she rushed to grab the box, the spell-encrypted paper, and her mother's journal, shoving it into a satchel that she found in the room. Throwing herself up, she dashed out of the room and sniffed the air for a specific scent. While flying to the blimp, her nose memorized Mikhail's scent: blood. But not just blood. There was something special about his scent that differed from other vampires. And that special something was snow.

Along with the scent of blood was the mixed scent of snow. Perhaps I was because he lived in the mountains his early life. Thanks to that, (name) could differentiate his scent against all others. Getting a faint whiff of the scent, she turned her head in that direction, "there," She said before she ran after it. Every other second she took a whiff to make sure she was on track.

Upon taking a right, (name) was met with a set of stairs. "This is where his scent lead" the (h/c)nette told herself as she took a step on the metal set of stairs. The more stairs she climbed, the more her heart beated and the more anxious she got because with the scent of blood and snow was the scent of rotten flesh, iron, and ash.

The scent of Yevgraf.

Memories of the moment that was sealed inside that rolled piece of paper made (name) sweat. Her view of Yevgraf wouldn't change- she promised Bishop that; but she couldn't help but to pity the man's motive for wanting the Ark. Then again, Yevgraf had changed drastically compared to himself in that sealed memory. He had gotten too deep in the search for the Ark and now that he's got it, there would be hell to deal with.

"The power of the Ark now resides in me."

She overheard. With wide (e/c) eyes, (name) felt her heart drop. They were too late.

Sensing the girl's presence, Yevgraf averted his gaze where she stood on the stairway; "so you're here too, (name)? Good~" his voice dark causing shivers to travel up the half-vampire's spine uncomfortably. Taking a quick breath, she traveled up and beside Mikhail who gave her a concerned glance.

Not letting her eyes leave Yevgraf, (name) studied him and the first thing she saw was his eye. More specifically, the right one. It was the Ark- anyone could tell by its magnificent yellow glow.

"That's great, Master Yevgraf! That means you can heal everyone's illness!" Tamara cheered only to have her hopes crushed by Yevgraf who boasted of his newly found power. "I have exceeded the vampire race!" He exclaimed as he turned to Tamara. The sight of his crazed eyes frightened her even though she didn't say it.

As much as (name) wanted to stop Yevgraf, she knew she didn't have the power to. Now that he had the Ark, defeating him would prove to be a more difficult task. Then she remembered what she told Yuliy before coming to the mountain:

"Everything will be fine- also, don't worry about Yevgraf. Whether he gets the Ark or not, we'll get it back no matter what because it belongs to the Sirius- to you. I'll do whatever it takes to get it back."

She told Yuliy that she would do whatever it took to get the Ark if Yevgraf got his hands on it. The last thing (name) wanted was for her promise to shatter into a millions pieces of a lie.

'I swear, Yuliy, we'll get the Ark back. Even if death is an option- if it's to help you, I'll accept my fate if it comes to it. I promise.'

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I've been using the word 'promise' a lot lolol! I should the title of this book to Promise XD

It is currently 4 am and I'm about to fall asleep. I just... zZZ(｡-ω-人)

OOH!- today is Mother's Day for me! Is it for you?

TELL YOUR MOTHER/ MOTHER FIGURES HOW MUCH YOU LIVE EM AND HOW MUCH YOU APPRECIATE EM! 

If you're like me and not good with your words, make something. I made white carnations out of tissue. White carnations mean innocent, pure, and it's a good luck gift for women. I also two red ones because I ran out of tissue paper
(⋟﹏⋞) and I drew a white carnation and added some cute words on the picture. Maybe if you're good with arts and craft/drawing you can do that.

Or if you're good at making poems then you can write one. You don't have to give your mother/mother figure something expensive like real flowers (which is why I made fake ones- they cost 10 dollars!! I don't even have 5!), as long as you put effort into what you make and it shows then that's the best gift to give her.

Unlessss... you're like me and your mom/mom figure finds SOMETHING wrong with it or throws it away afterwards. My dad does that too ლ(ಥ Д ಥ )ლ

But I hope your parents keep your gift! If they don't then make a note for them not to sksksk

Well I'm about to collapse so I better get going. Happy Mother's Day everyone!! ('｡• ᵕ •｡') ♡