@MrZerkon @BlackPantherSasha O'Neill & Jean Belair''If it is alrigth then, it is not like you can die from the smoke anyway'' Jean said as he put a sigaret in his mouth and grabbed his lighter, He held his hand infornt of his sigaret while lighthing it, protecting the flame fromt he soft breeze that went around the house. He inhaled the calming smoke and let it flow out of his longues.
''My story?'' Jean chuckled as the vampire tried to be polite. Jean had never trusted him. One day they get a dead threat to Sasha and the next day this vampire shows up and ask for refugee in this small house. He was searching for something and hiding smething. Jean wasn't exactly keen on sharing his past, or anything actually with this Alexander.
''My story is rather boring'' Jean said, inhaling again from his sigaret.
''A thick book, with a lot of boring content, and pages wiped blank''''But as to why I am here, Sasha and I are partners. We worked together for some years and we have become a dynamic duo in our field of work. You may or may not have heard it but there is someone treathening Sasha because of a thing in her past''Jean pushed his sigaret agains a stone and crushed it until it was no longer burning. His blue eye's shot to the side looking at Alexander with a sharp killer look.
''I am here to protect Sasha, nothing more nothing less. I hope, Mr Sanders, that when that evil vampire comes you will not stop me from killing him. I am more than capable of that'' The look in his eye's dissapeared as a smile appeared on his face. He smacked Alexander on the back as Jean stood up.
''Well, such depressing topic to talk about . I will go to sleep it is late already''The night passes, the next morning
Jean awoke, Sasha's bed was again empty and unslept in. He sighed, he guessed where she would be, ratehr with who she would be.
Sasha listend to Vladimir tellen her about his wife. He spoke about her in such a way that it made Sasha a bit jealos.
''She sounds like a strong woman, I am sure I would have liked her'' Sasha smiled as she sat up on the bed. Anastasia, such a beautifull name. Sasha felt instand respect for her, seeing as she was standing in her shoes right now. Both Sasha and Anastasia loved Vladimir, and were blessed enough to recieve his love in return.
''Let me say something.....as a woman who also loves you.... I am sure she didn't mind not having childeren, nor whould she have regretted falling for you, at least I won't'' Sasha said kissing Vladimir.
''She loved you right? so she got to be with you until her last day, and you have loved and cherished her. Do not ever regret falling in love or letting someone els fall for you, love is so precious, I am sure she was happy'' Sasha carefully said. Again she felt like she was walking on thin ice, any wrong word could harm the suprisingly frail man infront of her.
''I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common woman with common thoughts and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've fallen in love with you, with all my heart and soul, and to me, this is enough. I won't wish for anything you cannot give me, nor shall I try to force you and give it to me. I am sure Miss Anastasia would shared my thoughts. Love is the only thing I would ever ask of you, and you have given me that, so I am happy'' ''I love you'' Sasha said with heated cheeks. She hoped it was clear, Vladimir should not blame himself so much, not trap himself in pain.