In the lions den [Michael/Erik]

[Anastasia Romanova]

all your love

will be exorcised

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Ana sat in the vast empty space that was Erik Orlov’s lair. She’d had the night of her life just over a week ago and when she’d found Michael was once again looking for her, Ana ran into his arms once again, well jumped into his car, however it wasn’t the reunion she’d thought it was going to be. He had saved her to tell her, he knew. He knew who she was, who she really was. She remembered his words, his questions, his promises and requests, he knew she was Anastasia Romanova, former Grand Duchess of Russia and fugitive to the order of Erik Orlov. He’d pleaded with her to disappear, to run into the night and never look back, she didn’t want to, but in his eyes she saw fear, hurt, love. With full intention of running for him, running with him once he’d dealt with Orlov like he wanted to, she had to secure her family heirlooms before leaving. When she had gotten to her storage area her world went black before she even knew what was happening. She wasn’t aware that Erik had gotten his people to follow her for weeks now, he’d found her that night that Michael appeared at her window. The night she’d fallen for a guy she promised herself she wouldn’t. Orlov’s team had tracked her, stalked her, and when the moment was right, kidnapped her.

Next this she knew she woke up tied to the metal chair, bound by vervain soaked bindings. She felt drowsy, drugged almost… until a searing pain shot through her leg and she let out a cry of pain as it woke her up properly. “What the…?” She frowned hearing Russian voices. They were saying she was a traitor, she deserved to die, they wanted her family dead and she survived, she was theirs now though. Ana wasn’t one for fear, but a realisation hit her, Michael. She opened her eyes and properly looked around, her heart felt like it was in her mouth. “Where is Orlov? Where are you, you hooy morzhovy?” she smirked, “Hiding from a little girl? Ass.” She muttered and swallowed the dry air. She felt like she had glass in her throat, she was weak, but she knew he liked it that way, he thought she’d fight less - what an ass. Ana’s attention went back to her leg, she looked down at it, it was a bullet wound, wooden… Like Michael had used on those guys at the mansion. That’s what the pain had been earlier. She glanced up at the light above her, it was too bright, she felt her head become heavy and her eyes roll back. Soon the darkness overtook her once again.

If Michael hadn’t tried to warn her, she’d possibly have worried he was working with Erik against her, or would she have? No one could fake what they had, he loved her and that’s all she needed, no one, not even the worst of the worst could pretend to feel the way they had felt when they were together that night. She felt the coldness of the sweat and random condensation against her skin as she felt herself become more aware of her surroundings once again. Her eyes weren’t focusing properly at first, she narrowed them as a figure came up to her. He was tall, brown hair, slight stubble… was it Michael? She smiled, “Mic…” She muttered quietly, almost inaudible, however before she could say anything else she felt a shock of electricity course through her. “Argh!” She screamed and her eyes soon focused and saw just another henchman. “Is he scared of me in this state? What a chump.” She uttered and heard steps on the metallic steps that lead to the office and upper levels. She had guessed she was in a basement area with window very high up allowing the last of the sunlight in. Her mini sleep seemed to have given her a small boost of energy. She pulled on the bindings that wrapped her wrists as she watched the figure walk towards her. The figure wasn’t alone, there was two of them, a taller bigger man and, Ana gasped seeing the figure she knew all too well. Michael. She didn’t linger on him too long. “I thought I’d be dead by now.” She told him with as much wit and snap as she could muster.

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TAG: Michael Raymond Shepard @erik WORDS: 781
NOTES: Maybe Erik to go next? The Russian is just really bad insults lol... OUTFIT: link

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