Until Tomorrow
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
966
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
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Summary: Follow the lives of Danya Kushenev and Nick Rashovitz as they fall in and out of love. With others. With each other. A brief summer romance, love, sex, jealousy, anger, rage, betrayal, life, death, pain, hope, trust, and one secret that could change everything. Reviews and criticism are welcome. Will hopefully have a title.
Note: As of right now, this doesn’t have a title. I’m sorry but I can’t think of a good one for this yet. I’m open to suggestions.
Warning: This story will contain malexmale (okay several of them) pairing(s). If you don’t like the concept of two guys being together, then don’t read this. It will also contain a lot of adult themes, adult language, lemon, rape, abuse, and much more that I can’t remember right now. Warnings will be given ahead of time.
Current chapter warnings: mild angst and implications of death.
Another Note: Thanks to my wonderful betas, coolraven94, Reiver Vicious, Bah Humbug, and Sheleight McCullough.
Prologue
Belgrade, Serbia
December 1995
Anya Rashovitz’s eyes snapped open at the sound of her mother’s voice. Usually soft and gentle, it was rushed and frightened tonight.
“Anya, wake up!” she murmured into Anya’s ear, not seeing that she was already awake. “Put on your warmest clothes and take Nikolych to the church. Hurry!”
“But why?” Anya asked, sitting up and trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
“There’s no time to explain. You must hurry!” Anya nodded, hearing the note of fear in her mother’s voice. She rose and, with trembling fingers, dressed in her warmest clothes. She had just finished lacing up her boots and straightened up when her mother pressed a warm bundle into her arms. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Anya stifled a gasp of surprise.
“Quick! Go out the back way!” her mother urged. “Run and don’t look back! No matter what happens, you must not stop!” Anya nodded and hurried through the darkened house. She reached the back door and hesitated. Then, breathing heavily, she pushed the back door open. She heard low voices of soldiers speaking to her mother. There was a slapping sound and her mother cried out in pain.
“Mama!” one of her siblings called, though she didn’t know which one.
“Search the house!” one of the soldiers ordered. There were shouts and a lot of movement. Nikolych gave a soft whimper. Anya held him close and slipped out into the shadows. It was snowing gently outside and it was bitterly cold. Anya made sure the door closed softly behind her before running though the streets. There was a long silence, then several gunshots and horrible screams. Anya stifled a soft cry and she could feel Nikolych sobbing softly.
“Shh Nicky. You need to be quiet, okay?” she whispered, hugging him close. She felt him nod. She looked around momentarily before darting through the streets towards the church she and her family had attended for all her life. Only a couple of blocks. Then loud shouts were heard and barking dogs were after her. She burst into a sprint, praying she made it to the church before they caught up to her. Nikolych whimpered softly in her arms. As she rounded the corner the large church loomed into view. She slowed to a walk, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She mounted the stone steps and gently set Nikolych in the corner. He tightly clung to her.
“No…don’t go,” he whimpered.
“Let go Nicky. You have to be brave okay? Be a big boy for me.”
“I’m scared.”
“It’ll be okay. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be okay. You’re strong, just like mamma is.” She hummed a lullaby that her mother sang to all of them when they were babies. She felt Nikolych slowly drift to sleep and his grip loosen. She managed to free herself from him and took the cross that she had worn since she was a little girl from her neck. It was a simple metal cross hanging from a delicate silver chain. She pressed it into his tiny palm and tenderly kissed his forehead.
“Farewell Nicky,” she whispered. Then, she faded away into the swirling snow.
To be continued…
Note: Sorry it’s so short. Reviews and criticism are always welcome.
Summary: Follow the lives of Danya Kushenev and Nick Rashovitz as they fall in and out of love. With others. With each other. A brief summer romance, love, sex, jealousy, anger, rage, betrayal, life, death, pain, hope, trust, and one secret that could change everything. Reviews and criticism are welcome. Will hopefully have a title.
Note: As of right now, this doesn’t have a title. I’m sorry but I can’t think of a good one for this yet. I’m open to suggestions.
Warning: This story will contain malexmale (okay several of them) pairing(s). If you don’t like the concept of two guys being together, then don’t read this. It will also contain a lot of adult themes, adult language, lemon, rape, abuse, and much more that I can’t remember right now. Warnings will be given ahead of time.
Current chapter warnings: mild angst and implications of death.
Another Note: Thanks to my wonderful betas, coolraven94, Reiver Vicious, Bah Humbug, and Sheleight McCullough.
Prologue
Belgrade, Serbia
December 1995
Anya Rashovitz’s eyes snapped open at the sound of her mother’s voice. Usually soft and gentle, it was rushed and frightened tonight.
“Anya, wake up!” she murmured into Anya’s ear, not seeing that she was already awake. “Put on your warmest clothes and take Nikolych to the church. Hurry!”
“But why?” Anya asked, sitting up and trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
“There’s no time to explain. You must hurry!” Anya nodded, hearing the note of fear in her mother’s voice. She rose and, with trembling fingers, dressed in her warmest clothes. She had just finished lacing up her boots and straightened up when her mother pressed a warm bundle into her arms. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. Anya stifled a gasp of surprise.
“Quick! Go out the back way!” her mother urged. “Run and don’t look back! No matter what happens, you must not stop!” Anya nodded and hurried through the darkened house. She reached the back door and hesitated. Then, breathing heavily, she pushed the back door open. She heard low voices of soldiers speaking to her mother. There was a slapping sound and her mother cried out in pain.
“Mama!” one of her siblings called, though she didn’t know which one.
“Search the house!” one of the soldiers ordered. There were shouts and a lot of movement. Nikolych gave a soft whimper. Anya held him close and slipped out into the shadows. It was snowing gently outside and it was bitterly cold. Anya made sure the door closed softly behind her before running though the streets. There was a long silence, then several gunshots and horrible screams. Anya stifled a soft cry and she could feel Nikolych sobbing softly.
“Shh Nicky. You need to be quiet, okay?” she whispered, hugging him close. She felt him nod. She looked around momentarily before darting through the streets towards the church she and her family had attended for all her life. Only a couple of blocks. Then loud shouts were heard and barking dogs were after her. She burst into a sprint, praying she made it to the church before they caught up to her. Nikolych whimpered softly in her arms. As she rounded the corner the large church loomed into view. She slowed to a walk, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She mounted the stone steps and gently set Nikolych in the corner. He tightly clung to her.
“No…don’t go,” he whimpered.
“Let go Nicky. You have to be brave okay? Be a big boy for me.”
“I’m scared.”
“It’ll be okay. I know you’re scared, but you’re going to be okay. You’re strong, just like mamma is.” She hummed a lullaby that her mother sang to all of them when they were babies. She felt Nikolych slowly drift to sleep and his grip loosen. She managed to free herself from him and took the cross that she had worn since she was a little girl from her neck. It was a simple metal cross hanging from a delicate silver chain. She pressed it into his tiny palm and tenderly kissed his forehead.
“Farewell Nicky,” she whispered. Then, she faded away into the swirling snow.
To be continued…
Note: Sorry it’s so short. Reviews and criticism are always welcome.