WHO: Chuuya Nakahara & Irina Romanov. WHAT: Assassinating Lady Irina. WHEN: At the very end of Ren plot [backdated]. WHERE: Irina's chambers/bedroom. WARNINGS: Death, blood, etc. STATUS: Closed/Completed gdoc.
Chuuya had been in this little town for almost a week now. He hardly ever spent more than that in the same place, so it was time now to do what he came to do, which was to assassinate Lady Irina. He didn't know who wanted her dead or why nor did he care. As long as he got paid well, he would do his job.
By now he knew what her day to day schedule was like and knew when she went to bed and where. All he had to do was sneak into her room, slit her throat while she slept, and leave. So he waited until the sun went down and it became dark, figuring she should be asleep by now.
Sneaking into her room was easy thanks to his powers. He wasn't quite sure what it was nor did he understand it, but he was able to do things like jump higher than an average human or walk up on walls, among other things. Which was what he did, walking up on the walls until he reached where her room was, peering inside the window to see if she was asleep.
Lady Irina’s life in court hadn’t been without making an enemy or two. That was just how court life was. Survival of the fittest and the cleverest. The latest insult to her had come in the form of Prince Adam passing over her as a wife for that common, dirty village girl. Lady Irina’s family would have every right to demand compensation for the slight, along with a number of other families. As it was, House Mikaelson preferred to scheme their own comeuppance.
She slumbered in her chambers at her aunt’s abode blissfully ignorant of any contract out on her. Lady Irina slept with the knowledge that no one would be stupid enough to attack her on her family’s home territory. Of course, the vampire clan never took into consideration inhuman assassins.
Still, something woke her. She knew better than to move or otherwise indicate that she no longer slept. Her senses told her to be alert, but to hold.
If he had been a regular human, then Chuuya might not have attacked on her turf. He knew she and her family were well guarded and it'd be quite difficult and almost impossible to get close enough to them to cause any harm. Luckily for him, he wasn't really a normal human and sneaking into her chambers was quite easy.
He entered through the window and walked along upside down on the ceiling until he reached her bed, where he silently dropped onto the floor, landing on his feet beside the bed without a sound before glancing upon her sleeping form. She was quite beautiful, wasn't she? It was a shame he had to kill her, but a job was a job and he intended to finish this one.
He pulled out his dagger and lifted it before bringing it down to plunge into her chest.
It was the drop to the floor that alerted Irina to where her would-be assassin was. Which was fortunate. If his dagger had struck true, she would have been in true danger. She’d had just enough warning to move, but not enough to avoid damage. The blade missed her heart, but managed to pierce her breast.
She cried out in fury and pain as she sprang from the bed away from the assassin. “Fool!” She had no care for her state of undress. Her nightshift billowed out wildly from her movements. “You would have done better to go for the throat. My turn.”
Irina lept for the man over her bed instead of around. A Lady she might be, but her sire had taught her to fight.
Chuuya was usually quiet when dropping to the floor, but to his surprise, Irina had heard him. She was either pretending to be asleep this whole time or had really good hearing or both. He had no idea but before he could attempt to stab her again, she had moved away.
He tsked in annoyance then she leapt at him. He certainly wasn't expecting her to fight back. It was rare that a Lady did, but she seemed to be different. But she was so quick and he didn't have time to react. He could only brace himself as she tackled him to the ground, causing him to stumble over and knocking a few expensive vases to the ground.
There was a scuffle but he managed to shove her away. Before she could attack again, he jumped and was now standing upside down on the ceiling. He glared at her then slowly broke into a grin. "So you fight back, hm? This makes things much more interesting." After several assassinations, it did get a bit dull and boring. Anyone who was a bit of a challenge was always welcome.
She slashed at him with fingernails become claw-like. Black veins flowed from her cheeks to her eyes as her fangs became visible. “You have no idea who you have come for, peasant.” Mikaelson blood flowed hot through her veins. The insult of someone like him coming for her with a knife was worse than the act itself.
When he stood on the ceiling she couldn’t help but gape. Never had she seen anyone display this manner of power, this ability. For that brief moment Lady Irina was off guard.
He didn't have time to avoid the attack, her fingernails scratching his face and leaving claw marks, as blood dripped down his face. It certainly stung and was unexpected, which made him all the more annoyed.
It was rare that he showed his ability like that and whoever did see it usually ended up dead. While she was caught off guard, he used the opportunity to attack her while she was preoccupied. He shot at her from the ceiling, faster than a normal human, and tackled her to the ground once more. Another scuffle happened until he managed to gain the upper hand, wrapping his arms around her from behind and holding her there. He pulled on her hair so her head tilted back, exposing her neck before stabbing the dagger into her throat and dragging it across.
She fought with an enthusiasm no Lady of Court ever would. Most of them would have curled up and shrieked their fear for all to hear. Perhaps not being one of those Ladies was what doomed Irina since no one would hear cries for help her ego wouldn’t let form.
Her blood choked off a sound of surprise after the dagger penetrated her throat. The slash was almost enough to decapitate her. Her death followed swiftly for as much of her life’s blood that spilled from the gaping wound, and Lady Irina went limp in her assassin’s arms. Pale blue eyes that once sparkled with wickedness went dead and dull.
Then the world turned upside down. Instead of her exclusive chambers in the castle it was the bedroom they shared at her estate in Madison Valley that surrounded them.
Chuuya had to hand it to her, she at least put up a fight. Not many did, especially women, so at least this one wasn't so boring like usual.
As the blood spilled and he could feel her take her last breaths, he released her, letting her drop limply onto the floor. Luckily for him, Irina never once screamed or even made much noise to alert the guards. So he was able to leave without much fuss.
Once he was certain she was dead, he shrugged and turned to leave. But when he turned, something strange happened. Rather than seeing a window, he now saw a door and it was very different from the one in her chambers. In fact, the entire room was different. Slowly he started remembering - remembering another life, in the year 2022. In a small town called Madison Valley. And the woman who laid on the floor covered in blood was the person he loved more than anything.
He walked towards her, the dagger dropping from his grip and clattering onto the floor, before he knelt down beside her. "Irina," he said quietly, brushing hair away from her face. He saw the damage he'd done to her throat before quickly looking away. If she was a normal human being, he'd be worried. But she wasn't and she'd come back. Right? She'd done it before.
Before his eyes the gash to her throat closed as if it hadn’t been there. The bloody mess remained. The transition was faster than even her healing which meant the dome had more to do with that than her vampire abilities. Which was a good thing since having her throat slashed would, in fact, kill her. She was not an Original.
Her eyes flew open wide then an eyeblink later she was on her feet and screaming. One hand was on her throat, the other flexed into claws. Panic had her as she turned this way and that, her mind trying to grasp onto what the fuck was going on.
It probably wasn't long before something happened but to Chuuya, it seemed like an eternity. All he could see was the large gash on her neck. Something that, now that he was back to his normal self, he knew was deadly to her. And it was he who did this to her. He didn't mean to harm her, he never would, but he had and now he was feeling... remorse? Guilt? Is that what those emotions felt like?
He didn't know and didn't have time to think about it. The injury suddenly disappeared and Irina was awake now - and screaming. It startled Chuuya a bit but only for a moment. He stood up and tried to pry her hand from her throat, his other hand cupping her face as he tried to calm her.
"Irina? It's okay, we're back here. You're okay." Despite speaking and acting calm, inside he was anything but. The only way one would know was that gravity was out of control. Several objects and furniture floated in mid air while others were crushed by the weight of added gravity. But Chuuya didn't even notice. All he cared about was Irina.
The touch of his hands and sound of his voice was able to bring Irina back from her panic. Her hands clutched at his wrists as she looked at him. It was obvious when sense returned to her since her grip tightened and her eyes grew furious.
“You killed me!” She tossed his hands away from her face. “You slit my throat and bled me out!”
Chuuya didn't mind that she was angry. He was just relieved that she wasn't freaking out anymore like she had been just now. Besides, her being furious meant she was back to her senses. If she was calm or anything else, then he'd worry a little.
"I know, I'm sorry." He rarely apologized. It just wasn't in his vocabulary. But he had killed her, and even though he wasn't himself at the time, he still felt guilty about it.
The apology was what snapped her out of it. Irina knew Chuuya never apologised for anything, even when he was entirely in the wrong. She looked at him as if she were uncertain how to deal with this, then lurched forward into his arms.
Apparently, the only way to deal with it was to seek comfort, something as rare as him apologising.
Even though he had apologized, he was still expecting her to be angry, maybe even yell at him some more or kick him out. Instead she was suddenly in his arms, which shocked him and he didn't move for a few moments. Eventually he came to and he came to, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head and softly apologized again.