Born Free Chapter 19 Alfred Ivan RusAme
Alfred Ivan RusAme
On the Road Again
Ivan searched for the better part of an hour and still found no sign of Alfred. He began to mutter a long string of very foul words under his breath that grew steadily louder each passing moment as his frustration neared its peak. He felt the telltale vibration in his pocket he knew without looking who it was, reluctantly he answered the phone to a grim sounding Gilbert on the other end, “They’ve made it to the old hideout. We need to move soon.”
Ivan’s sucked in a breath, that was not what he needed to hear right now, “Well we both knew it was only a matter of time, but I was hoping it would have taken them longer to find our trail.”
“We’re all packed and ready to go as soon as you get back. Did you burgerbrains yet?”
Ivan let out a frustrated huff, “Niet.” he said as he climbed the hill and noticed Alfred’s pack just over the next ridge, “Wait, I think I
The demon named Beur found himself outside the slave auctions, again. It was not his favorite place but he had been requested by the slave master, Moloch. Beur and Moloch had no love for each other Beur was constantly trying to shut him down for trafficking in children. The adults didn't bother Beur so much, in his mind many of them were there by their own hands. The foolish Demons and other creatures with desperate wishes who bargained away their freedom for one misguided cause or another, Beur had no mercy for them. But it wasn't a practice he supported either way, in his mind no creature should be enslaved to another, he preferred... other methods. But too much interest in the practice meant the slave trade was going nowhere anytime soon. So Beur did the only thing he could think of, which is… regulate the fuck out of it.
He entered the dark dilapidated
Sunset MomentsIvan searched the empty streets for hours; he was just about to give up when he finally found who he was looking for. He walked over and stood behind Alfred silently, unsure of what to do next.
Alfred didn't notice Ivan as he sat on the beach and stared out at the vast sea before him. He left the meeting early to go clear his head. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the thoughts of a certain Russian nation out of his mind. Was he imagining the lingering looks Ivan had been giving him lately? Just the thought of Ivan returning his feelings thrilled him and made his heart race. Yes, it had to be his imagination, Alfred assured himself. There was no way Ivan would ever feel that way about him. But the truth was, he had been thinking of nothing but Ivan lately. Alfred sighed frustratedly and lay back on the sand to stare up at the sky.
Ivan remained quiet, still unwilling to disturb Alfred's moment. Instead he watched the pull and push of the endless dance