More Than Trouble

Badder than old King Kong And meaner than a junkyard dog You see he stand 'bout six foot four All the downtown ladies call him Treetop Lover All the men just call him Sir   

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Nodding in agreement the witch was no fool. Nothing was guaranteed. Dark eyes followed as the other poured a generous serving of an expensive liquor.  Despite the situation not involving his daughter directly there still would be an adverse effect. He took no pleasure revealing the details and nodded verifying it had occurred in the bar. It was Pavlo’s turn to reveal what he knew, but he was keeping his cards awful close to his chest. 

It took a moment before Pavlo finally opened up. Val’s dark eyes pulled away from the drink and instead settled on his friend. Humans were fickle and frankly, he wasn’t shocked a mutiny was in play.  A brow lifted at the mention of Ben. Never one to hold back in the others prescence he suggested, “If we know who the agressor is I  think it’s time to retailiate. Granted their plan was hindered by Addison lets not wait around for another attempt.” The demon was not one to take anything lightly. The witch would only have to say the word and he’d happly wipe the coven from this dimesion. Their souls could be of use in his home realm; however, Val knew better than to assume anything. 

With the last question he picked up the tumbler and took a drink, “The man attempted to rape her,” he paused for a moment. “He was unsucessful but she  was spooked. It took time to calm her down.” He was purposely vague with the last statment. 

Pavlo took the moment of pouring the liquor to gather his thoughts. It was not a matter of trusting Val, for that he did without question, no it was more a matter of what the next steps would be. If he revealed his suspicion, which he knew he would need to do, would a war be started. Would Ben consider this the firing of the first shots? Of course hearing that Addison had been attacked in his bar one could argue that Ben was in fact the one to fire first. Taking a deep pull from his glass he finally revealed what he had been holding onto for a long time. Looking up to see the darkening of Val's eyes, something that would scare anyone who didn't know the truth of his nature he once again wondered what war was about to be started. "That's the problem," Pavlo said after a moment. "I don't know for sure that it is Ben. These are merely speculations and rumors. There are those in the coven still loyal to me and mine who have mentioned that Ben has been unhappy with things under my control for some time. However, why would Ben attack his own daughter to get to me. That's what troubles me the most. Is this mutiny against me or the coven?" Frowning he took another drink and looked over at Val, wondering what he was thinking and wanting to know exactly what had happened. "Addison was lucky she was able to stop the man," he replied quietly, glad that it was not Sasha. Nodding absently he put his glass down, "I'm glad she was able to call you and that you were able to assist. I think for now it's time to see what Ben is up to without raising his suspicions. Perhaps Addison can be of use in this matter. I can have Sasha gather information, they are friends or do you feel more comfortable doing a little digging yourself?" 

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Nodding at the question he took another comforting drink of the amber liquid. The fact that someone decided to attack a coven member with such close lineage to Pavlo was more than just a little concerning.  Rubbing the back of a knuckle against his forehead he realized his mistake. The first words out of his mouth should’ve been: Sasha is safe. One thing he knew of the turbulent witch was his concern over his daughter was unwavering and always sat in the forefront of his mind. At times the sentiment and responsibility carried over to him as his partner was most at ease when his mind was quieted of worry over his daughter. Finally, he ebbed out, “Sasha is fine. You made sure of it.”  

Letting his eyes fall on the bottle he titled his head trying to find the least abrasive way of saying what was to come next. The demon more times than not lacked tack.  “Addison was attacked-at work while closing up. Defending herself against an attempted sexual assault she killed him.” Looking up his dark eyes set on Pavlo, “I cleaned it up and she is fine-for the most part, but something is incredibly off about the whole thing.” 

Pavlo felt his stomach had dropped to his knees if not his feet. He was well aware of the darkness coming and those working against him, but for Val to be sitting in his office at this moment he could not quiet the racing of his mind and the fluttering rolls in his stomach. Sighing in relief he practically fell back in his seat, now able to sip his own drink. Not sure what had happened to bring Val here he could now focus on that, knowing Sasha was safe from harm. Yes he had taken many steps to always ensure that Sasha was safe, but as he had learned long ago, nothing was fool proof and her life was not guaranteed. Of course his mind wandered to the night he lost her, and though Val was the reason why she was here again, not that she knew that, but it was a chance he refused to ever take again. “Knowing what I have done to ensure it and it being true are unfortunately not the same thing.”

Pavlo leaned forward and refilled both their glasses, less anxious than before but still uncertain about what was to come next. When Val spoke it caused his to suck in air through his teeth. Frowning at the words, Addison was Sasha’s best friend, who would dare attack her. “In my bar?” He asked, even more agitated and surprised. Clearing his throat he looked into his glass, “I had my doubts but now I have to wonder . . .” He knew there were those that wanted him replaced, but this was a solid direction. Raising his eyes to the dark ones of his partner he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Thank you for doing that, all of that. It is off and unfortunately I think I know why.” Taking a sip he gathered his thoughts, “There are those who would like to see me removed from leader of the coven, and I fear they are moving to do that, despite who is hurt.” With another sip he knew Val would want to know who, “I don’t know why he would do this, but her father, Ben, I believe is leading this attack for my spot. What Addison has to do with that, as I said I don’t know. I do know one thing, I will find out, you have my word on that.” Leaning forward, “What do you mean fine for the most part? Is there something I need to know?”

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This seemed to be their way. Always dancing around and dallying in polite conversation and rarely ever getting to the thick of things. It was remarkable at the inability to share openly despite being so close. Inevitably it made her insecure knowing he simply didn’t trust her with certain things. In turn, Sasha recently had taken a page from her father’s book deciding he need not know every twist and turn of her life either. Considering he’d always been her closest confidant it had put on her on a distancing path. When his hands centered the charm she looked down with a forced haphazard smile as she claimed, “Of course it feels enchanted. Practically everything you’ve ever given me has had the weight of magic on it. So what is it this time?”

With his encouragement, she lifted her chin to look him in the eye. Surprised by what she saw there. It seemed as if he was genuinely spooked about something. There was a brief moment she softened and thought to be dissuaded by such a vague explanation; however, the sentiment didn't last long. As he turned to walk towards the window and attempted to change the subject she thought to challenge him on it. “Tell me the truth. What and who is coming?” Reaching up she removed the necklace and walked towards the windows coming up alongside. “Here then,” she exclaimed extending it to him. “I don’t want it unless you can trust me enough to tell me the truth.” Wounded her faced hardened as she looked up at the man she spent a lifetime adoring.  

Pavlo spent his daughter’s entire life trying to protect her and keeping the darkness that surrounded him away from her. Up until recently he would say he was successful, but the darkness seemed to be growing and he knew that those in the coven were unhappy and possibly ready to move from their leader. Honestly he could care less one way or the other if they did that, except for the consequences that would incur and worse would incur for his daughter. Trying to keep the air and mood light he was smiles and gifts, but the older she became the harder keeping things from her became. He knew he was closer to his daughter than most fathers and yet there was a barrier and he knew he was the one who put it there. In the last few months he felt her pulling away and while he knew that was the natural state of being, he didn’t like it and it worried him greatly. Arching a brow, he should have made the spells lighter; she was getting too good at her own magic for him to be able to deceive her anymore. “I only give you those gifts because your safety is the most important thing to me. While I know you can take care of yourself, an older and wiser man offering help shouldn’t be seen as something bad. Besides isn’t it beautiful?” Trying to avoid the question on what the enchantment was, for she didn’t need to know that there were problems with the coven or those trying to oust him.

Forcing himself to meet her steady gaze, for he feared that she would see the dangers. Pavlo had to admit he was startled by her confrontation. It would be the first time in their lives that she had taken a stand against him, and frankly now was not the time. Of course, to be mad about that he would have to admit why that was true. Seeing the hardening of his features he felt a break in his heart. Sighing he looked down at her small hand holding the necklace. Closing her fingers around it he closed his eyes, taking another sigh to steady his breathing. “As much as I don’t want to worry you, I suppose you have a right to know. I’ll tell you, but please keep the necklace, you will unfortunately need it.” Taking her hand he turned to the window. “There is a darkness out there, and while I think I know where it is coming from I’m not sure.” Turning to her he gave a small smile, “What I do know is that the coven is unhappy and I might be off the throne, which maybe isn’t the worst thing in the world.” He left more hanging; she didn’t need to know that no-one just left the coven, not alive anyway.

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Val had let himself into the penthouse and while he sensed the witch wasn’t there it would only be a matter of time before he waltzed in. Instead, he helped himself to the finest import of bourbon the witch had stocked. He sipped straight from the bottle and didn’t care to trouble himself with a tumbler. Resting on the Italian leather sofa he spread out and propped his feet on the table. Pavlo surrounded himself with exquisite things, and while Val was at times ignorant of such things it didn’t stop him from benefiting from it. 

Deciding perhaps he should make a call he rested the bottle on the table as he pulled out the cell. No sooner then he made it to the contact list did he sense Pavlo, tossing the cell to land on the plush couch. Waiting for the witch to enter the living space he grabbed the bottle again. The sound of footsteps echoed on fine marble as he came closer. Lifting his gaze the moment the man walked through the arch. “Welcome home, friend. We need to talk.” 

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Stepping into the room he knew immediately that Val was there. Long ago he had come to sense when the demon was around, and he was sure that Val could do the same with him. Seeing the bourbon open he chuckled and grabbed a glass and pouring some of the expensive liquor. Sitting across from him on the matching couch he waited to see what brought Val here. There was no meeting scheduled, which meant something was wrong, because even when Val needed something he called first.

Arching a brow as he took a sip he nodded, “I figured we did, you don’t usually just show up at my home. Is something wrong?” In the pit of his stomach he knew there was. For weeks he had sensed a growing unease in the coven and a darkness that seemed to be growing. It was why he gave Sasha the locket, surely even with it close she was safe, so why was Val here, had he heard something? “What is it we need to discuss, is Sasha alright?” Of course that was the first place his mind went too, terrified something had happened to her. Leaning forward he needed his old friend to tell him that was not the case.

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Sasha basked in her fathers doting ways for it had always been their way.  At times she wondered if she kept Pavlo anchored, or at least the good pieces left of him. The young woman was not foolish and knew exactly what her father dealt in despite his attempts to keep it hidden. Even with the truth she loved him and accepted him unconditionally. If anything she felt insufficient for not being more like him, but the man had spent most of her childhood correcting the concern. She could only roll her eyes a the mention of dating. It’s been a very long dry season. Honestly, her father didn’t have to physically stand in the way of anyone.  Her surname did all the work most of the time. Sure witches came sniffing around, but they tended to be enthralled with her father and his reputation. They were easy to spot and distance herself from. 

Sitting down she smiled up at his refusal to join her down on a little chair. She’d rather enjoy seeing him on it. Glad he caved to the idea staying she graciously thanked him. “I appreciate it.” The smile only faded a bit with his refusal to open up, but it was par for the course. When he pulled the locket from his coat she shook her head in disbelief. “It’s lovely.” Opening her hand the metal felt cool against her skin. Rubbing her thumb across the gem she responded more appropriately, “Beautiful I mean.” Staring at it a mixture of emotions swept over her face as she began to suspect something was off. Regardless of what she thought she trustingly pulled the chain around her neck and closed the clasp. Setting her gaze to him she couldn’t help but ask, “Is it enchanted or something?” Reaching up she centered it on her decolletage and held it when she asked, “Don’t you trust me to take care of myself?” 

There was nothing in this world that made the man happier than seeing the smile and sparkle on the features of his daughter. Everything the man did he did for her, even letting the darkness in to not only visit but rule. If he could read her mind, he would say that yes she did anchor him, especially the good parts. Those parts of him were becoming fewer and far more in between but she always managed to pull him back. Ironically it was what he had done for her and what started the darkness rule. Pavlo had been dark before, the power and the magic something his hands yearned for and needed, but after his calling to save her there was no escape, but he would do anything for her, he would die for her, but he knew that there was much worse than death. With all the darkness, and many wondering why he didn’t bring her in, he fought tooth and nail to make sure that the darkness never touched her and though he knew she struggled with not being like him he couldn’t be prouder that she wasn’t. He placed his hand in front of his face to hide the smirk that was forming. Pavlo felt her eye rolling at the mention of men and dating. He wasn’t one to talk having not spent time with a woman in longer than he could remember. There was no doubt that being his daughter made finding someone worth seeing difficult for his daughter, but the right one would come along, and if they weren’t right, well his name was his name for a reason.

Waving his hand as he leaned into the wall, “I came to see you, a few minutes wait is nothing.” Glad that she liked the locket, more protection for her than he would admit he smiled at her compliment. “Only half as beautiful as my daughter who wears it,” he said as she put the locket on. Arching a brow he chuckled deeply. “Now what would make you ask me that? Does it feel enchanted?” Of course it was enchanted, but with what and from what, she didn’t need to know that yet. Standing from the wall he walked over to her and straightened the locket, just something to busy his hands. “I trust you Sasha,” he said softly, lifting her chin to meet her eyes. “It’s everything around us I don’t trust. There is something coming, something big and . . .” He paused and let go of her chin, “Let’s just say it makes me feel better knowing a piece of me is with you at all times. Besides it brings out the color of your eyes.” Smiling again he turned to the window, “It’s warm today, spring popping up in the middle of winter, strange isn’t it?” A clear change of topic she would see right through, but he would do it nonetheless.

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Being pulled from a deep sleep to the sound of her father gently pleading has always been Sasha’s first memory. His deep voice edged in emotion as the words felt more like a desperate command.Malenʹkyy povernetʹsya do mene  Little one, come back to me. On more than one occasion she asked about the occurrence unable to make sense of the ominous feelings surrounding it only to be quieted by Pavlo. Her father always had the same explanation; it must have been him waking her from a dream.

The fact that she has no memory of her mother has always left her feeling unsettled. Leaving her to attempt to contact Katarina more than once. Even going out of her way to find skilled mediums, but they all come up with nothing. Given the fact she was six when her mother passed she should have some semblance of her, but there is nothing. Sasha knows there is more to the story but doesn’t feel up to challenging her father on it. 

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He’d been such a source of comfort for so long that it was impossible for the sentiment not bubble up upon reconnecting. Krykhita. Sasha gave an extra squeeze before letting go only to rest in the crook of his arm. Beaming widely she responded, “Dinner of course. I’m available. You act like I have developed some busy social life.” It was apparent he was attempting to seek out malevolence in the room. Patting his chest gently she replied “I feel only good things here. Not that I’m an authority on the subject.” The smile faltering a bit she wondered if he did sense something. “Don’t you think?”

Parting from him she made quick work of organizing the desk but realized she technically had another 30 minutes before she could leave. Gazing over her shoulder at the clock she sighed, “I’m afraid I’m required to stay until three.” Here she was, following an arbitrary rule that would harm no one if broken, and did so requesting her father follow suit. A man who spent his days dredged in the dark arts. Turning back to him she gave a half smile as she suggested, “We could visit for a bit before we head out.”  Passing him she touched his elbow in gesture, “Come sit. Tell me about your travels. What side of the ethereal plane did it take place on?” Sasha plopped down in a classroom chair; albeit slightly too small for her it would have to do. 

Pavlo kissed the top of her head before she pulled away, smiling back at her. God that was one thing he loved about her, the sweet innocent smile. How she had managed to maintain that he didn’t know but he was relieved despite everything that had happened when she was a child that the evil he had allowed in had not touched her. Pavlo would spend the rest of his life making sure it never did and that she never knew the truth. Letting out a light chuckle he shrugged up one shoulder, “You never know what could happen when I turn around. I mean you’re beautiful and any man would be lucky to have you, but he’d have to get past me first.” Turning to face her he took her hands into his and nodded ardently. “Of course you would know Krykhita, I should never doubt that.”

When she glanced at the clock he was tempted to make it turn to three but she would scorn him and rightfully so. Nodding in agreement he looked at the chairs and opted to lean on her desk than to try and sitting. “I think that’s an excellent idea.” He could see the slight pink in her cheeks and knew she was embarrassed about the wait and rules. Yes he was involved in many a dark thing but his goal was to keep her away from it, at any cost. “Now you know I can’t tell you what side or what I did, but . . .” Reaching into his pocket he removed a locket and hung it in front of her. “I did happen to find this for you.” Taking her hand he placed into gently down, “Ask me no questions and I’ll tell no lies but let’s just say it holds much in the small heart that I’d like you to wear close to your own.”

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“To believe in love, to be ready to give up anything for it, to be willing to risk your life for it, is the ultimate tragedy.”           Leonardo Wilhelm DiCaprio

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Penned for Pavlo

Somewhere between the overcast and the season, the light had already begun to fade from the days’ sky. Peering down at her roster she scanned through the names of students and smiled recounting the day events. School had let out only ten minutes ago, but teachers were paid to finish out the hour. Sasha had very little else to do other than review upcoming lesson plans. Which is exactly what she was grabbing for when her hand stopped mid-air. He was here. The telltale cool breeze across the back of her neck proved it.

Craning her neck to look in the doorway she caught him standing there watching. Rising up from the chair she turned and smiled warmly, “Bat’ko,” with surprise in her sing-song tone. Moving around the desk to embrace him as she asked, “What brings you in? I could’ve come to you.”

[thepavloterasenko]

Of course he could have easily summoned his daughter to him, but the things he was hearing required that he see for himself exactly what was going on with his daughter. Sasha was his pride and joy and the only thing that mattered in his life. Despite the gulf of lies between them he would and had done anything for her. It was his firmest of beliefs that she never know the truth about her life and death before. Coming into the school he was sure she would sense him, such was their bond, but he managed to get a moment of watching before discovery.

That pause was something he would never tire of seeing, the power he held over others a drug in its own right. Yes he had made a deal for Sasha but he too reaped the benefits. Smiling wide as she approached he pulled her close and took in the scent that was all his daughter. “I know, but I wanted to see this school you work in, and thought perhaps we could grab an early dinner.” Keeping an arm around her he allowed his senses to scan for any matter good or bad that was around them. “Do you have time for your father Krykhita?”

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