Though he complied with her words, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. He turned away from her, a hand reaching to turn the shower off. With his back to her, he stared blankly at the slate grey tile. 

Does he tell her everything? Should he? She had asked, ordered, he was to comply. But the ever looming thought of putting her in danger, frightened him. Fear was new to him. It was beaten out of him, and now it flooded every one of his senses. 

Taking in a deep breath, Yuri turned. Hands reaching for her’s. If he was going to tell here everything, it was best to do it when she is sitting. She may have handled that fact that he had just killed someone not even 30 minutes ago, but this. His life. It was a lot to take in. “It will put you at risk,” he explained. “They will hunt you down, destroy everyone and every thing. As both a mercy and punishment for my defectiveness, they will order me to carry it out.”  There was a pause between them, he wanted the words to soak in. Allow her to weight her options. “Do you still want to know?”

He turned off the water and the world felt so silent. Her voice retreated to a whisper inside her throat. She heard all his words but didn’t care about any of them. As he took her hands she stepped closer and pressed her forehead against his. “But you won’t hurt me.” It wasn’t so much a command as a statement of fact. He couldn’t do it, just as there were things in her nature she would never be able to do to him. “You’ll protect me and keep me safe.” Her voice shook as she spoke, and her hands gripped his tightly as she shivered in the cold air, fighting to keep herself under control. You love me, she thought. Or did she just want that to be true?

He broke their lips apart, nuzzling the side of her cheek. He bit down the side her neck, as his hands smoothed down her sides, grasping her waist roughly. His skin burned unnaturally, the lingering need to destroy swirled within him. 

Her lips tasted of wine, her skin like silk. Yuri push her back, pressing her against the cool tile. His hands dipped down, slipping under the waistband of her panties. Russian spewed from his lips as he kneaded the soft flesh of her arse. 

He felt like he was being torn apart. The voices in his head were getting louder, he could feel their claws digging deeper. He needed to get away, he rational side screamed.   Yuri shot back, grasping at his head. It was clear he was fighting something, as he rocked, eyes sewn shut. Her fault. It was her fault that he was going through so much anguish. Her fault for making him question all the things he was taught. Her fault. 

How cruel of her to play into his dark side. Honestly, he shouldn’t have been surprise, and even more honesty; he wasn’t. He had seen her, watched her, probably knew her than she knew herself. She was a wild child, yes. Broken beyond repair, though she pretends not be. It was the reason she played her games. Played into the thrill. 

He did nothing but stare darkly, her question echoing in his mind. It would be simple. Quick even, and on one would be the wise. Yet, instead of doing what he taught. He went against it, pulling forcefully on her neck till her lips met his. 

Instinct to over, his normally gentle persona replaced with the monster that lurked inside him. The kissed tasted of metal, yet of something sweet. He’d apologize for being forceful, but he honestly. He didn’t care. 

“You’re smart, i am sure by now you realize I am no ordinary waiter. In fact I’m not a waiter at all.” Was He really going to tell her everything? He doubted it would even matter, she would figure it out. If she hasn’t already.  “The man at the restaurant, the one who owns it, I was tasked with killing him; and I did.” 

Silence washed over him as he allowed the water to run over him. The man he killed, should not have affected him as much it did. The man was a terrible person, just as Yuri was. 

               Yuri.

“247, that’s my name. Yuri is just something they gave me.” Something to make him sound more human when he went out in the world. At least, that’s what he assumed. In fact, he didn’t know if anything about him was true. His birthday, his name, anything. Who really was he, if not Yuri Volkov? 

His hand crept up, gripping lightly to her neck. He applied no pressure, and his thumb ghosted over her jawline. “They would have me kill you,” he said darkly. “You are a distraction, they would say. And in some way they are right.” 247 pressed against her, nudging the side of her head with his. “By the rules, I should kill, but I can’t. I am sorry.” 

The news that he’d killed someone should’ve shocked her, but she felt nothing, as she imagined he did as well. In fact, she felt a smug sense of satisfaction, good, Sebastian Adler was a prat anyways. She was right, she didn’t feel afraid, not even as his hand rose up to her throat. 

He was wanted to retort to begging, but he knew better. She was not the school, but he knew arguing with Waverly was not at all the smartest thing to do. Yuri did nothing but stare pass her as she undid his shirt, letting it fall. 

He didn’t know when or how he got to the bathroom, and if it weren’t for the running water in the background he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He sure as hell didn’t pay the mess that was Waverly’s living quarters. 

“Are you sure you want to know?” It wasn’t an order, not yet. She said said ‘please’. She was asking, and if that were the case, he’d give her an out. Though, he surely hoped she wouldn’t be cruel nor smart enough to command him. The illusion of him would shatter and she would know what kind of monster he was. 

He felt nothing as her hands ran over him, laying small kisses along his neck. Perhaps this is way he fell back to Rosalie. She knew how to snap him back. Levi as well. He was a good friend, a good brother. “If I tell you, you will be afraid.”

Her hand smoother down his hair, also covered in blood. The look in his eyes was unnatural. She studied it as he asked her if she really wanted to know. When he warned her she’d be afraid, she thought a moment before replying. She’d known her response immediately, but had to think carefully about how to voice it. This was the first time he’d hesitated to what she’d said. She needed to be firm and detached, like him.

     Comply.

Was there ever a time he resisted? Yes, many times. Each one of those moments ended with someone he was close with being killed. Why wasn’t it ever him? It was his offense, why not him? He felt like he was suddenly drowning, falling further into the dark parts of his mind. .

“As you wish,” he said monotony, not even flinching when she took his arm. Her next words feel on deaf ears, as he merely followed. The fact that she wasn’t asking questions alarmed him, was she apart of the school?  No, no. She didn’t have the…what didn’t she have?

Yuri stood still, waiting for the next order. “Waverly,” he started. “Don’t. You were going somewhere, I’ll come back later.” Maybe. It was probably best for him to vanish. Yet, he found himself stuck in place. Not out of actual want in being there, but he was waiting for the order. He needed her to order him to leave. 

“Waverly, tell me to leave.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere that mattered.” Waverly assured him, slamming the door behind him and bolting all the locks. It was just her and one other apartment on this floor, which she believed to be empty, but her mind was filled with paranoia and the recognition that whatever was happening to him, she wanted him to be safe. 

Every fiber in his body told him to run, actually they told him to kill her, that she now knew too much, saw too much, but he couldn’t do it. The fact that he brought himself her, for one reason or another, was proof that he couldn’t do it. He doubted he would ever bring himself to harm her. He’d rather take the bullet. 

His grip was harsh as he caught her hand. He hadn’t meant to, it was instinct. “Not the first,” he admitted with no context. She’ll figure it out, she’s smart and oddly calm. He let her go, shrinking into himself. 

“Is that what you want?” is that an order? He was used to orders. This concern for him, he didn’t understand it. He was a monster, a weapon. He will never be like Levi. 

     247, do you understand?

                  You are to comply.

Yuri stood, not taking her hand, as he faced her. “I’m sorry.” he apologized, not knowing if it was to her or the people who created him. 

As he grasped her hand Waverly let out a small sound of pain, no not pain, just surprise. This is just like any other time, she told herself, just like a friend on a bad trip. He wasn’t in his right mind that much she could tell. She herself had had a few drinks and done a line, but the sight of him at helped sober her up. 

He didn’t know why he was there, or how. The last few hours were blank and the only real evidence of what happened clung to his skin and soaked his clothes. He wasn’t even shaking, in all honestly, he didn’t feel a thing. Not emotionally, not psychically; he felt nothing. He couldn’t remember ever getting like this, or it never did cause he usually made a point to call Rosalie. Or perhaps the fact that he was starting to feel was what made this kill so hard. 

His body tensed, he was lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the sound of foot steps. And for once he was at a loss. He was covered in blood, and the woman who knew nothing about him, the woman who he felt connected to, was standing just a few away from him. “It’s nothing,” he voice oddly calm, as he brought a hand up to wipe his face, only to smear the more blood on it. “Go have fun, Waverly.”

He did everything in his power not to move, praying that she wouldn’t ask him to face her. Why was he here?

He wasn’t looking up at her, which was a shame because she looked damn gorgeous. It took her a moment to realize that he was actually trying to hide himself from her, as if she wouldn’t notice him, as if she would just shrug and walk away, as if they hadn’t already proven to each other that they couldn’t do that.