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A small smile appeared and he gently stood. He opened the door and pulled out the small painting. He inhaled before getting back on to the bed. He laid on his back as he handed Sasha the painting. [color=lightblue]"Her name was Anastasia....she hated dresses and much preferred my pants"[/color] he chuckled as he said that. [color=lightblue]"She stole some of my pants and tailored them to her size...I must say she looked better in them"[/color] in the painting the fiery red head looked more like a pirate then a woman of the era she was in. She wore recognizable black leather pants and a corset. Her posture and gaze was fierce yet there was love in them.

Vladimir's gaze studied Sasha. [color=lightblue]"I was a terrible influence since for that time wearing such clothes was considered...bad to put it lightly."[/color] he rolled his shoulders. [color=lightblue]"For how we met....my ship had docked there and she came to me in a red gown demanding answers as to why I was there. When I answered that my crew and I simply needed a break she glared at me"[/color] another chuckle. [color=lightblue]"I don't think she believed me....but over time we fell in love. I had courted her and decided to stay while my ship left. I got to be with her for the smallest amount of time of two years."[/color] 

He ran a hand through his hair. [color=lightblue]"I always regret many things...letting her fall for me...not being able to give her children...not being able to save her....I had never tried to turn someone before....and that was when I learned my venom only numbs the pain."[/color] he looked up at the ceiling. [color=lightblue]"She did not deserve that death"[/color] his mind wondered what Sasha would think of that. A hybrid unable to turn someone else...and unable to reproduce.