Marry Me? [Vlad]

Anzhelika’s summer was going well so far. Her father wasn’t mad at her because she had passed all of her classes, and he was also happy that she hadn’t met a man yet. She wasn’t dating that guy anymore. So a deal was a deal, she would be set up to marry someone and they already had the guy picked out. Unknown to Lika, they had the man picked out, granted he was younger than she was but the families had decided that they were a good fit for each other and what say did the kids  have in their marriage anyhow? They were just kids, they didn’t know what love was, or what marriage meant, so the families got together and made the choice for them.

Her father called her into the room from her bedroom and told her to have a seat. A small frown appeared on her face as she sat down. Her face represented what she was feeling, distain and distrust. He told her that they had some news for her. They had her a man, she frowned deeper and looked at her father. “You what…?” She bit down on her lip and shook her head. “What do you mean you found me a husband…?” She looked down at her lap and he laughed reminding her of their deal. No boyfriend meant new husband. She tried to keep from moaning and screaming her head off. She kept her composure and looked at her mother. She was off in the distance somewhere.

“What’s his name….?” Her father shook his head and sat down next to her and patted her hands. “He’s coming over?!!” Her parents had invited him over to their house to meet their daughter and to set up the arrangements for the wedding and where the two of them were to live. Then there was a knock at the door.

knock, Knock, knock.

She frowned and her father pushed her up to make her go answer the door. She pushed herself up and reached for the handle. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Her eyes were met with a boy…It only took a few moments before she realized who it was…Vladimir Dostoyevsky. He had tutored her in school. Her jaw dropped and she bit down on her lip again. “Vlad?!” Of all the people in the world…her parents had picked someone she already knew. Well this would make for an interesting marriage.

Vladimir Dostoyevsky was getting married. He didn't want to of course, but he was. His parents had already picked out the woman he was going to marry, which only pissed him off, and they wouldn't tell him who, which pissed him off even more. Vladimir wanted to argue with his parents that it wasn't fair that they were choosing someone and forcing him to fall in love with them, when love should come naturally, but the boy knew the main reason that he didn't want to get married was because he didn't like the commitment of a relationship and didn't want to have to stay faithful to one person. Vladimir didn't do committed relationships.

His father yelled that it was time for him to go, and the boy pulled on his shoes before heading down the stairs, where his father was standing with a smile on his face. Vladimir wanted nothing more to walk over and slap him, but he knew that wouldn't be the best idea, and instead rolled his eyes at the older man. He adjusted his glasses before walking over to his father, who wrapped his arm around the 15 year old boy and the pair apparated in front of a door that Vladimir had never seen in his life.

The boy felt sick. It might have been from the apparation, but Vladimir wanted to blame it on the fact that he was going to get married to someone he'd probably never met in his life. His father knocked on the door and Vladimir stuffed his hands in his pockets, waiting for someone to open it. He hoped that it would be the girl's parents, or sibling maybe. Then he wouldn't have to face the girl right away, and he could maybe cook up an excuse to go home. Right as he was about to turn to his father and tell him that he was about to throw up and they they could set up a portkey to come back another time, the door opened up.

Standing in front of his face was none other than Anzhelika Zhuvova. Vladimir's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding." He said to his father, adjusting his glasses to make sure he was seeing properly. He hoped that there was someone else in the house that he was marrying, but judging by her response, Vladimir was marrying Anzhelika. "Please don't call me that." He said, cringing when she called him Vlad. "My name is Vladimir." He told her, stepping beside her into the house. He looked around the anteroom before his eyes fixated back on the girl in front of him. Vladimir waited for his father to step past the both of them and go to another part of a room, to find Lika's parents assumedly, before opening his mouth to speak again. "I don't want to get married. We are not getting married."

When Lika opened the door, Vladimir was the last person she excepted to see. She wrinkled her nose and stepped back to let them come inside. Her father was going to get an earful later. He had to pick this guy...? She was just as bad as he was when it came to committed relationships. She didn't want to spend her life with him. It wasn't that she didn't like the guy, he had helped her pass her sixth year after all, but they didn't exactly enjoy each others company. She looked at the boy and let out a sigh as he looked her. This was going to end badly. Her heart was racing and she felt sick to her stomach. Why had her father picked him...? Was there something she was missing, was it a joke? It had to be...no way her father would pick him for her to marry. 

It only got worse when the boy started going off. She rolled her eyes at the boy's comments but kept her mouth shut. If he was the one she was to marry she was suppose to be desirable and that would be hard to do if she was blabbering on. She looked at him before turning to his father and smiling. She curtsied a little before speaking. "Mister Dostoyevsky, my father is in the living room with refreshments." When he told her to him Vladimir she nodded not wanting to piss off his father before their engagement. She shuddered at the thought but took in a breath as his father walked into the living room. Then she turned to the boy about to open her own mouth to speak when he started talking about how he wasn't marrying her.

Anzhelika's eyes narrowed as she looked at the boy. Her face got serious and she rolled her eyes at him. "What and you really think I want to marry you? Please, out of all of the men in this world, you think I'd chose you to marry?" She sighed and looked down at her feet before shaking her head. "No, you're not my first choice either Vladimir and if we can get out of this marriage I'd be just as happy as you, if not more." She frowned before turning away from him and heading into the living room and sitting next to her father. Why....just why did he pick him to be her future. He was so self absorbed and he didn't even want to get married. She sighed and let her eyes wander to the boys father. Today she was going to sit there nicely and act like a good little girl. That way he father could talk about her all he wanted to, just to sell the marriage. She was a good daughter, even if she didn't want to marry Vladimir.

Vladimir's eyes narrowed at the girl when she fired a comment back at him. He definitely wasn't expecting her to come back with something so rude, being that the only version of Anzhelika he knew was the one that he'd offered to tutor: the nice, flirtatious one that was a little too dumb to pass her classes. He realized that she was probably bitter from the fact that she had to marry someone that she didn't know, like he was, but he felt that her comment was quite unnecessary. He didn't want to marry her, and maybe his comments were a little rude, but going a little far as to say that there were people out there that were better than him? That offended Vladimir more than anything. He couldn't believe the nerve of this girl. He wanted to storm out and make his mum take him to Bulgaria to visit Desislava, as she was more understanding than his father was, but he knew that he'd get in too much trouble when he came back.

He watched as she moved to the living room to sit next to her father, and he followed behind her, moving to stand next to his. He looked over at the shorter man who had a smile on his face, narrowing his eyes as he laughed at something that Anzhelika's father said. All of this was stupid. He was only just turning 16 years old and she was nearing 18, which meant that she was going to be leaving the school soon. Vladimir knew that right when both of them were out of school, the Dostoyevsky's would force the marrriage, and she would become Mrs. Dostoyevska. He didn't want her to become Mrs. Dostoyevska. He wanted to marry someone that he actually loved when he wanted to marry them and have kids at his own leisure, not when his father told them that he needed a grandchild. The boy was sick and tired of all the stupid family tradition, and he could finally see exactly why Lev wanted to leave to go to London in the first place. He didn't blame his older brother for wanting to leave earlier either, because this was all way too much for the young boy to handle.

Vladimir narrowed his eyes at the older girl before clearing his throat and waiting for both his and Anzhelika's father to look at him. "Mister Zhuvov, I mean no disrespect when I say it, but I cannot marry your daughter." He said. His father started to open his mouth to apologize for his son's behavior, most likely, but Vladimir continued to talk over the old man. "She doesn't even speak Bulgarian. How are her or her offspring supposed to communicate with my mother's side of the family?" He asked, glaring at his father standing next to him. "She can't, and when they find that out, I assure you that they'll be less than happy." He continued, raising his eyebrows at the girls father this time. "Now, I understand that I am in no position to be telling you what to do, so by all means, if you want to try to force me to get married, go for it." The boy shrugged, adjusting his glasses on his face. "But what I can tell you is that I control what I do, and I'm telling you that I will not marry this girl," he pointed at Anzhelika. "Even if I have to go down kicking and screaming."

Vova then took the time to look at Anzhelika, raising his eyebrows, with a smug smile on his face. "You can be a little princess all you want and go along with daddy's orders," He told her, knowing-full well that his little rant would get him in loads of trouble. "But you, of all people, I will not marry. Sorry, honey." He told her, moving from his position beside his father (from whom he could almost feel the anger radiating from) to a seat across from the other Klyk Vampira girl. "But it's just not going to work out." He finished, crossing his arms over his chest.

Anzhelika couldn't believe that he was being this rude and ungrateful. Sure, she didn't want to marry him either but her family invited them into their home and he was treating her like she was nothing. Ugh, the nerve of some people. She rolled her eyes as she turned away from him to walk into the living room. It was only going to get more interesting. She really didn't like the person her father picked for her but she wasn't going to disrespect him and his family in front of everyone. It was rude and uncalled for. She took a seat next to her father and let out a sigh. Might as well get used to the fact that she was going to spend the rest of her life with someone she didn't like.

She looked up from her hands when Vladimir finally decided to grace them all with his presence. Her father's laughter rang in her ears and she didn't understand how they could be so happy when they were basically dooming their children to unhappiness. She bit the inside of her lip and fiddled with her fingers. It was going to be awkward and horribly painful. She didn't want to marry this boy, the one who basically looked at her like she was stupid because she couldn't pass a few classes, she wanted to be with someone who cared about her, who loved and accepted her for the way she was. This boy was rude and horrible. She wanted to yell at her father, and tell him that she did love someone, she cared about him very much but she wasn't sure he returned her feelings anymore. They had broken up and it was...hard for her to accept that. But she still wanted to be with Isaak, not Vladimir.

Her eyes snapped up at him when he started speaking. She didn't want to be with him either but to blatantly say so outloud!? What was wrong with this boy? Her father looked up at him and tilted his head as the younger boy spoke. Lika knew that his blood was boiling, he loved his little girl and for someone to speak ill of her, even it was just to say she didn't speak Bulgarian. He glared at the young boy and shook his head. He looked to the boys father as if for someone guidance on whether or not he could talk down to the boy. He didn't wait and looked back at the boy. "I bed your pardon? If you are so eager to dismiss her, I am ashamed I even thought of you. My daughter can learn to speak Bulgarian. She has two years before the wedding will take place and I can assure you that, you kicking and screaming like a child will not stop this wedding from happening." Lika tried not to smile and let out a small laugh that had built up in her chest. She looked over at Vlad and shook her head. What a disappointment. 

She looked at him and perked a brow. "Princess? I'll tell you know Vladimir that you're the last person I earth I would choose to marry. But I have no choice in the matter. So yes, I'm going to sit here and go along with what is asked of me because I have more respect than you do. So why don't you just grow up and stop acting like a five year old and accept the fact that you have no choice either." She glared at him before leaning back in the chair. What a child. Was he really having this little outburst? She really thought that he was more grown up than that. But apparently she was wrong. He was just like any other child. Throwing tantrums when things didn't go his way. Pathetic.