Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters

Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, language, rape and explicit sexual violence and angst

A/n: This story is just an idea I had it may or may not be something I continue depending on whether you guys have good feed back or badlol

Chapter One – Hidden Away

Carmen Malevich was a typical neighbor; she loved the idea of a cup of coffee and a good gossip with the fellow house wives in the small neighborhood. It wasn’t the wealthiest neighborhood, but second at least in the city of St. Petersburg.

The families who lived here were the ones who could afford stable lives and simple luxuries, the children attended private schools just below the level of Ivy League, it was safe and particularly private for the families who lived there.

Carmen was an American woman who had married a well off Russian man, most men who bought property in this area were usually big business men or those just below the bosses.

She was currently walking along the street carrying a sealed container with cakes inside, she was on her way to visit her gossip buddy who was a Russian but also English speaking, Tatyana Ivanov whom she saw at least twice a week for good measure.

Tatyana Ivanov was a miserable woman, she hardly smiled and seemed overly stuck up but she accepted Carmen’s presence because she felt it made her normal and housewife like, which she would strive to achieve because she wouldn’t dare disrepute herself and husband, Stas Ivanov, a wealthy company owner and share holder who was very much involved with governmental issues.

Carmen would never understand how come a family of such stature lived in this neighborhood but more importantly she was interested in why Tatyana and Stas’s son was not in school when he was ten years old, Tatyana had once talked about when she’d gotten pregnant and Carmen had put two and two together to determine the boys age. That was the real reason she loved visiting, to get a glimpse of the young boy, or a juicy detail about why they hid the boy away the way they did.

She had asked one time after she’d gotten a glimpse of him when Tatyana had ushered him back into his room where they hid him away, why they kept him in his room so much and whether it was healthy.

From what she saw the boy was extremely rare looking and very beautiful, she’d only managed really to look at his porcelain pale skin and blood red hair that flared up like two horns above his head. Tatyana had clicked her tongue and dismissed the topic casually as she resumed her seat with Carmen that day.

She remembered however that his name was Yuri because she’d heard Tatyana call him that when she’d spoken to him or referred to him with her husband at any time. The times Carmen had seen Stas were almost as few and he never once bothered to smile at her or greet, he was a lean but fit man and he was tall and pale with pitch black hair and dark blue eyes.

Tatyana was very attractive and seemed un-aged each day; she had dark red hair and the same skin and eyes as Stas and was just a little shorter than her husband.

Carmen reached the house just then and walked through the large fencing and walls surrounding the two story house, she saw a curtain move in the upstairs bedroom and she just managed to see the tiny pale hand that let the curtain fall.

Carmen had a sudden chill as she walked up the snow covered drive way, the yard was so quiet and there wasn’t a single breeze, everything was still and unmoving.

Tatyana’s Mercedes was sitting just out of the garage and the snow was thick on the car, it was a cold day as usual though and light snow fell every now and then. She approached the grey stone house with a little hesitation, something didn’t quite feel right.

She reached the wooden front door and used the door knocker, the Ivanov’s never liked door bells. She waited for about a minute and no one answered and she couldn’t hear anything inside. She stepped back and looked up and saw the curtain that had moved earlier was still.

She sighed and thought about going home but her curiosity got the better of her and she turned the cold door knob, she could feel the cold through her glove and the coat she wore seemed to be chilled now as well.

She held her container firmly as she entered the house that was very clean and always smelled of it, never a single cozy smell or feeling, just cold and clean air.

“Tat…Tatyana…” she called out and winced at the slight echo.

The house was so silent and still and the curtains were open but the dull sky did little to light it up and make it seem more welcoming. She held her breath and closed the door somewhat noisily hoping someone would stir but after a moment there was nothing.

“Tatyana…it’s Carmen, darling are you here?” she said in her slightly Texan accent.

Still nothing, she sighed again and decided she should go but she heard something up the stairs, the staircase was just off to her left, it sounded like a handle, a door handle that was pulled on.

“Tatyana?” she called again and walked to the bottom of the stairs.

She heard nothing now but she looked up at the landing and wooden railings and she wondered why it was so dark upstairs. The hallway that broke off to the right and rest of upstairs was in darkness like the curtain in the hall wasn’t opened.

She dared herself to be brave and she walked upstairs, she decided she’d go to Tatyana’s room and see if maybe she’d slept in or was sick, after all it was just after eleven in the morning.

She walked upstairs and her heals made loud noises on the dark wood but she wasn’t aiming at being silent, she reached the hall and saw at the end the curtain was closed on the window and she could see the dull sky light peering around the dark burgundy curtain.

She was stood at the top and she looked at the door just a few feet from the stairs, she knew from her own house this was the one of the bedrooms that had windows to the front of the house, she knew it was the boys room and she had a heavy frown as she focused on the key in the outside of the door.

She wondered if it was locked, if he was locked inside and she looked to the bottom of the door and saw that there was something like a large door stop blocking the gap under the door from the outside, probably so that if the key was pushed out of the key hole it couldn’t be retrieved from under the door.

She thought this was terrible, how could Tatyana and Stas lock their child away like this, she had a silent shiver of disgust and she walked to the door.

She held the key and turned it lightly, hearing the lock click she confirmed with disgust that the child was locked away inside the room. She had horrible thoughts about why he was locked away, she thought instantly that he was a victim of abuse, it wouldn’t be surprising as Tatyana was easily the type to beat.

She opened the door and was hit with cold air and she shivered noting that the boy had absolutely no heating in the room. She stepped inside and glanced around the room, it was white mostly with touches of red linen and such.

It was plain and also so clean smelling, a set of large clothes drawers and a wardrobe, a single large red carpet, a desk with scattered papers, the curtains were heavy and white and the walls were white and she saw an in suite bathroom through a door at one end of the room.

She then focused on the four poster bed with white and red linen and her eyes fell on the boy sitting cross legged in the centre of the double bed, he wore a red T shirt and black jeans with white socks.

She smiled warmly at him when she noticed how he stared at her, he was pale and his skin looked like milk, his eyes she now saw were a light blue almost cyan color, his eyebrows neat and thin and as red as his hair that was still so usually styled above his head like horns.

She stepped closer and he didn’t move, his soft red bangs perfectly framed his small strangely lean face, he was thin and had no baby fat that she could see which was unusual for his age, she thought sadly that he was being starved despite the fact he showed no signs of malnutrition.

She reached the bed and sat down on the perfectly laid sheets and some snow fell off her coat onto the bed, she placed the container on her lap and she smiled at him, moving a leg slightly onto the bed so she faced him more directly she noted how his eyes never stopped following her but he never moved,

“Hello Yuri.” She greeted in English as he stared at her.

She watched his naturally red lips and waited for him to speak but he didn’t and he only stared at her and with intensity too.

She smiled again and opened the container releasing the smell of freshly baked goods and warm air,

“Would you like a cake or muffin, sweetie?” she asked and offered the container nearer to him.

He stared at her and she laughed lightly and picked up a small block of vanilla cake,

“Here…I’ll help you, you don’t need to be shy.” She said kindly and she pushed the cake a little closer to his blood red lips.

He never stopped staring at her but she smiled when she saw his lips part and then he opened his little pretty mouth wider to take a bite. She was about to speak again as he pushed his mouth around the small cake and then his jaw locked down.

“AH!” she screamed at the pressure of his teeth crushing down onto her fingers with intended force and she started yanking at her hand as her screams became screeches of pain and terror as she looked into the blue eyes that had a menacing look now as he held on, biting down hard.

She yanked hard on her hand with as much force as she could and it came free and she fell back off the bed and onto the red carpet, sobbing in pain and she looked at her thumb and index finger, her thumb was ripped and bleeding and she screamed when she saw the tip of her index finger was gone and blood was squirting from it.

She was mumbling little ‘oh my god’ s between her screaming and sobbing as she cradled her hand and then she looked back to the bed. The boy was on his knees now, his fists holding tightly onto the sheets when he had been biting at her so he wouldn’t move.

She looked at his face, blood and vanilla icing stained his mouth and his eyes held amusement as he watched her sob, her blood dripping from his mouth onto the white sheet.

Her eyes widened when she saw his mouth move and she heard crunches as he chewed, she felt bile rise up in her throat as she heard him chewing on her finger tip.

“Tat..Tatyana! Help!” she screeched and tried to get up.

It was horrifying how quickly he crawled off the bed and grabbed her hair and she was pulled from her knees onto her back, she batted out to him with her hands and screamed as she felt searing pain in her head as he yanked at her hair and she heard breaking and tearing sounds as clumps of her hair were pulled from her scalp.

He was pulling her along the floor in the bedroom as he pulled out her hair as she felt something wetting her clothes as she was dragged, she didn’t need to look as she knew it was blood from the smell.

“Stop…help me!” she shouted in small squeaks behind the cries of pain.

She identified small little grunts of amusement and anger from the boy and she leaned her head back to look at him and he stepped back and let go seeing her looking at him. She was crying and reaching her hands up, she didn’t want to but she felt her head and she cried in misery when she brought handfuls of her blonde hair into her view and she choked on her saliva in snorts and grunts as she cried.

She dropped the hair and leaned her head back again to look at him as he stood there, sinfully beautiful and cute with his head tilted to the side with his blood stained clothes and face, his eyes so blue and happy.

“Yu…ri…help me…” she breathed out in a last attempt for help.

The last thing she saw before she screamed was him advance at her with his hands first…

Okay I didn’t want to end it here but I just thought it would be better…for some reason, what do you think?

Read and review please :D (blow’s kisses)

I’ll try to be quicker with updates!!