Chapter Text
Russia 1920s
Aleksandr sits slumped against the wall of his wine cellar in a pool of blood. He looks around the room confused. "Alexia?" He calls out to Lex but gets no reply. "Rebeqah?" again no reply.
Aleksandr bites his lip and tries to remember the third girl. Damn what was the spastic girl’s name? He looks down at the blood for a moment. Oh that's right! Cora! Her name is Cora! "Cora are you there?!" He's not surprised at the response inside the bar.
It's as if they've disappeared in thin air. Aleksandr finally acknowledges the body a few feet away from him. It's an elderly woman who he had only heard of by reputation before today. Olga. The first mother of the St. Petersburg Coven. She didn't seem so impressive lying dead on his cellar floor. He dips his hand into her blood and begins to lick it off his fingers. Not bad he thinks to himself. The cellar door bursts open and the clock inside the room begins to screech. It's midnight.
Ivan and Viktoriya walk into the room and immediately step back at the scene before them. As if a hex had been cast upon Alexander, he sees images that feel like memories. Ivan and Viktoriya lay dead in the snow. Lex drags Aleksandr to safety as he weeps uncontrollably. He looks out the window of a train as they leave Russia in the background. A young girl kisses him deeply below the Eiffel Tower. Images twist and turn in his mind until he cannot stand it anymore. He screams out in desperation and grabs his head. "Please no more, I can't take it!" Viktoriya runs to his aid and cradles his shoulders. Ivan runs to his other side to comfort him. He kisses him gently on his forehead.