The large boat sailed across the water heading for Paris, the foghorn blowing as smoke littered into the air, the waves splashing slightly against the boat.

Dimitri held up a dress in front of (Y/N). It was blue and had white along the collar and at the end of the sleeves.

"Here. I bought you a dress." He announced with a big smile.

She giggles and picked up the dress, holding it up by the skirt of the dress. "You bought me a.." She trails off as she looks into the skirt, "Me tent."

Pooka makes a noise at this and rolls his eyes knowingly, watching the scene play out.

Dimitri looked down the collar of the dress, "What are you looking for?" He questioned.

"The Russian circus. I think it's still in here." She joked with a sideward grin, looking around the dress.

He removed the dress from covering her head, "Come on. Just put it on." He gently tossed it to her, making her catch it and stare down at it as he went to walk up the stairs.

She looked back to Dimitri and saw him wave his hands above his head, groaning. As he if felt her stare, he turned his head over his shoulder and met her eyes, lingering for a moment and then went up the stairs.

(Y/N) smiled to herself as she picked up the ends of the dress, moving it around with a thoughtful hum and went to her room with Anya, knowing her sister would help her look presentable.

.....

Dimitri and Vlad were playing chess in another room, as they past the time and waited for the sisters to get changed.

Vlad moved one of his pieces, "Checkmate." He mumbles out, making Dimitri shake his head.

The sisters appeared behind them, with (Y/N) wearing the dress and Anya wore a similar one, as she fixed up her younger sisters hair in a low ponytail, a big blue bow keeping it up.

(Y/N) also wore a brown belt around her waist, keeping the dress up and her necklace sat perfectly against her chest, as earrings also made an appearance. She clears her throat to get their attention.

Vlad looked up and smiled, just as (Y/N) twirled around in her dress, "Wonderful!" He exclaimed happily and walks to grab her hand, "And now you are dressed for a ball."

Dimitri's breath hitched seeing her in the dress he bought, his eyes went wide and flushed a little staring at her.

"And you will learn to dance for one as well." Vlad tells her as Anya joins his side, smiling exicitdenly about getting to see her sister dance.

Vlad moves to Dimitri and grabs his arm, "Dimitri."

"I'm-I'm not very good at it." Dimitri chuckles nervously as he gets pulled in front of (Y/N).

He grabbed her hand, making her fingers curl around his and placed a hand on her waist, while her other hand went to his shoulder, and they started to dance, keeping their eyes on their shoes.

"One, two there. One, two there." Vlad instructs, before waving his hands around and splits them apart, "No, no. (Y/N), you don't lead. Let him."

The two of them finally looked up and when their eyes met, Dimitri smiles gently and holds out a hand for her to take. (Y/N) takes the hand, feeling his warmth and placed another hand on his shoulder again, his other hand travelling to her waist.

The two start dancing back and forth in their step, as Vlad and Anya share a proud glance between each other.

"That, uh, dress is really beautiful." Dimitri complimented, his eyes wondering over her figure and was brought back up by her squeezing his hand slightly.

"Do you think so?" She questioned hopefully in small voice.

"Yes." He breathed out, as he turned their direction of dancing. "I mean, it was nice on the hanger, but it looks even better on you. You- you should wear it." He twirls her out of his arms, keeping their hands together.

(Y/N) smiles sweetly at his attempt of a compliment, as he pulls her back into the dance, "I am wearing it."

He chuckles to himself, embarrassed and smiles at her, "Oh, right. Of course. Of course you are. I-I'm just trying to give you, a, uh-"

"Compliment?" She finishes softly with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course. Yes." He murmured, as she looked up at him and he looked down at her, the two of them seeming to be in a trance, lost in each other.

Vlad and Anya sat down near the dance couple, sharing matching happy smiles as the long lost childhood friends were reconnecting, this time deeper and stronger.

"It's one, two, three and suddenly."

Vlad finishes cleaning his glasse and holds them up, seeing the couple through them.

"I see it at a glance."

Dimitri twirled (Y/N) again, making her spin and her dress at the movement as she danced back into his arms again.

"She's radiant and confident and born to take this chance."

(Y/N) places her hand on top of Dimitri's as he moves them both upwards, then down and brings her back into his arms.

"I taught her well, I planned it all. I just forgot romance."

Vlad and Anya look at each other knowingly, and then back at the dancing two, seeing their soft expressions for each other.

(Y/N) and Dimitri continued to spin around and dance, their holds still on each other, "I'm feeling a little..dizzy." She admits as she stares into his eyes.

He grinned at her, squeezing her hand slightly, "Kind of light-headed?" He questioned lowly.

She nods a little, "Yeah.."

"Me too." He confessed, as they both stopped dancing and he brought their conjoint hands in the middle, "Probably from the spinning. Maybe we should stop."

She looks at their hands together and back up to his eyes, "We have stopped." She whispered.

He went wide eyed at this and looked down at her with adoration, making her stomach flip. "(Y/N), I-" He murmured softly, beginning to lean in.

"Yes?..." She whispered back, eyelashes fluttering seeing him leaning in and she began to do the same. They tilted their heads, noses brushing before Pooka growls and barks.

Dimitri rells back, opening his eyes as he realizes what he was doing. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, he knew he would just be hurting them both in the end and that's why he knows he has to let go of his feelings for her, even if it pains him.

"You're doing fine." He weakly smiles at her, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb and then lets go, not sparing another glance and walks off.

Vlad and Anya looked mortified at this, while (Y/N) looks confused and a little hurt, but pushed it aside for now as Anya comes up, wrapping her arms around her younger sister.

.....

It was now nighttime on the ship and the group was sitting in their room. Vlad was on the floor groaning, while (Y/N) and Anya sat near him. They were brushing their hair and Dimitri was sound asleep.

(Y/N) took notice of Vlad's groaning and grew concerned, placing a hand on his leg. "Are you alright?" She asked.

"Fine. Fine." He reassures her, waving her off, "Just riddled with envy. Look at him." He gestured to Dimitri, "He can sleep through anything."

She smiled to herself a little seeing his sleeping figure, despite what happened early. Her attention moved to Pooka, who was whining and jumped into Dimitri's bag.

He shifted in his sleep and kicked the bag to the floor, knocking Pooka out and a little music box.

Pooka saw this and sniffed at the box, grabbing it in his mouth and held it up for (Y/N) to take. She grabbed it and inspected it.

"Pretty jewellery box, isn't it?" Vlad commented seeing the box in her hands.

As she thought more, suddenly figures of dancing people surrounded her head like a faint memory, "Jewellery box..are you sure that's what this is?" She questioned as she fiddled with the object, feeling that this thing was familiar to her.

"What else could it be?"

(Y/N) shared a look with Anya, both looking down at the box in thought, "Well, something else. Something...special. Something to do with a secret."

The (H/C) haired girl was knocked out of her words, when Pooka licked at her feet making her laugh.

She sat down the box, turning to Vlad, "Is that possible?"

"Anything's possible." Vlad answered her, as he climbed up onto the top bunk. "You taught Dimitri how to waltz, didn't you?" He tells her with a knowing grin.

She tilts her head to the side, laughing and smiling brightly back. She lifts up Pooka in her arms and climbs into the bottom bunk with her sister, pulling the covers over them and places Pooka on the bed.

"Sleep well, your Majesties." Vlad says over the edge of the top bunk and pulls his sheets up over him.

As he gets comfortable, some of the bed dips and squishes poor Pooka in between, making him choke and try to scurry out of the hold.

(Y/N) snickers seeing this and pulls Pooka over, just as Anya kicks the bottom of the top bunk, making the dip disappear.

"Sweet dreams, Anya, Pooka." (Y/N) whispered, snuggling into her sisters side, before drifting off to sleep.

.....

Rasputin was watching the two sisters sleep from the reliquary, a green smoke circle showing them.

"There they are, master." Bartok comments, "Aw. Sound asleep in their little bed."

Rasputin circled the green circle, "And pleasant dreams to you, Princess." He hugged the smoke sinisterly, "I'll get inside your mind, where you can't escape me."

.....

Green demons fly past Dimitri's sleeping form and crawl their way up to (Y/N), starting to circle above her. They suddenly morphed into butterflies and she smiled in her sleep.

.....

In her dream, (Y/N) was laying down in a flowery field when a figure came towards her. She sat up, showing off her sailor dress of white and blue, having her hair up half up with a big blue bow.

She saw it was a familiar young boy with brown hair, who ushered some butterflies her away with a smile. She watched them come to her with a awe expression.

.....

Back in reality, her eyes were still closed and was sitting up in the bed. The green demons circled above her, acting like butterflies and she got out of the bed, and excited the room.

Pooka heard the noise and woke up, noticing (Y/N) was gone and missing. He whimpers, jumping out of bed and barks, scratching at the door before running over to Dimitri and pawing at him.

.....

(Y/N) who was still asleep was currently walking upstairs the boat, with a very big storm happening as the water crashed inside the boat.

.....

Back in her dream, she was following the little boy up a hill and started going across a fallen log.

One the other side, they were three women in swimsuits. They giggled and waved at (Y/N), before squealing and jumping off a ledge into the water below.

She was about to follow along more, but fell backwards.

.....

The storm was getting worse on the ship as thunderclaps, rain pouring down badly, while (Y/N) swayed above deck with a happy smile on her face, eyes closed still in dream.

.....

Pooka continued barking at Dimitri and started to lick his face, hoping to wake him up from his sleep.

He shook the dog off, but woke up with a groan, "What?, What, what?" He grabbed the dog in his hands, "Pooka, what?"

Pooka barked at him and Dimitri turned to see a empty spot in the bottom bunk, making his heart drop. "(Y/N).... (Y/N)!" He exclaimed and rushed out of his bed, stumbling his way quickly up the stairs.

.....

Upstairs the girl was stumbling her way over towards the edge of the boat, getting up on it and held onto the rope there as she outstretched her hand with a content smile.

.....

She looked down and saw her father and three sisters floating in the water bellow.

"Hello, sunshine!" Nicholas called.

(Y/N) blinked surprised and grinned back, "Hello!" She waved.

"Jump in. Jump!" He insisted with a wave, just as the familiar brown haired boy jumped in and the girls all squealed.

The (H/C) haired girl placed her hands up to her chin and giggles loudly.

.....

Dimitri slid down the top deck hallway through the rain, the floor slippery as he yelled out (Y/N)'s name.

Just then, a huge wave splashed over the side of the ship. However, he made it to a higher level of the ship just in time and looked around frantically for the girl, his stomach dropping seeing her just about to jump of the edge of the ship.

"No! Stop!, (Y/N)!"

He grabbed a rope and swung over to where she was.

.....

"Yes, jump!" Nicholas's insisted again, only seeing him now in the water.

Suddenly, he starts to shift into a demon and towered over (Y/N).

"The Romanov curse!" The demon growled.

The scene changed from a beautiful meadow to a dark and dreary place filed with skulls and a black sky.

"Jump!" A deep voice bellows.

She starts to scream and cry out as the demons grab her arms, tugging her and tries to pull her down.

.....

Dimitri grabs (Y/N) flailing form, one arm going underneath her legs and the other around her back as he picks up her bridal style, bringing her down off the ledge.

"No!" She cries in her sleep, trying to break free from the hold.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) wake up!" He yells as his hands moved to cup the sides of her face, brushing the wet hair out of her face.

Her (E/C) eyes shot open fast with a gasp, as she pants and heaves for air, looking around frightened, before looking into Dimitri's worried eyes.

"The Romanov curse!" She exclaimed scared, her hands trembling against his shirt.

His brows furrowed in more concern, "The Romanov what? What are you talking about?"

Tears gather up in her eyes and she buried her face into his chest, arms around his waist, "I keep seeing faces, so many faces." She whimpered, scrunching up the back of his shirt in her hands tightly and closed her eyes.

"It was a nightmare. It's all right." He smooths gently as he sighs shakily and wraps his arms tightly around her trembling form, pulling her closer to him.

He presses his cheek against the top of her head, nuzzling his nose into her hair and smiles in relief, "You're safe now."

.....

Back in his lair, Rasputin was watching the whole scene in anger. He dug his fingers into his head and growled.

"No! Not again!" He bellowed, grabbing his neck and tugged a he yelled in frustration.

"Easy Master. Wow." Bartok tried to calm him down, "This is no time to lose your head."

Rasputin paused and struggled to keep his composure, "You're right. I am calm. I am heartless. I have no feelings whatsoever."

"Sir?" Bartok questioned confused at his behaviour.

He smiled and sighed, "I feel a sudden onset of clarity, Bartok. I'll have to kill them myself. In person." He concluded.

"What, you mean...physically?" Bartok asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You know what they say." Rasputin starts off, "If you want something done right.."

"But that means going topside." Bartok realized with wide eyes.

"Exactly." He agreed, "I have so many fond memories of Paris and killing the last two Romanovs with my own hands, will be so delicious." He grabs his red, long jacket, "Well, time to go."

"But you're dead! You're falling apart, sir." Bartok reminds his master, who was putting on perfume, "How do you expect to get to Paris in one piece?"

"I thought we'd take the train." He cackled, making all the creatures squeal in agreement.

Rasputin raised the reliquary up, as green smoke filled the room as he rockets through the ceiling and out of the Nether World.