Pet Shop Of Horrors Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Beautiful ❯ Destination ( Chapter 3 )

 

Within a few hours the Lear touched down. Into a world that seemed to be made completely of ice and snow. Though it was late afternoon, even the approaching dark didn't seem to deter the endless white.

 

Chris was awake and staring wide eyed out of the window as the plane landed on the ice covered runway.

 

Wow! This is great! Where are we, Count?

 

“Siberia,” D answered casually, tamping down his shudder of distaste as he pulled the fur tighter around his body.

 

“SIBERIA!? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

 

“Why would I be, my dear detective?” D questioned, one elegant eyebrow lifting in question.

 

“Why the hell are we in Siberia?!?”

 

“I am here to see my children born, as I have informed you. You are here for the sheer purpose of annoying me apparently,” D said, sweeping past him and to the door of the plane as it opened.

 

Orcot closed his mouth and followed D out of the plane, carrying Chris on one shoulder.

 

“Ah, it seems as though the welcoming party has arrived,” D said.

 

The “welcoming party” looked far from welcoming to Orcot. All were dressed in leather and furs and none of the group looked happy to see them.

 

D walked to the biggest one of the bunch and was immediately clasped in a bear hug from the huge man. When he finally released D, Orcot half expected him to be flat as a pancake.

 

“Come. We leave for the palace,” the man said. “I do not like to leave our Alpha for too long. Especially not now.”

 

“I can certainly understand why, Sergi,” D said.

 

“Sadly, you have missed the first two being born,” Sergi said. “We must hurry if you are to see any of them enter this world, Count.”

 

D nodded and he, Chris and Leon all piled into the large dog sled that was situated just off to one side of the airstrip.

 

“D, those are the biggest damn dogs I've ever seen,” Orcot said, staring at what was pulling the sled.

 

D sighed and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. “Those are not dogs, my dear detective. Those are wolves.”

 

“I think I'm sensing a pattern around here,” Orcot grumbled.

 

“By this point, you certainly should be.”