-Hello everyone, this is my first submission so please be patient as I learn. Comments welcomed and taken into consideration...This is the first and second chapter of Avoiding the Storm... Hope you enjoy!
German words:
-Ein fauler Sack = lazy bastard
-Er geht mir auf den Sack = He's a pain in the ass
*Adrian --- In Germany*
"Ein fauler Sack!" hissed Adrian at his younger brother Conrad.
"Brother, why are you so uptight?" asked a sitting Conrad.
"Is Elena not fulfilling her duties as your personal whore?" mocked Conrad while looking Adrian.
Adrian made his way from behind his desk and approached his brother slowly, never breaking eye contact with Conrad.
"Tell me this younger brother," requested Adrian as he looked down at a sitting Conrad.
"Why would I concern myself with Elena or her sister if you have fucked them both?" said Adrian with a growl.
Conrad feeling challenged stood up from his seat, and they stood face to face staring into each other eyes. Conrad being the lax brother coyly laughed off the tension between him and Adrian. He moved towards the door while ignoring Adrian because Conrad would not admit defeat to his older brother. Touching the doorknob, Conrad took one last look at his brother and grinned. He finally walked out of Adrian office, slamming the door behind him. Adrian looked at the door and smiled, he knew what it took to piss off Conrad. Both are stubborn and both dismiss the fact that they are the Hitzag brothers.
Adrian stood 6 feet 3 with a body built as a swimmer. His eyes were a pale onyx (thanks to his mother) but when he is pissed off those onyx eyes would turn into the color of dark clouds as a thunderstorm approached. His eyes always seemed to have the stormy effect. Showing emotion was a weakness, and nothing about Adrian stated weakness. Adrian hair was a light golden brown and he kept his hair as a crew cut. He kept a mean facial expression with narrowed eyes. A strong jaw line, mixed with a sturdy chin, and a semi sharp nose gave him the 'don't fuck with me' appearance. However, no one knew he hid the dimple in his right cheek by not smiling. Made of completely masculinity, Adrian believes dimples did not fit in with the rest of his attire.
In contrast, everything about Conrad stated pretty boy, he stood 6 foot 1 with a body as a soccer player. Conrad wide hazel eyes are the best of his features. The scare that stretches from the edge of his left eyebrow to the middle of his cheek was the only mark that shows imperfection. Just like Adrian, Conrad dimple was on the right side of his cheek, and he had the same light golden brown hair. However, Conrad hair almost hit his shoulders. Conrad facial features held strong jaw long, kissable lips, and a bright smile. He is the male version of his mother except his hazel eyes and the scare.
Both Adrian and Conrad knew they could have any women they desired. However, Adrian did not want just any women he craved for a companion, his companion. The women he could not live without, the women who would invade his dreams, most importantly he wanted his women. Adrian grew tired of his games, during his 375 years of existences; he never met the women who could tame the beast within. Adrian always figured that he had time to settle down because to the werewolf society he was just hitting his prime. Conrad was a different story, he seduced every attractive female he met, and his hormones is one of a teenage boy. He treated women only as a sex object, as if they were unable to have an intellect conversation. Being 65 years younger than his brother is, Conrad still had the stamina to have sex all day if he desired.
*Zaira --- Back in New York*
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, it's time to wakey wakey!" shouted 5-year-old Eli as he jumped up and down on his mother bed.
'Damn, I shouldn't have been working on that case all night'
thought Zaira as she rubs her eyes and forced a smile on her face.
"Good morning sweetheart" Zaira said with a husky voice.
"Morning mommy," said Eli as he kissed the tip of Zaira nose.
"Mommy can you fix my favorite since its Saturday?" asked Eli as he put on his pout face.
"Please! I would even pick up my toys today mommy, please!" pleaded Eli as he bounced by his mother side.
"Okay, okay but you have to wash your face, brush your teeth, pick up your toys, and give mommy a big kiss!" she said as she attacked her son with kisses and raspberries on his stomach.
"Okay mommy you win" said a laughing Eli.
"Now, go brush your teeth, wash your face, and put on some clothes...," said Zaira as she held her fingers out displaying the number of things Eli had to do.
"I'll be in there to help you pick out your clothes for today" said Zaira as she stood up and stretch.
"Mommy, I'm a big boy now...I don't need you to dress me anymore" said Eli as he puffed out his little chest.
"Oh, well excuse me then..." stated Zaira as she opened her blinds.
"Now you better hurry up before I change my mind about..." before she could finish her sentence Eli jumped off the bed and ran towards his room.
'
God, he reminds me so much of his father...why did you have to leave so soon?'
thought Zaira as she tried to keep the memories afar. It has been 3 years since her best friend, husband, and better half died on a mission in Iraq. She sat on her bed and pulled out the last printed email her husband sent her.
'
Aye, Doll. I know you probably worried your pretty head off about me, but I'm okay. Every morning I thank God for the love that you have given me and for the birth of our son. If I don't make it back just know this...You are my best friend, my shoulder to lean on, the one person I know I can count on, you're the love of my life, you're my one and only, you and Eli are my everything. Kiss our son Eli for me and tell him daddy loves him very much. Love you baby doll. Be home soon, hopefully! Love yours forever...your Jeremiah
Instead of him coming home by the end of the month, he never got the opportunity to board the plane for New York. She felt tears streaming down her face as she held the letter tightly in her hand.