The Sound of My Vendetta
Chapter One: Hold Your Heart
"Zum Geburtstag (Happy Birthday), Evelyn," whispered a deep voice rolling ever so charmingly with a German accent into the ear of Evelyn Dimitru. Mumbling something short of a curse or sheer incoherence, the pale woman of now twenty-five years of age pulled the plush duvet over her head to block out the rays of sunlight that peeked through the curtained window.
The toned chest pressed against her back shook in spasm with his chuckles as his arms wrapped about her waist lovingly. Her hands found his forearms, and she ran her fingers through his fine fur with a contented sigh while his body seemed to press perfectly against hers like sculpted perfection.
"Please don't make me get up from bed, Kurt. It's cold outside and you're so warm..." she pleaded softly, a smile gracing her pale face as she felt his chin rest on her shoulder gently. He leant down slightly and moved the strap of her nightdress down to kiss her bare shoulder tenderly, smiling to himself as he felt goose pimples spread across her skin.
"I wish I could, mein Geliebter (my love). However," he sighed as he sat up and left his girlfriend chilled and now grumpy while wrapped adorably in the comforter, "I have to go to work. Luckily today there won't be too many papers to grade and we can go out to dinner tonight like I promised. The reservations have been made and it will only be a matter of how in awe I will be when I see you."
"You spoil me, Kurt!"
With a sly grin, he loomed over her for a moment before capturing her lips in a heated but chaste kiss.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Evelyn."
After, he stood straight with a charming grin aimed at her before elegantly walking into the master bedroom's bathroom.
It wasn't too long after that Evelyn heard the shower turn on. She sat up in bed, running dainty fingers through her dark locks as her azure eyes passed over the bedroom like they did every morning since she'd woken up on her first day of living with Kurt.
Shocked? She was too.
It was about a year ago that he surprised her. They had been dating for about three years then, and the overall adaptation to having her father back and getting into the groove of a more balanced life caught up to Evelyn, so Kurt had an idea to help her see more of the world beyond the mansion as well as to find a way to strengthen their relationship.
She had been tidying up the papers from a test the kids had taken earlier in the day, and she cracked her neck with a disgruntled sigh just before Kurt seemed to appear from the very darkness that had crept into the room at dusk. Quite subtly, she'd noted, he pressed her against the wall and whispered in her ear things she'd rather blush and fret about than speak of in even her most vulnerable moments.
And among those words, he asked her to live with him in a house.
Just like a couple, a family.
She was terrified beyond rational belief.
The money, the bills, the maintenance, the cleaning, the work, their jobs, the personal space…
The personal space.
There would be none at all. No closure or time to herself at all. She'd spend all of her time with him at work, home, work, home, work, home, work, home, work, home—God, she'd go mad with the repetition!
However, she thought with a dreamer's grin as her eyes passed over the vase full of white and pink roses on the bedside table on her side of the king-sized mattress, I don't see any signs of me going mad when this was probably the best decision for me to make. I've never been so happy…
"I feel like such a sap!" she exclaimed dramatically as she fell back on the ever-so-fluffy pillows behind her.
"What about sap?"
Her eyes shot to were he was, standing at the bathroom door with an absolutely curious face in a towel and his wet hair slicked back. Heat blossomed in her chest as she attempted to be nonchalant by looking away calmly despite the discomfort blocking her thought process.
"I meant—Syrup, yeah. I'll pick some up while you're at work for breakfast tomorrow. I'll make waffles and eggs and even some bacon if you'd like."
He smiled so devilishly, so charming that it made her feel almost voyeur.
She did not give a damn.
"I'll even buy some fresh coffee grounds from the market," Because I know how much you love fresh coffee and holy damn you are the most beautiful creature on the face of this planet and beyond and WHY. DO. YOU. TEASE. ME? "Probably some fruits, also."
Stop teasing me you fucking—Oh wow his chest looks nice from this angle.
"Are you alright? You seem really distracted by something…" He took a few steps closer to her, the sheen of moist now visible on him.
"Distracted? I'm fine, Kurt. It's just—Hey, how about I get you your thermos for work? I'll pack your lunch," she offered quickly while she shot up from the bed and began a rushed walk to the door.
She bounded down the hall in quick strides, nearly busting down the kitchen door as she entered. She shakily opened up the cabinet and pulled out an insulated thermos that she used to put Kurt's usual morning coffee in, setting it on the counter.
While getting the grounds and setting up the coffee maker, Evelyn settled her thoughts while occupying herself.
No matter if they had been living together for nearly a year, she could not shake that shy feeling of a schoolgirl whenever he was shirtless or things began to get steamy. They've been a couple for four years and they had yet to—
"Fuck!" she cursed as she accidentally brushed her elbow against the coffee machine while it was doing its job, effectively searing the skin for a moment.
Nicely said, she thought sourly with a childish glare directed to the offending appliance.
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The event that it was indeed her birthday seemed to spread around the Xavier Institute like wildfire, many old colleagues taking it upon themselves to remind Kurt to give her their wishes and gifts by piling them on him like Christmas come early for a private affair.
Kurt was then reminded about his plans for Evelyn and himself later.
It brought a bright grin to his face, which spiked the curiosity of Kitty as she walked by his open classroom. The students were in their lunch period, leaving most of the teachers to eat their own meals or to get a head start on grading papers to lessen the load later on after work.
Kurt was avidly in the process of doing both actions.
"Isn't someone a busy worker today?" She wanted to taunt Kurt today, knowing how excited he was on the inside. He had to keep a calm exterior so that Emma didn't try and get any ideas to make him stay. In a moment, the woman could become that cruel.
The distracted mutant paused in his grading as he broke into an ecstatic grin, releasing the bottled up excitement since he was in the presence of his girlfriend's best buddy in the mansion.
Kitty's eyes hovered over the small collection of gifts next to Kurt's desk which were meant for Evelyn when he got off work and grinned right back to the blue male. She was happy for the both of them, and happy at the fact that she knew this would happen all along.
She had yet to taunt Evelyn about it, too.
Back in the comfy home of Kurt and Evelyn, the birthday girl held a tissue to her nose as she sneezed into it for what seemed like the millionth time that day. She instinctively blamed it on the dust as she worked on lowering the Christmas decorations from the attic to start adorning the house to surprise Kurt when he arrived home.
Christmas was literally in a few days, her birthday being on the nineteenth. It really unnerved her, considering that no one had known of her birthday until her father moved into the mansion three-and-a-half years ago. He practically shouted the news to the world, unbelievably happy that he would be able to see his daughter for her birthday.
Let's just say that Kurt was not amused to know that she had purposely kept her birthday a secret from everyone.
So, to show his disagreement with her actions, he had thrown her an extravagant party, to her father's grand pleasure and Evelyn's own horror. She hated people fussing over her as if she were a famous celebrity or a sickly person who deserved such an honor. The pale woman would only have liked for a quiet night enjoying a classic film with Kurt and perhaps a friend or two.
But a party was out of the question.
She did end up having a bit of fun, considering Kurt had made sure they played one of her favorite films.
Just sitting there with a scowl on her face, Evelyn seemed to ignore Kurt for most of the night because of what he had done to her so long ago. But when she looked at the large screen projecting the opening scenes of Casablanca, she didn't seem so angry anymore.
And Storm had baked her red velvet cake, her favorite, so perhaps having a party to celebrate her existence once a year wasn't such a bad thing, but Evelyn still saw it as a waste of time until Kitty changed her mind later on.
"The reason we worked so hard for this day is because you're a part of our family. When you are a part of a family, every birthday is like a miniature holiday just for that person who changed your life, even if they think they hadn't done much. I know you think celebrating you is a waste of time, but if you ask anyone in that room why they would do such a pointless thing, they'll all say that it's because you're a part of our lives and you've impacted us so that we love you like you are a part of our family. You are a part of our family. You're our Tundra!"
Normally from a statement like that, Evelyn would scowl at the young mutant. This time, however, she smiled and hugged her friend in thanks before walking over to kiss Kurt on the cheek while whispering heartfelt thanks into his ear.
She was a part of this family, and she could imagine no greater family in the world.
Shaking her head from those memories, Evelyn continued unpacking the boxes of decorations slowly while a nagging carol replayed itself in her head.
The only real things left in the cardboard boxes were ornaments for the tree that they were planning on getting during the week before Christmas, so she stacked the boxes back into the attic, leaving the small ornament cases on the dining table.
She mentally checked her To-Do List of the day and found herself done with everything she had planned.
But Kurt did say to be ready and dressed for dinner before he got home so they could make reservations… So how long did she have again?
Looking at the clock, she spotted about two hours.
I could rush things a bit, she thought with a gentle smile.
…:The Sound of My Vendetta:…
Putting down the last present onto the floor inside the house, Kurt sighed at the familiar warmth as he shut the front door. He gingerly hung his coat on the hook by the door before looking down the small corridor leading to the living room. He shut off his inducer as he walked down the hall, the curious scent of pine lingering in the air.
Evelyn was decorating the main room's mantle with the ornaments they had bought two years ago. Ever since she had celebrated Christmas in the mansion, she had been obsessed with the thought of having a great time every year. Of course, Kurt didn't complain at all, since it helped her become more open and cheerful.
She was wearing an elegantly low cut dress that was black with decorative lacing at the hem. It reached her knees and tightened at the waist, which accentuated her frame magnificently. Small straps rested on her pale shoulders, and crimson stilettos popped for color at her feet.
"You know how to make a statement, mein Geliebter (my lover)," he stated as his arms wrapped around her waist gently. He felt her shiver as his chin rested on her shoulder, and he could smell the traces of her perfume which always felt of flowers in one way or another.
"How do you like the house?" she breathed, giggling softly as she was spun around and pressed against his chest.
"You did a wonderful job. When we bring in the tree, it will truly be a wonderland."
She ran her hand along his cheek, smiling softly as she traced his cheekbone with a distracted look. He looked at her to see if she was alright, but saw the look on her face and he pulled her small frame closer to his.
"I know you're still bothered by what happened with your father those years ago, but I'm sure it ended there. I hear you mumbling about it in your sleep, so don't look at me like that—," he commented on her adorable scowl and crinkled nose, "So let's just go out there and paint the town red… or blue in my case, ja?"
She laughed at his pun, her eyes lighting up with stars. Kurt applauded himself on the inside.
"I like blue better anyway, too much red hurts my eyes," she added as he took her hand to lead her outside.
"Evelyn, I will make this a night to remember. Trust me."
And she did.
…:The Sound of My Vendetta:…
"So… does this mean we have an agreement, sir?" came a voice tinted with a mixture of European accents. The man sitting on the chair across from the owner of this voice nodded slowly before rising, which let the moonlight from outside catch his silver-white hair.
"Yes, of course it does. If I may ask however, what is your personal grudge with the Dimitru family? I barely knew of them myself, and I have been an enemy to the X-Men for a long time."
"My family and theirs have always had their… differences, but I decided a while ago that it would end with us. One of our families will continue to exist, but I can assure you, it will not be the Dimitru," he hissed vehemently in reply.
After his companion had left, the European man slammed his fist on the table angrily, glaring at the moon through the barred window of the basement. "The Mazzonet family will rise over yours, Giorgio Dimitru… I swear on it."
Outside of the abandoned complex, the white-haired man met up with a young woman with blonde hair and hazel eyes. Smiling in an oddly cruel way, the girl walked toward the man with a familiar sway. He greeted her with a nod, to which she responded with another smile.
"So what did that idiot want?"
"Now Raven, we were only making a deal of sorts. It could come to our advantage against the X-Men," chastised.
"Eric, I don't like how this sounds. And you know me, I am quite familiar with shady people. He wants to kill the Dimitru, and you know I have no problem with beating her little face to a pulp. I don't like how he said it," she explained slowly as her features changed to blue skin, golden eyes, and red hair styled in a bob.
"It's not of our business, and he will not be put in danger. I'll make sure of it."
And with their conversation over, the two vanished into the night with snow falling down from the sky.
There you have it, the beginning of the sequel to My Life, My Hell! I hoped you liked it and will continue reading as I post the chapters.
Another announcement is that I am writing an original work that was created among me and a couple of other friends. I've worked on this story plot since I was about ten, but I've obviously worked it out over the years and it's matured as I have. I would love to see some of my readers look at this and see how it is, because I plan on perhaps putting some ideas into a novel I plan on publishing.
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