Hi everybody!
This is my first fanfiction in English. I wrote a lot of story before (in Hungarian), but I never finished them (this is my bad habit). BUT I think this time the situation is different. I can say that the story almost finished. I have to write only a few chapters. The only trouble is to translate from Hungarian into English, because I can't write directly in English (unfortunately I'm not so good in English). Therefore I think I can upload one chapter per one week (if I can translate quicker, I will upload often).
Talking of that: If somebody is good in Hungarian and English too, and feels like to help me, I would be very grateful! In addition, I'm also glad of a beta reader's help (someone, who could kick me, until the translation isn't correct)!
About the story. This is a Charles/Erik pairing, in the Romeo and Juliet drama. I think you can guess the story's end, but I plan to write an alternate ending. So this will be an AU, slash story. Who doesn't like it, doesn't read this.
And finally about the characters, just to you know that who is who in the story. Between the "/" sign, I write the original Romeo and Juliet characters:
Lehnsherr family:
Sebastian Lehnsherr (Erik's father) /Montague/
Edie Lehnsherr (Erik's mother) /Lady Montague/
Erik Lehnsherr /Romeo/
Xavier family:
Brian Xavier (Charles's father) /Capulet/
Sharon Xavier (Charles's mother) /Lady Capulet/
Charles Xavier /Juliet/
Cain Marko (Sharon Xavier's cousin) /Tybalt, Lady Capulet's cousin/
Erik's friends:
Azazel
Janos Quested/Riptide
Charles's friends:
Raven Darkholme
Sean Cassidy
Other characters:
Emma Frost (Erik's secretary) /Balthasar, Romeo's servant/
Moira MacTaggert (Charles's nurse) /Juliet's nurse/
Hank McKoy /Friar Laurence/
Levene (son of Charles's nurse) /Peter, servant of Juliet's nurse/
Alex Summers (son of Brian Xavier's friend) /Paris, son of Verona's prince/
And now finally the chapter. Good reading!
Erik and Charles
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows
Doth, with their death, bury their parents' strife.
(William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet)
Chapter one
Eric sighed loud, and then stretched, while he glanced at the clock on the wall from the corner of his eye. It was ten minutes past eight, namely he worked pretty much, and therefore he closed his laptop, rose from his seat, and stretched once more his benumbed body. It was since noon – when he had lunch with his father in the restaurant opposite the building – when he stood up for the last time, and he began to feel it more and more. Once all his bones clicked to their right place, he closed his briefcase, and walked out of his office.
"Emma, I finished for today. If my father would look for me, tell him, that I'll meet with Azazel and Janos in the Hellfire Club," he said to his secretary, who sat in an unexceptionable costume, as always, at her desk. "If he would like anything, he can contact with me on my mobile."
The blonde woman stopped the typing for a moment, and looked up at him, and then her soft lips smiled.
"Right, I'll pass the message. Have a nice time, Mr. Lehnsherr!"
"Thank you, Emma."
Ms. Frost's smile was wider, while the man walked toward the door. Erik wasn't telepath to read her mind, but without it he knew what's on her mind. Many shook their heads, and didn't understand, why he doesn't seize the opportunity, and realize Emma's dreams, but at such time he usually just shrugged his shoulders. What is true is true, the woman was extremely pretty – slim figure, long legs, blonde, glossy hair, sparkling blue eyes –, and so beautiful, that the men involuntarily turned after her on the street. Anyone would seize the opportunity to call her into the bed, but he didn't. But she is a great secretary – Erik commented to himself, as he waved goodbye with his free hand, then stepped out to the corridor. His office was near the elevator, so he reached relatively quickly the basement, where he parked in the morning with his Aston Marin. He was glad, that he can finally leave. In the recent weeks, he bored more and more his job, and somehow his all life also. Every day was exactly the same, and this drove him mad. He desired something variety, something excitement, with he can jazz up his endless hours in his office.
The black sports car started immediately, and a few minutes later he spanned in the New York traffic. As he knew, that it may take a while because the gridlock to reach the club, he turned on the radio, and he started to drummed the rhythm of the music on the steering wheel.
He couldn't wait to meet his two friends. Azazel – who led the Hellfire Club – the previous day called him, that they meet that day in any case, because something special entertainment waits for him. Erik, of course, had no idea, what can it be, but hence he very pleased with this opportunity – finally he can exit from the monotonous daily routine!
He arrived before the club nearly an hour later, where he jumped immediately out the car, then threw the key to the employee, who just hurry to him.
"Take care of it!" said to the young boy, who started to nod at once.
"Of course, Mr. Lehnsherr!"
Erik silently watched, as the kid sat behind the wheel, and then slowly rolled into the deep garage next to the entrance of the club. He only then started to go toward the door, when he couldn't see the Aston Martin. He couldn't really explain, that why he had such a relation to his car, but he practically liked it as treasure.
"Welcome, Mr. Lehnsherr!" greeted him the security guard front of the entrance door, when he walked past the man, by the time Erik nodded in response.
In spite of the fact, that his friend had the club, everybody looked at him, as the owner, which was probably due to Azazel's evil look. The red skinned man, who could teleport wherever, had long, spiny-tipped tail, and this particularly reminded of the servant of the hell. But his frightening surface was softened by his sea-green eyes, black beard and also black hair, which usually hung blowsily onto his shoulders.
In the club the music sounded loud, while hardly dressed girls walking back and forth between the guests – the Hellfire's unspoken rule was, that only a man could cross the threshold –, who took their risk in gambles, or went about dreamily with the gorgeous beauties on the dancefloor, or drank at the bar counter. As soon as Erik put his foot in the building, a young eighteen year old girl stepped up to him, raised her most luscious eyes to him, and then spoke with sensual voice.
"You look very tired," whisper into his ear, which was rather strange, considering that in the huge hall the music roared with full volume. "Let me take care of you."
"Thank you, but no," Erik got out of the unknown girl's way, and meanwhile he tried to avoid her disappointed look. He suddenly became embarrassed, therefore he quickly stepped back. "I'm sorry," he murmured almost inaudibly, then spun and strove toward the office on the upper floor.
Erik never understood why he becomes unsure, if a woman approaches to him in that way. He simply went blank, and he couldn't think anything else, than escape. Now his heart also beat more and more, his hand turned white as he gripped his briefcase's handle. By the time he came up to the stair, the panic spilled his whole body, therefore he practically burst into the door of Azazel's office, then slammed that, and closed his eyes he propped himself firmly against the door.
"Do I suspect well, that someone tried again to win the confidence of you?" sounded a deep, cheerful voice, so Erik opened his eyes hardly to look his friend. Azazel sprawled on a comfortable couch, with a glass of whisky in his hand, and grinning widely in an irritating way, which immediately brought Erik back to life. "You don't take this amiss as offense, Erik, but you look miserable."
"Your tact is fascinating," commented Erik mockingly, while he put down his case stepping to the desk. "Sometimes I wonder, they why consider you as a devil, when you're a real angel."
The red skinned man threw back his head, and laughed aloud.
"Erik, my dear friend," Azazel stood up, still holding his glass in his hand, and broke into a broad grin, while he stepped to his friend, who waiting next to the desk, and then he put his free hand onto Erik's shoulder. "You need someone. You're too lonely, and as I see, it has worse and worse effect on you."
"I don't want a single woman in my life!" Erik already protested, shaking his head wildly. Even just thinking about it was terrible, that a woman, who cling to him, chase after him all day. "Then I rather jump out my office's window!"
"Your fear against women is incredible, Erik," laughed Azazel, but his cheerfulness dwindled slightly, because then he looked with serious glance into his fellow's eye. "Otherwise, it's not important to be a woman."
"Are you crazy?" Erik walked away from his red friend, and to relieving his anew recrudescing nervousness, he poured himself a brandy. "I'm not a homosexual!" added then in indignation, and drank his drink in one gulp.
I'm not a homosexual! – Erik repeated to himself, accompanied by another glass of cognac, but frightened him that, that his voice how uncertainly sounds. I'm not a homosexual… But what if I'm still gay? He already came to understand, that he can't find nothing attraction in the women, but he didn't feel, that he would be different in the company of men – of course apart from the fact, that he could control every kind of metal object –, therefore it never came into his mind. Maybe I just haven't found the right wife for me – Erik encouraged himself, while he poured his third glass of drink for himself.
Azazel saw on his friend, what doubts tortured him, therefore he decided, it's the time to starting into the night. At least they divert Erik's thoughts. Ready to act Azazel mopped up the last drops of his whisky, and then he took out his phone from his pocket. Janos's number fortunately was in the quick button; therefore he could already dial after two second.
"Yes?"
"We will meet after five minutes at my car in the garage."
"I'll be there."
Azazel pressed out the phone, then glanced at his friend, who seems watches him relaxed. The teleporter was of the opinion, that the man takes him job too seriously, and overall he is too rigid. It's time for a bit of relaxation.
"Come, my friend," put Azazel his right arm on the man's shoulder. "I guarantee that your life's best night waits for you."
Embrace each other shoulder, they walked out the office, by the time the music, which sounded downstairs in the great hall, flapped their ears. They can hear it in the office too, just hollowly, but outside it was practically excruciating. As they walked past the guests – some of them gazed oddly at the red skinned owner of the club, however the mutants were known in the city –, Erik screwed up his face. This din was too loud for him.
"I don't understand, how you can bear this cacophony," turned Erik toward Azazel, who sent a grin to him for this.
"After a while people get used to it, my friend. I'm sure, that after a month you would also consider it a muttering."
"Because I'll become totally deaf," answered Erik drily, by the time the other man burst out laughing again on hearing this.
"That's possible, my friend."
They walked through the huge hall, between the gamble tables, then next to the dancefloor, that they finally get to the underground garage thorough the door. Because Azazel was able to teleport anywhere within a certain distance, they could even go like this, but as the head of the Hellfire Club, Azazel likes show his face to the guests. He didn't adore the aggression, but hence he took advantage without compunction of his wild surface to prevent the possible disturbance. It was enough to proming twice in the club one night, and the safety of the guests was guaranteed.
"Sometimes I wonder, that I think you really enjoy, that the guests were afraid of you," turned Erik toward the club owner, when they already walked between the cars, and meanwhile he put his free hand into his pocket. "Admit it, Azazel."
"Okey, you got me," grinned the red man, and then when they reached the big, black Mercedes, he pulled out the car key from his pocket. "I think Janos will be here in a minute. Until then let's get into the car, and you can tell me, that how boring was your day."
"This is visible on me so much?" Erik asked curiously, after he already sprawled on the passenger seat.
"Erik, it practically proclaims from you, that you are sick of it," replied Azazel with completely serious voice, while he spun the key on his finger. "Have you ever think about to do something absolutely else? After all there is your diploma, what you got in Oxford. Your father surely would agree."
"I know, but I have no idea, what can I do. A couple of years have already passed since my diploma."
"A good party, that what you need, Erik!"
"Janos!" smiled back Erik, and turned back to shake the man's hand, who just got in the car. His second friend wore a white, duck trousers, and a same color T-shirt. This was some kind of mania, that he always wore this color. "Good to see you, my friend!"
"And good to see, that you can smile too," Janos clasped Erik's hand, and then after he took his seat, he glanced toward the red man behind the wheel in the driving mirror. "Where is the party?"
Azazel's perfect denture flashed, as he grinned, and he started the engine.
"Let this be a surprise."
So, what do you think? Please, let me know your opinion! If I made a mistake, I want to learn from this! Anyway, thanks for reading!
Yenna