Yes I have returned, and even though its one-day after I finished Cursed I thought I'd go ahead and put up the third one.
This one takes place three years after Cursed, and chipmunks age quickly so that's why the new character will act older!
R&R please and tell me what you think!
Brittany's pov.
At least five hundred deaths have been reported this year alone, the number just keeps going up, soon there won't be any people left in L.A.
I sigh heavily and let the soft cool spring air ruffle my bangs, "What are you pouting about?" I glance up and roll my eyes accepting the glass of lemonade.
"What makes you think I was pouting, I'm relaxing," I point out taking a long drink of the cool liquid, he snorts and settles down beside me, I scoot over and curl up under his arm.
"How is he?" I ask watching the growing leaves on a nearby tree sway and dance in the light breeze, "Good as always, right now he's kicking Convel's smart butt at Dance Dance Revolution," he laughs making me laugh.
"Alvin?" his golden eyes shift down to my face as I play with the pink straw I didn't bother to use, "Do you think Randi was right? Do you think he'll stop that, thing?" I whisper worriedly.
Alvin kisses my forehead and rubs my arm, "Yes, and yes, he's got me to teach him how to fight after all," he gloats smirking widely just as the front dog door swings open and a blur of dark auburn fur shoots out.
"You're getting old Uncle Simon!" he yells glancing back over his shoulder, I gaze at his eyes still shocked by their coloring, one was blue, the other gold.
"I'm only eighteen!" Simon bursts out of the house obviously annoyed with him, Alvin bursts out laughing and pointing at his bespectacled brother who had tumbled down the stairs.
"I forgot how blind you are without those glasses Si! Run kiddo! Run!" Alvin eggs on as his brother charges toward the smirking young chipmunk, I smack him in the chest making him laugh and choke on his lemonade.
His different colored eyes widen and he bolts back towards the porch narrowly missing Simon's wild grab, before either of us could react he launched himself at us hitting Alvin hard in the chest.
" Haha sorry Dad," he chuckles looking up at Alvin's drenched face, I hide a smile behind my paw and reach over tugging on his dark orange sleeve.
"Alex, come here," I urge, he immediately crawls over and into my lap curling up he rests his head over my Mark, Alvin wipes at his eyes grumbling about not wanting to take a shower.
"You're such a kid," I joke laying back on the porch swing I hold our son against me running my fingers through his long dark auburn fur, Alex sighs heavily and relaxes in my arms.
"Yeah well I'm not going to grow up that fast, you," Alvin points a finger at Alex making his eyes widen, "Wrestling in half a hour got that mister?" he orders poking him softly in his pink nose.
A wide grin spreads across his face and he nods happily, "Don't go easy on me Dad ok?" he asks hopefully, Alvin meets my gaze questionably.
Should I?
"Don't hurt him," I growl protectively as I bring Alex closer, "Mmmmommmmm, Dad won't hurt me, please I'm tired of him letting me win," he whines.
"Hey! How'd you know I let you win!" Alvin gripes, Alex sits up on my stomach and sticks his tongue out at him, "Uncle Simon told me," he gloats.
"SIMON! You traitor! I beat it was you who told him Santa wasn't real too huh?" Alvin asks standing up his russet fur still dripping with lemonade, Simon fixes his glasses on his nose and shakes his head.
"That would be Dave's fault," he explains, Alvin sighs and shakes out his fur sending a small rain of lemonade over Alex and I, "I'm taking a shower," he informs us as he kisses my forehead then tries to kiss Alex's.
"Ew no Dad!" he cries laughing as Alvin tries to plant one on his forehead, "NO!" he laughs as Alvin finally manages to land one on his temple.
"Alright kiddo why don't you go warm up, Britt?" I nod and sit up, Alex jumps down onto the porch grabbing my paw he drags me off the swing.
"It's on, remember? I'm not going to let you win," Alvin warns as he jumps through the dog door, "I'm going inside, I don't feel like being used as a practice dummy," Simon sighs smiling in our direction as he passes us.
"All right, go flirt it up with Jean," I tease watching as he stammered and blushed like a idiot before going inside, Alex laughs and looks up at me his two different eyes glowing warmly.
"Hey Mom?" my ears twitch and I raise a eyebrow at his tone, "What?" I ask curiously.
"Um you and Dad are Mates right?" I nod simply not sure at what he was getting at, "You love him?" I nod again.
"What does love feel like?" he asks softly, I smile and shrug my shoulders, "I don't really know, all I know is that I can't live without your Dad and I can't live without you or your Aunts and Uncles or your Grandpa or your Grandma and the rest of the pack, I love them all," I explain as we come to a stop in the middle of the vast clearing.
"Your heart's that big?" he squeaks in shock as we step away from each other a good distance, I smile and nod, "Guess so," I answer.
Alex purses his lips in thought, "I love them all too, does that mean my heart's as big as yours?" he asks as we both fall into comfortable crouches.
"Yup, ok stop stalling," I laugh watching his thoughtful expression turn to stubborn and annoyed, "Was not stalling," he grumbles faintly under his breath as he lunges forward kicking at my stomach.
I jump back easily dodging his attack before throwing a fist towards his arm aiming for the pressure point there, his paw comes down swatting mine away easily before he twists his torso throwing all his weight into a round house kick which I easily dodge.
"You're faster then Dad!" he cries startled as I knock him lightly to the ground placing a paw over his heart, "I'm smaller and I don't have all the muscle weighing me down, that's the advantage when facing a larger opponent like Dad," I remind him pulling him to his hind paws.
He nods vigorously obviously eager to learn unlike someone I know, "Ok," he breathes pressing a paw against his forehead, fear ripples through my chest and I immediately peel his paw away and press my forehead against his.
"I'm not sick just hungry," Alex complains trying to push me away, I sigh and step back brushing his bangs out of his stunning eyes.
"Force of habit," I mumble smiling softly down at him as I brush his fur with my fingers, "I'm not a baby any more Mom, I'm not sick any more either," he reminds me frowning stubbornly up at me.
"I know, I know, come on, I beat Uncle Theo and Aunt Ellie have some lunch ready," I chirp winking at him, "Oh I hope its hamburgers!" he cries as he immediately turns and bolts inside chanting hamburgers the whole way eagerly.
The fake smile on my face falls and I wrap my arms around myself suppressing a small sob, I don't want to loss him, I can't, he's a part of me and Alvin, if what Randi said does come true there's a huge possibility that none of us will make it to see the day when the wolf inside him awakens to kill the beast devouring the city.
Alvin would live on without us to help him, but we're all just expandable pieces in this game.
What'd ya think? I know that Alvin and Alex act more like brothers then father and son but that was my intention, after all Alvin and the others are only eighteen and we all know Alvin isn't the most mature one in the group.
Alex is technically three years old but in chipmunk years I'd say he's around nine or ten, plus he's smart cause Simon and Jeanette teach him about math and other stuff while Alvin and Brittany help to train him and keep him acting like a kid.
R&R!
Wolf out!