How a Dimitrescu Heart Beats
Chapter 3:
Opportunities
Le Havre
German Occupied France
Early September 1940
The waves of the English channel crashed along the French shore, as a boat carrying a group of six men disembarked, carrying rifles, backpacks, and their life preservers. Once coming off the boat, another wave crashed before the soldiers could reach the beach, causing two to slip and fall into the sparkling water, making their other comrades stop to retrieve and check on the men.
Across this display of camaraderie, a man starred with deep blue daggers, face turning red, teeth gritting, as the grey uniformed light brown haired man approached feeling outraged, began to loudly shout at the troops,
"You pathetic worthless dogs! You dare call yourself an army! The Fuhrer would be laughing his face off at you undisciplined fucking idiots. We have been doing these damned drills for weeks now, and you can't even get your asses into position."
Victor Raddu was not someone these men knew would take kindly to mistakes. Although they were all but exhausted, they knew their company commander demanded nothing but perfection and professionalism all the way.
He became disillusioned by the lack of opportunities from what his home country in Romania offered, and could not see himself as a petty farmer in some village. Victor wrote to his Aunt Ludmilla in Germany, and after arriving at home took things in a completely different stride. He adored the nation's move to National Socialist way of thinking, acting, and performing the bold actions he could connect with towards the Third Reich's racial policy subhumans and other non Germaniacs, something he could connect to with his anger around his personal feelings suffered from an unfortunately day as a younger boy. At 16 years old, Victor attended school and did his job, but with such a short fuse had lack of interest in many subjects, and always found himself causing fights with both other students and teachers alike. Ludmilla Stahler had constantly came to see the school's headmaster; it seemed twice a week to hear the headmaster's report on his violent behaviour.
One incident involved Victor nearly beating down an older boy so severely in his class, after he teased the young Raddu about being called a "farm boy." Although the memory triggered Victor momentarily to thoughts of pleasantness towards his older siblings Anton and Lucille and missing them, it also triggered high volatile rage, and the incident upon completion sent the older boy teasing, to hospital for at least two months.
Just barely making it through the pleas of Aunt Ludmilla to the headmaster, it was decided Victor would be allowed to stay in the school. But he soon became disillusioned with it, and found a better calling for him going into the Nazi Hitler Youth.
It was at this point, it became the true moment in his life of belonging he felt. Victor was a perfectionist, and the other boys shared that quality to become something more and more, to win the eyes of their beloved Fuhrer towards following his vision of a purified and perfected Germany. They attended meetings, marches, and small rallies. The highlight of the young Raddu's life came when his group had the ability to attend Hitler's speech in Nuremberg in 1938. Victor was mesmerized by the words spoken of the dictator's visions and dreams for the nation to embrace, something Victor could see himself being a part of. He became an astute scholar in the Nazi ways. Victor would do anything to protect the Reich's way of living and would have nobody dare speak against such a brilliant leader.
It was one night that was put to the test. Aunt Ludmilla had guests over at her house to entertain during a dinner, which had gone really well. Towards the end of the night two of her guests, close friends of Ludmilla, had requested to talk to her in a private room. Quietly the young couple spoke to the Aunt about Hitler being a maniac, bringing Germany into a war and destroying the nation. Unbeknownst to them, in the shadows Victor Raddu was listening very closely. The next day, Victor reported the actions to the secret police, the Gestapo. Who were quick to arrest the young couple, who were sent to Dachau, a concentration camp never to be seen again.
The light haired boy, had told his Aunt Ludmilla what he had done, in which she was horrified and ordered Victor leave her home at once. But the young Raddu would have none of it and threatened her that she would be reported if she didn't take back her decision, since she failed to report the couple at the first moment rather than leave it to Victor to do so. Resigned with defeat, Ludmilla let Victor stay, continuing to live in fear.
Relief came from Aunt Ludmilla's fear, when Germany went to war in 1939 invading Poland, and Victor left her home, and enlisted in the German army, the Wehrmacht. But he completed his basic training too late to join the campaign, angering the young man, but abided his time to wait. The moment came when Germany invaded the west in the spring of 1940.
The man became absolutely thrilled and exhilarated participating in combat with his assigned unit. His ability in professionalism, perfection, and even fanaticism took on a new approach, which began to be admired by his comrades and superiors. Victor was also a cunning and ruthless tactician, and showed little regard towards his enemies, simply acting like a machine bringing death and destruction. His lack of care towards others, saw the unit ascertain higher casualties than most units when he would continuously launch himself into attack mode at any given moment, it was like Hitler was in his head ordering Victor to push himself beyond human capability.
Twice decorated with the Infantry Assault Badge for his ruthless attack on two French machine gun nests at Sedan in France, and an Iron Cross 2nd class at Dunkirk for the destruction of two British armored cars, after mowing down a large number of his men and nearly killing the company commander. He was wounded twice, one in the right hand, and the other in the shoulder but Victor seemed to not wince in the pain at all, and demanded the medical team to release him back to his unit.
Still Victor didn't care much for the medals or promotions, he felt very angered that the army squandered a chance to defeat the remaining British army and French army and let them escape from that port. And became very disillusioned with not just his unit, but the army as a whole. He felt and knew he was destined for larger things, and here on this bright sunny day in early September 1940 while around his troops that were soaked and tired, came deep angered thoughts…
Will those fucking idiots in Berlin hurry up and make decision….I am so tired of babysitting this band of clowns, running around in this shit of an army….I am much better than these group of fucking babies…..I hope to get the hell out of here soon….
As if Hitler himself heard the youngest Raddu, now a Lieutenant in the army. A sentry was fast approaching the man, coming to a stop and saluting.
"Excuse the interruption herr Leutnant. Herr Hauptmann Menshel would like a word with you in the command tent."
Victor faced the sentry, nodded and waved the man away before calling the unit sergeant over, who was just about to work with the squad putting the boat back into the water to restart the landing drill. Quickly responding to his commander's beckoning and saluting, Victor glared with his deep blue eyes at the soldier and spoke very firmly, "Feldwebel Gruber, these men are in your charge. I have to speak to Hauptmann Menshel about some matters. I want these men drilled and drilled and drilled until their fucking insides pop out. Either this gets done and perfected, or I'll have the whole group shot, am I CLEAR?"
The frightened man could only freeze, wide eyed, but respond in a nervous tone. "Crystal clear herr Leutnant!" before speeding back to the boat of tired men, fixated on perfecting his commander's instructions. The youngest Raddu could only shake his head before leaving the beach towards his commanding officer's tent.
After a short walk from the beach across the street, was set up a fair sized tent holding the company commander, Captain Ludwig Menshel, a tall, middle aged, red haired man. Ludwig was a career army officer, who was known to be very caring and compassionate towards others, but also quite cautious and displayed dismay at the new tactic the army utilized, Blitzkrieg or lightning war. He didn't feel anyone should be rushed or hastened to win battles, but to study and figure out ways to defeat enemy armies, in a slow, careful manner. This was why Victor Raddu had shared such disgust over the army, people like his superior who showed lack of backbone towards the boldness the army needs to show. Captain Menshel was also a man who did share his feelings on the inhuman methods that the high command seemed to issue orders to treat others, mainly civilians only a week before, when the unit was stationed near the coast, the captain was discussing such matters privately with two other company officers.
It wasn't a wise decision, Victor had just overheard that private discussion but didn't report it, kept it to himself, planning to use it to his advantage.
Entering the command tent, Victor was watching both Captain Menshel, and a short young blonde haired man sitting beside the Captain's desk at a small desk with a large radio, writing some sort of instructions. Snapping to attention, Victor gave a quick salute and spoke up..
"You wish to speak with me herr Hauptmann"
Captain Menshel who was looking prior while reading some papers, stood up from his desk, and returned a salute before looking at his radio man and speaking in a soft tone..
"Gefreiter, can you please step out and give me and the Leutnant a moment."
The soldier stood up quickly, saluted and responded, "Yes Herr Hauptmann" and walked out.
With both Victor and the captain alone in the tent, Captain Menshel looked at the youngest Raddu curiously before speaking, "How are the men doing Victor?" The man responded quickly, no hesitation or sympathy in his voice, "They need to practice more, I don't know how the hell they plan on defeating England when they can't master a simple landing boat drill herr Hauptmann."
Captain Menshel looked at Victor's hardened angered expression with sadness, "Victor they must be tired by now, perhaps think about giving them a break for once, the other units aren't even as tight as you take this, and they have perfected the drills because they gave the men time to rest and recuperate."
Victor did not take that gesture of sympathy towards the men very well, glared daggers with his deep blue eyes at his superior officer, "Rest and recuperate, we did that all but two months ago and let the English escape with their people with some French at Dunkirk, and lost the battle. Had we gone on as we should have, we wouldn't be practicing these damned sea landing drills, but drinking our asses off back home in Germany, having brought full victory for the Fuhrer, after England would have surrendered!"
Ludwig could only shake his head slowly, his tone still neutral, "It was the Fuhrer's orders to stop the advance, not mine or the high commands." Victor unconvinced quickly responded with an annoyed tone, "Fortune favours the bold, herr Hauptmann. Had we shown the Fuhrer more balls than brass, I doubt he would have been convinced the army should be stopped but keep going until our enemy is defeated completely."
Captain Menshel could only lower his shoulders and give a defeated sigh, "This war will be long, Goering's flyboys continue to fly bombing raids over there, but the order could come any day to ship out and for the invasion to commence. Despite the matter, I have news for you. The SS have accepted your transfer and admission into their school at Bad Tolz in Bavaria, do you really want to go there?"
Whilst the captain was utterly unimpressed, the youngest Raddu brothers couldn't help but be ecstatic, overflowing with joy in his eyes and heart that the moment had come after waiting, finally spoke up
"Yes herr Hauptmann, I have waited a long time for this moment."
Menshel could only stare horrified, his voice going softer and concerned, "You really want to join that group of people, they shouldn't even call themselves that, they are fanatics, brutal, a harsh group with little regard for treating people like humans, the school itself I'm told is the most strict in the nation, the training is rigorous and very demanding."
Victor clearly showed no sign of caring at his commanding officer's comments, "I have made my decision with all due respect to herr Hauptmann."
The captain gave a defeated sigh and his eyes narrowed towards his desk with maps and orders scurried across messily, before looking back at the youngest Raddu, "Seriously Victor, the army needs you here. We are planning a great campaign to defeat our last enemy and cannot have you running off seeking a sense of belonging with the SS of all people. Pull your damn self together, your men need you here."
The youngest Raddu brother grew impatient, and pulled out a cigarette which he lit, inhaling, and blowing a slow puff, before speaking in a mellow but clearly angered tone to Captain Menshel, "Oh but the Reich does need people like me herr Hauptmann, I do have of all things considered my future opportunities for above all my loyalty. You of all people should understand that loyalty is what our nation requires, regardless of what feelings we consider towards certain ends or matters, I'm sure you have heard how loose tongues around certain people can lead to such consequences."
Victor's superior officer now had eyes widened, horrified where the light brown haired man was going with this conversation, shouted back facing an emotionless Victor Raddu, "You bastard, I am your superior officer. How dare you speak to me like that, how dare you question my loyalty to the Fatherland."
A small chuckle with a wide grin came about the blue eyed man's face, inhaling his cigarette with a victorious look, puffed another amount of smoke having defeated the captain, and spoke with neutral tone, "I don't question your loyalty to the Fatherland, only to the Fuhrer. But I am willing to let this incident be forgotten, as long as someone continues to show that loyalty, and sign my transfer."
Captain Menshel at that point, to save his life and family, frowned and opened the transfer letter, signing it before handing it quickly to Victor Raddu.
Victor took the document, ashed his cigarette out on the grass stepping on it with his boot, and gave his commanding officer a nod before speaking, "Consider our discussion forgotten, herr Hauptmann. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a train to catch."
With that Victor left the command tent, grinning ear to ear having won the argument. The captain left behind still staring in shock rubbing his forehead.
Mere thoughts triggered at this golden opportunity facing the youngest Raddu brother, as he glanced to the sky, and momentarily thought of his older brother Anton back in Romania….
If only Anton could see me now, the way my life is becoming, the plans for vengeance who has ever done our family wrong, I hope you're doing well brother...I have a feeling we will see each other soon.
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10 Miles outside the Raddu Farm
Romania
Early September 1940
As the day grew later, sweat was starting to pour down the eldest brown haired man's brow. Anton Raddu was growing more nervous, as he was racing as fast as possible to reach the Merchant to acquire the desperately needed medicines for his sick Aunt Ester Raddu as well as pickup his sister Lucille, arriving by train in the nearby small town of Lasi. Anton's thoughts dwelled back his sick Aunt, she was a larger set, long haired woman, old fashioned in nearly everything from her incredible cooking to her methods to do day to day tasks. Very loving, kind and compassionate but also carried depression on her towards what she felt were monstrous beings that terrorized the villagers, and her husband Mihai's temper.
Despite everything, he feared the worst. The red coloured pickup truck, was an old French made Citroen 45, that his Uncle had for deliveries around the area for a couple years, was well looked after thanks to the mechanical ingenuity of both Anton and his Uncle Mihai, but if it was required to do something quickly and move fast, neither would push the vehicle to do that for fear or destroying the engine. The last truck was pushed to that extreme point and more, ended badly and Mihai had sent the vehicle to Karl Heisenberg's factory to be turned into his required scrap acquiring good payment out of it, and establishing good relations with the unusual but knowledgeable man.
Anton remembered that encounter well, that day before he left for Paris in 1937. He saw his Uncle take the family's first vehicle, a Berliet CBA to Heisenberg's factory. As they approached, a loud speaker spoke and welcomed them, and within moments, the very tall, but loud spoken Karl Heisenberg came out to retrieve the vehicle. Anton remembered looking back, once the trade in was done with the old family vehicle, for a good chunk of Lei, seeing the most unusual site he'd ever set his blue eyes upon. Here was the factory owner, one of the three other Lords, performing what almost seemed like a magic trick, Heisenberg merely looked at an astounded Anton Raddu, gave a smile, and picked the truck up like it was a feather and walked back into his massive scrap yard. Since that interesting day, Mihai had continued various trade ins with metal and other scrap around his farm with Karl Heisenberg, who became good friends, as well as helping Mihai acquire the latest vehicle.
As the minutes ticked, Anton redrew his focus as in the distance he could make the cart of the infamous Merchant, who looked like he was finishing with a customer near a small trading outpost. Anton brought the vehicle closer and came to an immediate stop up arrival, practically jumping out of the vehicle, almost forgetting to apply the brake and turn the engine off.
The eldest man quickly ran up to the Merchant, waving his hands and hollering, "Wait Mr.Duke Wait, please I need to speak to you."
The Merchant otherwise known as The Duke to many, was a very large rounded man, with short blonde hair, dark beady eyes, and wearing his typical blue vest, grey shirt that barely fit around his large form. He was the resource to go to for nearly everything from food, medicine, and other needed supplies in the area. The Duke was also a mysterious man with lengthy contacts and connections that ran very deep, many had no clue even the four Lords. But his extremely friendly demeanor made him an excellent business man who was easy to communicate with and make arrangements for some of the finest goods the country could offer.
The Large set man, upon serving his customer turned to Anton with a wide grin across his large face, giving Anton a small bow before speaking in a friendly, nasal sounding tone, "Well hello to the esteemed young Mr. Anton Raddu. What brings you so far this way to my shop?"
Anton could only give the Merchant a nod before speaking, "Mr. Duke, my Aunt has become quite ill, I'll need to acquire some medicine off you. I'm sorry sir, I don't have any money, but my uncle has brought a trade with a couple bags of cotton as payment."
The very large man gave a saddened expression, before lifting his even larger hand up and speaking, "Well Mr. Raddu, you have my most sincere condolences over the frail health of your dearest aunt. Please do not worry, your family has been such excellent customers of mine, I happily accept the trade, let me acquire what you seek, my good man."
With that the large man reached into a maroon coloured small box, and extracted two small vials of a yellowish coloured liquid, handing them to Anton.
Anton happily accepted the medicine vials, before bowing to the Duke speaking in a relieved tone, "Thank you so much Mr. Duke, I will go retrieve the cotton bags for you right now." With that the brown haired Raddu, hurriedly went to the back of the truck and began lifting the large bags, clearly struggling but maintained himself well with bringing them to the Duke's very large wagon.
The Duke continued to grin, watching the three times that Anton would quickly carry himself and saw an opportunity that would benefit both.
"Of course for this fair show of customer service to your family, I must ask for something in return Mr. Raddu." Anton stopped as he returned with the last bag of cotton placed at the Duke's overly sized feet before giving a curious blue eyed look.
Continuing, "I am afraid my services are required around much of this region, it is difficult to find help to ensure my deliveries are maintained with both good timing and accuracy. May I perhaps acquire your assistance in my duties Mr. Raddu?" As the duke gave a wide grin, while clutching his massive hands together.
Out of all the things that may have surprised the eldest Raddu sibling, this was one he didn't expect. The response came quickly in a questionable tone towards the large man. "You wish to offer me a job, sir? But you don't know much about me, and I'm afraid that my uncle needs me at the farm."
After a mere moment, the large merchant chuckled and spoke lowering his hand, "Ho ho ho, but my dear Mr. Raddu I do know much of your family, and I can ensure the pay is well and the benefits are much more than you may think."
Although a voice in the back of Anton's head said to refuse and leave, another thought crept up to his head that changed his mind...Bela.
If I help the Duke out with his deliveries, I can ensure my uncle and aunt are looked after well financially and supplied. And he delivers right across the region, including the village. Perhaps he does stop at Castle Dimitrescu. Perhaps I could use the opportunity to get to see more of that blonde beautiful girl, Bela.
Coming out of his thoughts, the eldest Raddu sibling looked with his blue eyes into the dark beady ones of the Duke and responded with such hope, "I would love to provide my assistance Mr. Duke, by the way do you deliver to the Dimitrescu's home?" To which the large man smiled, "But of course Mr. Raddu, I will be making a delivery and have meetings with the countess at the Dimitrescu home tomorrow at noon."
As if fireworks were sparked and went off in Anton Raddu's eyes, he could only shake the massive hands with his far smaller size compared to the Dukes. Finally speaking, "I'll be ready at my uncle's farm in the morning for work sir, I must leave now for Lasi, my sister is arriving by train from Bucharest, thank you again Mr. Duke."
With that the Merchant waved and grinned, saying finally, "Of course Mr. Raddu, we will see you tomorrow for what I believe will be an eventful day no doubt. Please give my love to your uncle and aunt."
With that, the large man watched as Anton raced back to his truck started it up, and drove out of sight.
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Lasi
Romania
Early September 1940
Waiting for over an hour, way past the time the 8:00 express arrived into the small town of Lasi. Stood, with tapping her left brown shoe impatiently, the middle sibling, Lucille Raddu.
Lucille Raddu, was just 23 years old, and a few inches shorter than her older brother Anton, had long dirty blonde hair made into a French braid, had a fairly slim build, with brown eyes. She was playful, humorous, and so full of life, which had thankfully happened ever since her traumatic experience the siblings had suffered when they were younger. Since they all lived with their father's brother Uncle Mihai and Aunt Ester after those days, Lucille began to open up from an extremely shy, practical mute girl to a full chatterbox, who practically got along with everyone she met. She could lose her temper from time to time, but for the most part was content, saw more to life with laughing than being angry.
Just outside the station, the middle sibling was now starting to feel anger rise, wearing a light blue summer dress, brown shoes, and her hair that shined in the moonlight in that French braid, she was so fond of muttering quietly to yourself, "Dammit Anton, where the hell are you?"
Her anger, felt a bit of relief as dirty blonde Raddu, watched as her uncle's pickup truck pulled up entering the darkened town, and speedily made its way to Lucille's position just outside the small station building.
Coming to a screeching halt, came out Lucille's brother Anton rushing up carrying a cheerful look and grin with arms open to embrace her sister. Lucille returned the playful grin, but soon transferred with her brown eyes into daggers. The girl was not pleased.
As the eldest Raddu came up to mere inches, Lucille smacked her brother on the side of the head lightly, but caused Anton to frown at her sister.
"What the hell was that for Lucille? So happy to see you too."
The middle sibling just gave an annoyed scoff and muttered in a neutral tone towards her brother, "What the fuck took you so long idiot? Do you have any idea what time it is? I've been standing here for over an hour, my feet are killing me and I'm starving."
After a moment, Anton decided to hit Lucille with her weak point, his playful smile. At that, his sister gave in to his whims and charms and gave a light hug. The man spoke up, "I had to pick up some medicine for Aunt Ester, sorry and this damned truck, I swear I'm gonna set it ablaze, too damn slow." As he entered the truck, while Lucille walked onto the passenger side, glaring shockingly back at her brother. Both siblings closed the vehicle doors, then Anton started it up as they pulled away from the station and began on the dirt road out of the town of Lasi in the direction of uncle's farm.
After a few minutes of silence, while driving Anton watched his sister open her purse, and shock the life out of him, pulling a pack of cigarettes out, taking one out and lighting one up. The man gave a glare with his deep blue eyes for a second wide eyed, before keeping them on the road. "Are you insane, do you know what uncle would do if he saw you take up that habit?"
The brown eyed girl who finished lighting, returned the light and packed into her purse, inhaled and blew a thin line of smoke, before answering, "I've been doing this for months now, of course I'll keep things about you I know that uncle doesn't, as long as you keep this secret closed." With that Anton's sister looked in his direction with a playful smirk, with her one hand holding a cigarette and the other curling and offering her small pinky finger towards her brother. Anton laughed lightly, and glanced in her direction before giving his sister his pinky finger, that touched lightly, and made their silent pledge.
Moment's later, Anton while watching the dirt road, pitch black only the headlights shining on it, spoke, "How was Bucharest today? Any luck with finding work?"
The dirty blonde girl could just continue to enjoy her cigarette, before her eyes looking out the passenger window, softly replying "Bucharest is...well it's there, nothing jobs wise, they all say I don't have experience. But I got to hang around with Vesna, through most of the day. We finished the day at some silly rally, before I had to run and catch the train. Her fiancé was there speaking."
Anton glared back at Lucille for a second before speaking up, "How is Vesna doing? Rally? Now what are these political morons yelling about?"
The sister could only look back with almost a sympathetic look before speaking, "Vesna is good, she seems so proud of her fiance. He's been an active member of the Iron Guard political faction for about a month now. She's so happy with him, but her man was shouting all sorts of obscenities and stupid words about how weak our country it becoming. Said we allowed the Russians to march in to our country and take what they want without a fight, and we need to join alongside Nazi Germany to claim our nation back and all we lost. I'm just so sick of hearing all this stupid bullshit. That's why I left and wanted to come home, outside of my feet and these shoes do not mix" as Lucille gave a small smile and began to rub her aching feet.
The eldest sibling couldn't help but frown at how the country was going lately. Right wing activists across large towns to the centre blaming Jews, communists like the Nazi regime for the country's lost territory from the Great War and giving up parts of the country to the Soviet Union under threat of war. Muttering quietly to himself…
Where will this all end?
Lucille's brother Anton could just chuckle at her last point, before piping up with wide eyes "Oh, I almost forgot, Victor wrote to us."
Snapping the dirty blonde Raddu out of her train of thought, her brown eyes look to pop out of her head as she snapped her attention to Anton's announcement.
"Oh my god, Victor wrote? How is he doing? He's staying with Aunt Ludmilla? Oh I do miss her and when she sends those amazing pastries" practically bouncing in her seat to know more about the youngest Raddu's letter.
Anton held no reservation in his voice, it became sombre as saddened by his younger brother's decision to go to war. "He seems to look good, from what I saw in his picture, his letter didn't mention much about Aunt Ludmilla, but how he says he is doing fine, he enlisted in the German army, and went to war, says he's stationed somewhere in France."
The middle sister's excitement died in a heartbeat, as her eyes became glossy and depressed, responded quietly, "Oh no, Victor in the German army? Why? He never looked like the kind with military aspirations, I know he carried a lot of anger since…" trailing off Anton interrupted in a mere whisper, "since that day, I know Lucille, I know."
Both siblings stayed quiet through most of the journey back to the Raddu farm, as they got closer, Anton could make out the distinguished silhouette of the tall castle towers belonging to Castle Dimitrescu. Grinning from ear to ear, the eldest Raddu's mind went into a moment of serene and happy thoughts…
Hope you're doing well Bela, have a good night, see you tomorrow.
While distracted, Anton failed to realize he wasn't controlling his uncle's truck well, and began to drift toward the edge of the road and into the ditch. Seeing this, Lucille Raddu quickly reached over and grabbed the wheel to put the truck back on the road, glaring brown eyed daggers at her brother, speaking in a frustrated tone.
"For fuck sakes Anton, pay attention to the road, I'd prefer not to die from your idiot driving, before I can enjoy Aunt Ester's cooking."
Anton snapped out of his thoughts, looking apologetically at his sister, chuckling to himself still smiling. His sister continued looking both confused, and visibly angry to the point she looked like she'd smack her older brother a good one. Instead of opting into Anton, Lucille asked, "Why are you in such a good mood?"
The brother glanced over at the dirty blonde girl, smiling once again, "I guess you can say, I'm looking forward to the opportunities coming about."
Lucille could just laugh lightly while giving her brother an eyebrow, before saying "Dammit step on it already slowpoke, we need to get home I'm tired, dirty, and hungry, I'll her all about your stupid ideas when we get home."
Anton nodded, as he finished turning into the farm and pulling up the house, slowly getting out and walking slowly towards the door. Not paying attention, the sister had already made a mad dash into the house. The blue eyed eldest Raddu, already knew his plans for the next day.
Authors Notes:
- I know I had planned this chapter to be a Bela/Anton encounter, but that one I decided to wait. I know for sure the next one will definitely be that one as we also close in on the Raddus reasons why the have such trauma from "that unfortunate day." This chapter I decided to take it up to introduce the rest of the Raddu siblings…
-Victor Raddu definitely looks like he could be a villain but he could find a change of heart later on, time will tell :)
-Lucille Raddu, she seems quite hyper, perky, and an interesting personality but it'll mellow down later on as well.
-I know it also looks weird for dates, I did a a jump from a month, but let's just say the first two chapters were a day at the end of August 1940 and I went into the third chapter being about the first day of September 1940. Don't wanna do exact dates it wouldn't work for me.
-Now the main emphasis of this story is generally aimed at a romance pairing with Bela and the OC character, but I've decided to stick to that as well as a bit of an AU in the game's characters. They do carry their personalities as well as their characteristics, but they will be quite less considerable evil and more family connected, being there for eachother, even Mother Miranda will be a little more tame. The whole four lord's family will be there for eachother as well as for Anton, as World War 2 rages inch by inch towards the village bringing with it much tragedy. I know it sounds weird, but that's the idea that I carried around, I knew this wasn't gonna be quite the cannon as others may type, but hey it's a fanfiction for a reason, let your imagination soar when you put your fingers to the keyboard.
Anyways, many thx for your comments, kudos and support, enjoy the chapter.