Hello. Okay, the prequel was the shooting and now the story continues but it's after the summer after 'Destiny'. I don't remember *I'm shamed* was Maria over Michael or not but in my story, she almost is and Michael wants Maria back (even thought doesn't know that yet). I'm sorry that the chapters are so short... :) Remember to review.
PART 1 - STRANGER IN TOWN
He stepped to his apartment and glanced around. The place was okay. Actually better than okay. It was indescribable. His protector had made a good job. All he had to do was to find his wife and get the hell away from here. He decided to go to the shower and then go to sleep. Warm water felt good against his sore muscles. He had registrated to school earlier and already noticed some of the girls. Couple of airheads who giggled when he walked by. No one was her. Their aura hadn't been clear blue, hadn't been one of it's kind. He didn't even bothered to look in their eyes.
Stepping out of the shower he wrapped a towel around himself and sighed deeply. Finding her wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He wiped some steam off the mirror and looked at his image. His hair was ravenblack and his eyes seemed even darker but his skin was very pale. His eyes were red from exhaustion but it was nothing that a good night sleep couldn't fix. He combed his hair to the back and again looked at his image. He knew why the girls giggled. He was HOT. That was why every girl in Chicago, where he was from, wanted to date him and every guy wanted to beat the shit out of him.
That didn't matter now. He was only interested to find his wife. He took his wallet and walked to the bedroom and sat on a queen size bed. Taking a picture out he laid to the bed and lifted the picture above his face. First he saw beautiful green eyes, then short blond hair, astonishing smile, a yellow dress with red roses and then, like a frosting on a cake, red sneakers with Kermit's picture on them. His wife, only five years old in that picture and already could steal any man's heart.
He put the picture back to his wallet and closed his eyes. His search would begin tomorrow. His protector said she would be here. Too bad that he didn't have time to tell him her name. Only gave him the picture, memories from the past life and a message. The words still echoed in his ears...
"Find your wife, Xerin, and protect and love her. Find your wife and take her back. Dara, please."
And then he died in his arms.
PART 1 - STRANGER IN TOWN
He stepped to his apartment and glanced around. The place was okay. Actually better than okay. It was indescribable. His protector had made a good job. All he had to do was to find his wife and get the hell away from here. He decided to go to the shower and then go to sleep. Warm water felt good against his sore muscles. He had registrated to school earlier and already noticed some of the girls. Couple of airheads who giggled when he walked by. No one was her. Their aura hadn't been clear blue, hadn't been one of it's kind. He didn't even bothered to look in their eyes.
Stepping out of the shower he wrapped a towel around himself and sighed deeply. Finding her wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He wiped some steam off the mirror and looked at his image. His hair was ravenblack and his eyes seemed even darker but his skin was very pale. His eyes were red from exhaustion but it was nothing that a good night sleep couldn't fix. He combed his hair to the back and again looked at his image. He knew why the girls giggled. He was HOT. That was why every girl in Chicago, where he was from, wanted to date him and every guy wanted to beat the shit out of him.
That didn't matter now. He was only interested to find his wife. He took his wallet and walked to the bedroom and sat on a queen size bed. Taking a picture out he laid to the bed and lifted the picture above his face. First he saw beautiful green eyes, then short blond hair, astonishing smile, a yellow dress with red roses and then, like a frosting on a cake, red sneakers with Kermit's picture on them. His wife, only five years old in that picture and already could steal any man's heart.
He put the picture back to his wallet and closed his eyes. His search would begin tomorrow. His protector said she would be here. Too bad that he didn't have time to tell him her name. Only gave him the picture, memories from the past life and a message. The words still echoed in his ears...
"Find your wife, Xerin, and protect and love her. Find your wife and take her back. Dara, please."
And then he died in his arms.