Hi!
I'm already writing the eleventh chapter in Hungarian, and today I could finish the translation of the second chapter! Unfortunately I couldn't do this earlier, because I wasn't at home for several days, and where I was, I couldn't take my dictionary with me, and in default of an internet connection, I couldn't use the google translator. But I'm here, and I hope, that you like this chapter.
Good reading!
Ps.: I forgot to mention in the first chapter, that this story takes place in nowadays, and not in the 1960's.
Chapter two
"You're crazy."
Erik stared stunned at the enormous gate, and far behind it at the towering building. They parked besides the high concrete fence, while the row of the guests's cars continuously drove past them. Now they were there at least for ten minutes, but he still wasn't able to recover consciousness his senses.
"The Xavier house?" Erik turned with disbelief then to Azazel, but he just grinned.
"Come in, Erik! Be a little cooler!" clapped his friend on back the red teleporter. The man's eyes sparkled excitedly, as he watched the huge castle in the middle of the park. "A little excitement never hurts."
"Azazel, if we go in there, they tear us into shreds!" snapped Erik impatiently, and gazed with piercing eyes at the red skinned man. "Maybe you can teleport anywhere, and that's also no matter, that Janos's hurricane is perilous, or I lift a whole submarine! If they find out, that a Lehnsherr is in their house, the hell can break out!
"I think there is a kinda little cha—"
"Do you know, Xavier's son what kind of ability has?" Erik cut in Azazel, and that his words get more importance, he leaned forward with flashing eyes. "Telepath! If once comes into his mind to touch the guests's mind, we immediately caught!
He was nervous more and more, although they were nothing to touch the wide open iron gate. All this is why? Because of a centuries old conflict, which raged between the Lehnsherr, and the Xavier family.
No one has ever remembered how it all started. Several versions circulated between the family members, and the inhabitants – even the totally strangers were fully aware of that the Lehnsherrs, and the Xaviers how hate each other. One of these claimed, that Xavier kidnapped Lehnsherr's bride, and because of this broke out the quarrel, which lasted to the present day, the other, that because of a quarrel, Lehnsherr's son challenge son of Xavier to a duel, who lost his life, but there were some people, who put the Xavier estate forward as reason. Erik was inclined to think, that neither of them can corresponds to the facts, but because he didn't find any documents, he couldn't make sure of the contrary either. So the description of further fights remained, which also published later in the newspapers, and which followed each other quite often. The police almost opened a new section for the two dynasties, so in any case there will be enough people.
In the last month, nothing happened, but Erik was afraid, that this can be broken off. Three of them go into the Xaviers's headquarters, it was the perfect suicide, and furthermore it stank from scandal smell. They had a great chance to their luck runs out, what he wanted to avoid in any case. He despised the family partly, on the other hand he didn't want to fight with them – in fact he preferred the more peaceful solutions. Maybe he was the only in his family, and among his friends, who kept himself out from the tiffs, and he rather watched the incidents from the background. Now they supposed to do it too…
"Azazel…" began Erik carefully, maybe he can possess his friend, but the red skinned man shook his head.
"Erik, just once in your life be a little bolder" Azazel asked softly, and his face broke into an encouraging smile. "I didn't plan so, that we just walk in. Just open the glove compartment."
Erik raised his brow curiously, but then he didn't ask anything after all, but that he reached out his hand, and opened the glove compartment. As he looked in, he at once noticed three masks, and for this, he automatically burst out laughing.
"I didn't know, that today is Halloween," he muttered to himself shaking his head, and took into his hands the masks to examine them more closely. "I didn't prepare for masquerade ball."
"There is a masquerade party inside," Azazel nodded with a grin, while he took away the huge mask from the top, which he fixed over his face immediately. "Like this no one can recognize us," he explained, and when Erik opened his mouth to say something, he quickly continued "and before you mention again the precious Xavier kid's talent, if you concentrate properly to not think yourself, he doesn't discover, that a Lehnsherr has fun within the walls." The other man was still uncertain; therefore he used all his persuasive power. "Come on, Erik, say yes! You won't regret it!"
"But I think I will regret it," murmured helplessly Erik, then he tossed back to Janos the one of the mask with a light wrist move, while he tied over his head the third one, but before he would get out from the Mercedes, he looked back at his waiting red skinned friend behind the wheel. "If there's just one person, who starts to feel suspicious about us, you will immediately bring out us here, agreed?"
"It's of course."
Azazel even grinned then, when they arrived to the entrance door. His red skin was almost completely covered by his brown leather jacket, and black pants – from the latter beneath just his spiny-tipped tail was visible – and, his face was covered by a mask. Hence his strange surface even so makes him conspicuous, but fortunately mutants still lived in New York.
"Good evening, gentlemen," greeted them with a bow the butler at the door, and then politely waved inside whit his hand. "Mr. and Mrs. Xavier waited for the greetings in the great hall. Have a good time."
"Thank you," Azazel was courteous from him with his most kind voice, and after he grabbed his friend arm to pull him into the hall, he said to the two men. "Let's go to the ballroom. I want to drink."
"You always want to drink," threw Erik at his red friend, and then he shook his head.
This whole idea of the party kept so much danger, but Erik still decided, that he took his friend advice, and finally he try be a little braver once in his life. Azazel on his left and Janos on his right he started to walk to the huge hall, where the pairs already danced, while he watched the quests's crowd behind the useful covering of his mask. Deeply in himself he hoped, that he might meet somebody, and then the risking of his life was no longer for nothing.
After a while Janos walked away from them – if they saw well, then his look clung to a girl in a miniskirt as he goes along –, and shortly afterwards Azazel also excused himself. Erik didn't mind at all, that he's alone. He took a glass of champagne from a waiter, and then went around the dancefloor. His look jumped back and forth on the way, looking for the one, whom he can ask to dance, but every time, when his eyes were fixed on a woman, he hesitated as is his custom, so because of this he rather stopped next to a double door, and he propped himself against the wall.
In the farther part of the hall an orchestra played with roughly ten members, but sometimes they stopped, that the DJ next to them on a podium can get a job. At such time the lamps was switch off, and only the decorative gleaming light from the corners lit the pairs.
Before such a darkening he thought, that he walks out for a short time onto the back balcony to take fresh air, but he didn't even reached the middle of the hall, when the orchestra stopped, the lights went out, and a sentimental song started from the speaker. Due to the sudden darkness – at that moment just a red beam commuted from the one of the wall to the other – he had to come to a sudden stop, but he hardly wanted to walk off, a body unexpectedly bumped against him, and stopped him.
"I'm sorry," he murmured immediately, and while his heart started to pound hideously, he made a pass at the stranger, since she lost her balance because of the collision.
Unfamiliar feeling swept over his body, as his hands held the woman – it was yet his luck that he put down his empty glass somewhere –, and as he felt her cautious touch on his waist. Such has never happened to him. His breathing became uneasy, although the room started to spin around him. Well, this is what was called desire? – Erik asked himself, while he was afraid, that those around them can hear his loud heartbeat. A minute earlier he still wanted to be outside, but at that moment he just wanted to embrace the unknown woman's body.
"May I have the pleasure of this dance?"
His voice sounded hoarse, however he tried to talk more naturally, but he was totally overcome by the excitement. He didn't even wait to the woman's respond, with a firm, yet gentle move he pulled her into his arms.
She was at least a head smaller, therefore his chin touched her silky hair, her body was slender though her waist wasn't such slim, yet it was perfect to hug her. Erik sighed quietly, and although the lamps weren't lit, he closed his eyes. He wanted to stay forever like this, slowly dance with the woman, who quite suddenly woke up the desire in his body. His manhood ached in the frightening way, and some unknown power pulled him to the other's face. He trembled in every limb to kiss her. After a while, when they embraced each other for minutes, he couldn't stand it any longer. He touched gentle under her chin to lift her head up, and then he slowly leaned onto her mouth. As he touched the soft lips, a hot wave flashed across on his spine, and this just became more intense, when the woman parted her lips with a sigh. Their kiss deepened immediately, their tongues met, end Erik wanted more. He felt, that two arms fits around his waist, from what he hold even more so the small body with his left arm, then he smoothed his right from her face to her chin.
"What's your name?" whispered Erik huskily, as they had to separate from each other because of the lack of air, but he couldn't wait for the answer, he pressed again his lips to the sweet mouth.
The music stopped slowly, therefore if yet reluctantly, but he raised his head, however he didn't let go her waist. He didn't want to her disappears from him – he wanted to see who she is, he wanted to find out everything about her. In the following minute the lamps was switch back, by the time he looked down with a smile to then he jumps back huskily shouting, as whom was burned – a man stood in front of him.
So please, tell me, what you think. If I made any mistake, I want to know. And thanks for the reading!
Yenna