Roses Are Red

Who The Hell Is This?

Atlantic Ocean...
Four days later...

Athan walked briskly down the hallway of the Madre De La Belleza. (Mother Of Beauty)

He tripped and grabbed out to the wall, the boat had tilted dangerously to the side. He glared up at the ceiling seeing the lights hanging over head sway side to side. Athan covered his mouth and closed his eyes swallowing.

It wasn't a secret that he hated boats and really anything to do with water.

When the boat righted itself and only tilted slightly side to side he began walking again. He quickened his pace to get to his quarters.

Once there he closed the door behind him and sat down on the small bed putting his head in his hands. Athan tried to not vomit on his boots which were drenched with water. He had come from the deck of the La Belleza. It was a storm overhead, men were in bright yellow jackets and screaming over the thunder to get ropes and blah blah....

Athan is not very familiar with seaman talk. All he knows is that he couldn't stay up there or he'd faint, he wasn't much help either way. He shook his head which made clear liquid fly from his brown locks.

The boat tilted again almost making him fly off the mattress.

Athan: "Pourquoi... pourquoi ? !"(Why...just why?!)

He grabbed for the lamp with lightening speed before it crashed onto the floor. Once again La Belleza righted herself letting him deposite the light back on the nightstand.

He pulled the black cloak like jacket from his shoulders and it fell to the ground with a squelch.

His brother had said by the time they make it to America it will be nightfall again. The reason they couldn't get a plane was because their father knew of someone who worked at the destination. So they had a 'ride' to the country.

Daniel was his older brother, only by a decade. He was also in his own quarters.

Athan groaned sadly laying back to stare at the stained ceiling. He hadn't really wanted to come in the first place. His father forced him to go with Daniel. They came from france, but his father, Delano's friend was from Mexico but gravitated back and forth to America depending on shipments.

There was a loud clap of thunder that shook the walls and La Belleza's frame.

If we even make it...

It was a business trip that his brother was going to take care of for the first time. His father said this would be a learning experience for Athan. They had already visited China into Africa and now across this damned ocean.

He really could care less except...the werewolves who live freely in the country. Back in France, Lycans are slowly being excepted into society but way behind compared to America, Canada and Mexico.

Delano strictly prohibited them from coming across paths with any lead...'Packs' that were still around. Most were independent compared to centuries before...in which his father lived. He was stuck in the past. Athan's brother although was similar to their father and was growing more like him every decade.

Athan likes the here and now...

He swallowed the bile in his throat when the boat lurched awkwardly.

He didn't like this here and now at the moment.

Once they come to the Americas, they have an old home to stay and after two years they will come back unless they would like to stay longer. Right now, Athan would do anything than be on this damn ship.