You're Guardian Angel
Chapter 1 An Angel, The Angel of Death and Fire
DisclaimerI do not the X-Men Series, if I did, the characters that I do own, (Lauren, Kendra and a few others) would be in the comics.lol I love wings, and the character Angel. So yeah, let me know that you think please... If you dont like Girl/ Girl do not read!!!!!
As Lauren Bailey came walking up to the Estate her heart began pounding loudly. She walked up the path towards the main entrance and lifted her head to take in the full view of the place.
It was marvelous.
It was a great mansion surrounded by a beautiful garden. In the distance she could hear a screech owl. She looked around, but couldn't see anyone; she suspected that nobody was awake at the hour of 11:00. As she closed in on the huge oak doors, her heart began to race and skipped at least 3 beats in a second.
She raised a shaky hand and rapped on the door three times, praying for an answer.
It was about ten long seconds, but for once her prayer was answered, as a beautiful woman with white hair, and grey streaks, probably in her mid to late twenty's and dark skin answered the massive door in her bathrobe.
It wasn't hard to tell that Lauren had purposely hunted out the Xavier institute, with her duffel bag over one shoulder and her ragged looking Evanescence hoodie on her lithe form. A smile erupted over the older woman's face.
"I was told by a," Her voice quivered, it was nearly too was much to take for the young runaway. "Friend, that I could come here, if I ever needed help with my…condition."
Clearing her throat, she responded. "Yes, well you've come to the right place. Let's get you out of the cold, and into a room." She said as she opened the door wider to let the young lady in.
Closing the door behind her, she led her up the stairs. On the second floor was there was a corridor separating the girls and boys dorms which held the stairs leading to the adult level. There were some teachers who stayed in the dorms to watch the children but most of them were on the third floor.
"So what's your name?" She asked respectfully.
"It's Lauren. Lauren Bailey." She said quietly. "But some call me Laura."
"I like that. You can call me Strom or Ororo." She lead her to a room, Lauren laid her coat on the dresser top. The small living space was really quite roomy, but it had begun to collect dust around the room and cobwebs in the corners, clearly showing that it had been abandoned months ago.
The bed was made of a solid wood frame, with a spongy mattress and thin sheets. Other than that, the room had little furniture, only a heavily built stool at a desk and a dresser.
"Well you might want to get some sleep, and well talk in the mourning. By the way, there should be a baggy tee shirt that Warren left in one of the drawers. Good night, Lauren." She closed the door, as Lauren started to unpack her belongings; witch wasn't much, just a few pairs of clothes, her hair brush, tooth brush and paste that was concealed within a plastic baggy in the pocket of the hoody that she had set on the dresser. She then began getting ready for sleep.
The next mourning, Lauren woke up early, and not really sure what she should be doing, she went into the hallway to learn more about the place. The house was as beautiful inside as outside. Dark wood and pricey decorations. When she turned a corner she nearly bumped into another girl that was standing there.
"I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Lauren said, as she took notice of the person.
"It's okay. Hey I thought I was the only one up at this hour?" The girl joked.
"Sorry, I just got here last night." Lauren replied.
"Oh, well, in that case, I'm Kendra." Lauren took notice of how beautiful she was. Her golden blond hair fell a little past her shoulders. She had red, plaid night pants on, that looked like they fit comfortably lose, and her hands were tucked into her brown domo hoodie.
"I'm Lauren." She stated before complimenting the hoodie.
"Thanks. Do you want to grab some breakfast?" Kendra offered.
She followed her inside to what appeared to be the kitchen. There she pulled up a chair and Lauren sat while Kendra began rummaging through the pantry.
The young woman in the chair had an air of kindness about her, and for once Kendra felt like she could trust someone.
She pulled out a box of freshly bought PopTarts, and skillfully opened the pastry container.
"Do you like it toasted or cold?" She asked, setting two saucers on the counter, and a pastry package on each.
"Cooked." Lauren replied, as she eyed the other girl opening the package.
"I hope you don't mind me touching it, it's the only way I can get them perfect."
Confused but not minding, Lauren shrugged. Kendra didn't say anything, just removed the wrapper and held the two in one hand the two in the other and closed her eyes. Just when Lauren was about to ask if she was okay, the hands the held there breakfast ignited into a blue flame, with a green base, and engulfed the PopTarts for about a second, then they seemed to absorb back into Kendra's hands, but it was enough to make her stare unconsciously.
She gently set the two onto the plate and threw away the plastic wrapping as if it were nothing. "Here you are. Be careful, it's really hot."
Too stunned to take a bite, Lauren just stared at her. She hadn't met many mutants, and the ones she had met were complete asses. So naturally, she was a little shocked.
"What?" Kendra asked finally realizing how long Lauren had been staring.
"Nothing, it's just, I've never been around another mutant before, well at least not one that was nice to me." Lauren said astounded.
Kendra laughed, as she finished her bite before she simply asked. "What's you mutation?"
Lauren blushed, as she sat in the seat and whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "I um, I have wings."
Kendra choked on her third bite, and began coughing as if she had emphysema. Then with her eyes wide, she gasped. "You're kidding!"
"Uh, no, I've had jet black wings, with red blended into them since I hit puberty." Lauren blushed again, and suddenly became very preoccupied with the Gannet counter nobody knew of them, mainly because her family was ashamed of her powers.
"Let me see." Kendra said after she began to get her coughing fit under control.
Hesitantly, Lauren stood, and then with her back towards Kendra. She was taking a huge risk by letting her see them. Nobody outside of her family ever saw them, because her family was hugely ashamed of them. But that didn't stop her from spreading her thirteen foot wingspan from tip to tip. She had cut slits I the Resident Evil shirt that the guy Warren had left in the drawer, so that she could sleep comfortably with her wings spread out on the bed.
Behind her Kendra gawked. Lauren looked exactly like the Angel of Death. Her secondary feathers blended perfectly with her primaries, ultimately giving her the look of blood dripping through the soft feathers. Then to top it all off, her blood red hair swooped down in front of her eyes, with black streaks running all through her hair. Her wings were nothing like Angels; in fact while Warren looked like an Angel, she looked like a Fallen Angel.
Lauren flexed her shoulder mussels, before she allowed the tense muscles to relax. To demonstrate there power, she tilted the wings this way and that. The very tips of her primaries bending ever so slightly before her securely tucked them behind her back once again. When she turned, she nearly bust up in laughter when she saw Kendra's dropped jaw.
"Wow! I thought only Warren had that mutation!" She said, finally realized that she had been staring.
"But now there seems to be two of us with wings." A third voice sounded from behind the two girls. Startled, Lauren jumped and rounded on the person.
He was tall, lean but well muscled. His golden hair, was Short, and spiked. The color seemed to become darker towards the top. He wore nothing but a pair of slightly worn baby blue jeans. His bare chest and abs were well chiseled and defined. But what was most breath taking were the huge, gleaming white wings that were connected to his back, exactly like hers was.
"Morning Angel." Kendra Greeted.
"You too, Kend." He said to the greeting, but his gaze was still glued to Lauren.
He removed his body from the wall in witch he was leaning against, and advanced on her. Suddenly, Lauren felt the tee shirt and shorts starting to take an effect on her.
"My name is Warren Kenneth Worthington III." He stuck out his hand, chuckling and she took it, her hand shaking slightly. "But most here just call me Angel."
"Lauren Ann Bailey, but some call me Laura." Lauren had never met another mutant with the same ability as her, and was very shocked to see that in fact his wings were real.
He chuckled again, his voice soft, and smooth. "I see you made good use of my old tee."
Lauren smiled. "Ah, there's still another one in the drawer."
"Listen, I was getting ready to go for a fly, and seeing as how you have wings as well, I was wondering if you'd like to join me."
"Sure." Was the reply she gave, before she realized how stupid that had been; the truth was, while, yes, she had wings, she didn't know how to fly.
"Ok, I'll meet you out side in a few?" He turned, and walked out the beautiful windowed door.
"Thanks for the breakfast, but um, there is something I need to discuss with, Warren was it? Is it okay if I catch you later?" Lauren asked, now realizing that she had blown off her new friend.
"Hey, flyboy's a good friend of mine, so you two go have fun." Kendra laughed.
Lauren ran so fast to her dorm that she was almost flying without using her wings.
Once there, she quickly threw on a white tank top, that said "Evanescence" going up her right side and a pair of old faded, baby blue jean, and her DC's.
She had always preferred to where a tank, it allowed for easier access to her wings. But for what reason you may ask? Just for the simple reason that she hated to pin them against her body, even though it was never too uncomfortable.
She reached the door with minimal time to spare. Warren looked exactly like the Angel that he was called. He had his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, his wings hung loosely, and the soft feathers were rustling in the tender wind. It was almost as if he sensed her presence before she announced it, as he turned to meet her.
"Wow that was quick. Are you ready to go?"
"Um Warren, there's something you should know." Lauren began quietly. Warren stood there patiently. Lauren continued, somehow knowing that Warren didn't have anything to say. "I, um, never learned to fly."
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