Title: Fallen Angel

Summary: Juliana Bevingnani was once a very normal girl, I say girl because she was still a young girl when her life had any sense of normalcy. Needless to say she changed, she grew, she hated and loved. One person in particular was Robert Drake. This is her story….

Pairings: Bobby/OC Pyro/RogueKitty/OC

Rating: T- for swearing, mentions of sexual situations, hints of prostitution/rape.

P.S. That's only for this chapter.

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Chicago, IL

Lakeside

Present Day(2001)

"Whoo! I'm fucking king of the world!" said a blond boy, with his shirt is his hand letting it blow in the breeze from the waves rolling in.

"Didn't you die in that one, dillhole?" Another blond boy laughed from to his right. This boy looked a bit younger than the former, he was sitting between two girls, one blond, the other brunette. They were sitting next to him, on him is more like it, in very suggestive positions. They giggled at his small joke.

The former blond turn to him, and staggered over to him. "Shut the hell up Dick!" he slurred. The guy, Dick-no I swear that is his name, and his bimbos laughed.

"Chill Marky! Fuck can't you take a joke?" He laughed and, who else but the scantily dressed girls at his sides, laughed with him.

Mark, was pretty wasted, so he just shrugged it off and walked back out closer to the water. In the midst of this little half drunken exchange, another young girl sat in the sand and rolled her eyes at them. She shook her head at their antics, especially Dick, and let her black hair blow in the wind. She focused on the waves rolling in, and the moon reflecting off the dark untamed water. She mentally berated herself for even being in the presence of someone like Dick Sanders. But honestly, with what she was it was a very vast pool of friends and alliances she could choose from. There weren't many mutants that she knew of in Chicago, and if there were they sure as hell wouldn't want people to know.

Who is this girl you ask? Her name is Juliana Bevingnani, and she is a mutant. And oddly enough so are her companions, Dick, Mark, Sherry, and Brittney(the bimbos). She heard an annoyingly high pitched girly giggle, and inwardly cringed. She turned her head around and wasn't surprised to find Dick sitting there getting a blow job from Sherry-the biggest whore around-, whilst making out with Brittney- sherry's second banana. Usually she would have just rolled her eyes and shot them a snarky comment. But when she looked to the left and saw Mark barely managing to stay upright, and then fall, she just couldn't resist the urge to be highly annoyed with mister Sanders.

In a huff she stood up and walked calmly over to the threesome. She was a mere three feet in front of them , but they didn't cease their activities.

"Ahem!" Juliana loudly got their attention. Sherry sat up straight and wiped her mouth, while Brittney and Dick unglued their lips. Dick had a satisfied smirk on his face, and when he turned to face Juliana his smirk, if possible, grew.

"Hey there, Jules. Forgot you were here. Wanna join us?" Dick so kindly offered.

"I'd rather have a Drano martini." She spit back. She glared at him for a few moments before getting to the real reason she walked over. "What the hell is wrong with you Dick?"

Dick kindly tucked himself back in, and zipped his pants. "Whatever do you mean Jules?"

"I mean Mark, asshole. Look at him. You're supposed to be his friend."

"I am." He said.

"If you were a good friend, you wouldn't have let him have so much booze. And if you were smart you wouldn't have let him have any. You know he has a problem!." She said venomously.

"You can take that high and mighty act and shove it up your ass Juliana. If you cared so much why didn't you stop him. I'm not his fucking baby-sitter. It's not my job to monitor how much he drinks."

"I didn't stop him, because he wouldn't let me any way."

"Aw, is big brother mad at little Jules." He brought his hand to her cheek, but she quickly slapped it away.

"Don't touch me." She hissed.

"Funny, that's the exact opposite of what you said Saturday night." He smirked.

"Ah yes Saturday. Another night of drunkenness and small penises." She watched his reaction and took great pleasure as that arrogant smirk fell right off his face. "What? Did you think that booze only effected Mark's judgment. Like I would actually have sex with you in my right state of mind." She walked away in the direction of Mark lying in the sand. Although she distinctly heard Sherry and Brittney snigger, and Dick bark at them to shut up. She stopped and stooped next to Mark.

Eyes closed, almost steady breathing, semi-peaceful expression. If she didn't know any better she would guess he was sleeping. But she knew better.

"Mark." She shook his shoulder gently. "Mark get up."

He let out low groan in response.

"Now, Mark. We've gotta get home."

"five more minutes mom."

She only sighed and dropped down next to him, she might as well let him rest 'til he's sobered up a bit. She brushed a few strands of his shaggy blond hair out of his face. It had been 3 years since Juliana had moved in with her brother. Of course they weren't blood related, if anything they were related in every other way. She was allowed to stay with him and his woman-of-the-night mother if and only if she paid her way. You're probably wondering why she had to resort to living with a hooker and her son, but you'll have to wait for a later date for that explanation.

She looked at his face. He was quite handsome, at least all the other girls thought so. And she would be lying if she said she never had any sexual thoughts about him, especially when he just came out the shower with wet hair and only a towel around his waist. But he was her brother, and those were just thoughts. She'd tried to get him to go to an AA meeting, but he very colorfully refused. She would get him help soon; that was a promise. If he didn't stop doing this she'd probably lose her mind.

"You've got to stop doing this to yourself, little bro. For both our sakes."

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By the time Jules got Mark back to their tiny one bedroom apartment, she covered him up on the cot in the corner of the living room, and went to see if Sarah was home yet.

She past her bedroom and her breath caught at the sight she was met with. There on the bed, half of her nude body covered by a blanket, was Sarah Worthy. On any other day Jules probably wouldn't be surprised at this sight, but something was wrong with Sarah. When Jules usually comes to check on her, her chest would move. Because that's what the chest of a person who was breathing would do right? Rise and fall? That could only mean one thing, Sarah wasn't breathing.

Checking her pulse only confirmed what Jules already suspected, her caretaker was dead.

"Holy Fuck." She breathed.