Disclaimer: dont own Marvel- except Ellanor (my oc)
Rewrite of Black and Blue ch 1
By Yulian
In the swirling madness of her dreams, she tossed and turned.
She let out a scream of terror, as she sat up abruptly. Another nightmare, though more twisted than normal.
"There's no going back to sleep after that", she deduced aloud as she leaned forward, hugging her knee's. She shook all over, her nerves still on fire, her body tight with stress.
The darkness hearkened on the door of her heart and Ella's anger burned like a consuming fire. It was going to be another one of those nights. She decided to go work out her current issues in the danger room, dressing quickly. her thoughts consumed her mind clouding her judgment, consumed with both grief and anger over the loss of her late father. It had been such a good day, she knew it would end like this. If life has taught Ella anything, it's to not expect anything good because usually it never lasts for very long.
The uniform is skin tight and cool to the touch. It was made for long training sessions with some shiar technology to adapt to the users body temp and protect the body from physical harm to help the person wearing it be able to endure longer periods of training. Charles thought it would come in handy for her.
She is quiet as she walks down the hall, and down the elaborate stairs. Grabbing a water from the kitchen she pushed the elavator door down to the sub level of the Xaier mansion. The walls and floor gleamed in the light of the opening door of the elavator, casting shadows down the hallway.
The dark does not scare her, but the light does. The thought of dealing with her issues shuts her down, and she prepares to take her unheeded aggression on some non living computer created entity. She walks past the medical facility, where it seems Hank had fallen asleep again in his computer chair. Ella continued past the locker rooms, and the hangar bay to the large metal doors. The green light was on but indicated below that it was in use. Curious as to what program someone might be operating this late at night, she decided to go in. the doors opened and what caught her eyes was not a epic battle, nor a training session she had ever seen.
It was a church.
Candles were lit in various places in the room, creating an ambiance of peace and tranquility. Her world was not one where light was ever cast, unless it brought shame or sadness, or death. She suppressed a shudder, memories of that night filling her mind for a moment. It shook her resolve for a moment, as she stepped into the room. The danger room doors closed silently behind her.
There was a soft murmuring, a whisper for a moment as she stepped into the room fully. The stained glass images showed saints. She recognized a few from when she was child and her father took her to church in Russia. This was so different, so little frills in comparison to the one in Russia. Simple yet elagant, natural wood, a chandelier for candles, not electric lights.
Whoevers vision of a church this was, she liked it.
She looked and noticed the kneeling man a few feet in front of her. Of course it would be Kurt. He paused as if he noticed that he was being watched, and turned his head. His expression showed kindness and a weariness that she could relate to. His eyes met hers, and he smiled softly at her, his teeth showing for a moment.
She hadn't expected to see anyone down here, and her emotions were jumbled as she smiled slightly at him, though the smile did not meet her eyes.
"Ellanor, are you alright?" he asked as he rose and stood at the altar.
She couldn't open her mouth to speak, for fear of letting her tears out. It was one thing to cry in privacy but to let someone, especially the man she loved from afar see her crumble was a whole different thing.
She shrugged passively, burying the emotions inside her as he stepped forward just in front of her.
"I..didn't mean to intrude. I was going to train and saw this..i couldn't help but want to see more."
"This is the replication of my church in germany, my refuge. I come to it when I am troubled." he placed a hand on her shoulder, "it seems something is troubling you. Do you want to talk? Or I could go..we all cope in our own ways."
"No, I.." her emotions began to trickle out, allowing her facade to slowly crumble away. She sighed heavily, her shoulders sagged, "I had a nightmare. Again. I found him..it was just too much to go back to sleep. Too many bad memories, he never.." a sob escaped her throat.
He put his arms around her, and she leaned into his chest. He smelled of brimstone and incense, and he was strong. Stronger then her but yet gentle to her. He stroked her hair, reminding her of a memory of childhood innocence, long lost to her until this moment.
"It's alright, Ella. You don't have to be strong for me. I am here for you." his voice was strong and soothing and echoed in the simulated church. Her fears of falling apart in front of him, and the fight to keep her grief private crumbled as tears slipped down her face, sobs shaking her body. Her knees grew weak and he slipped both of them gently to the floor.
As she cried he prayed, and for a night in the life of an X-man and a young girl, in the mansion of Charles Professor Xavier, healing and hope were renewed in the hearts of two.
Her eyes were heavy and in that peace of a moment shared, she relaxed into his arms and fell into restful sleep, however before sleep claimed her she uttered one word with heartfelt thanks..
"Thankyou..."
He looked down at the still calm form, who at any time on any day was at constant war with herself or someone else in the mansion. She wasn't typical, and she was a young girl who had been betrayed and lost for longer then one deserved. His heart felt the same stirrings he felt when he saw her every time, the same she felt whenever she saw him, but both were unaware. To finally hold her in his arms, to feel her soft breathing, his beauty in his arms made his heart fill with a love he had not ever known in his life.
Her soft rhythic breathing indicated deep sleep, and he teleported her to her room and lifted her into his arms laying her gently on the bed. He covered her with the purple comforter and kissed her forehead.
He looked down at the peaceful sleeping figure, and spoke softly before leaving her for the night..
"Sweet dreams, my beauty."
BAMF
Thats all for now folks. Nothing like some romance to make the heart pitter patter and wish for a prince or princess to love us that much...I know its a bit fluffy right now but I promise it gets good. :)