AN: After seeing First Class for the third time, I feel it's necessary to write my own story. Yes, it involves an OC, but I plan on making her unique. Also, every chapter will be inspired by a song. As for Chapter 1, it's a favourite of mine. 'Circles' by Natalie Walker. Well, parts of it at least. Please R/R and advice is certainly accepted. Enjoy!

Circles

"You're a beautiful girl, Melody. Or should I say woman? Funny thing. I don't even remember your age."

His words were knives in her ears. His hands were cold on her skin as he brushed her hair from her neck, the tips of his fingers brushing behind her ears. She fought the tickle that erupted along her skin, eyes downcast at the floor. A sigh escaped his lips as he pulled his hand away. A blaze caught her eye. The smell of nicotine burned her nostrils.

"Why have you become so…dead as of late? You don't like my company? I can get you a cat if you like. Would you like that, Melody?"

She inwardly grimaced at the sound of his name leaving his lips. It didn't belong there. It was all she had left. A name. No. Her name. She lifted her head to look at him as her eyes narrowed. The man smiled at her, his cigarette limp in his lips. She looked past the cigarette to his eyes. They were cold steel, glinting with malicious intent.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't look at me like that. It ruins your pretty face having such a look of hate. If anything, you should feel grateful. I am helping you. You're a danger to yourself…Oh, Melody, you don't understand. You never have. I will save you, if only you would let me."

He knelt to grasp her jaw, baring his teeth like an animal. He squeezed it with a smile on his face before rearing back and backhanding Melody. She would not cry. Her teeth pierced her lip as she held back a squeal, the metallic taste of her own blood filling her with disgust and contempt. For this man. For this house. For everything. The pain bloomed along her cheek, the imprint of the man's wedding ring embedded into her flesh. A cold chill ran through her spine, yet she welcomed it. A frown formed on her chapped lips. A dark feeling spread around her. It cradled her as she got up onto her knees.

"I feel nothing for you, but hate. You're a weak man, Father Harvard. No, you don't have the right to be called a man. You're a monster, tainting the realm of men."

She stood on weak legs as she spoke, her once green eyes flooded with a blackness that scared the hell out of Father Harvard. He stepped back and removed the lit cigarette from his lips, smoke escaping his parted lips. His breathing faltered. A cold sweat broke out along his forehead and the feeling of spiders raced along his back. Words escaped him as he stared at the young woman. Her black eyes were a stark contrast to her flaming red locks, no trace of innocence and emptiness left.

"You st-stop that, child!"

He moved frantically back, hands swiping at a vial of holy water. His force sent it to the floor in front of Melody. He refused her eye contact and kept his eyes on her feet. The feet that slowly moved towards him almost weightlessly. The glass punctured her feet, forming smears of blood along where she walked. This was what the choir boys spoke of. Why they begged Father Harvard to save her. She was tainted by the touch of Satan, they said. That she made them afraid with just a glance. That she had petrified them. He 'treated' her with failed exorcisms, beatings with crosses covered in holy water, read The Holy Bible to her as she was strapped down. He had tried everything.

"You know why your practices never worked on me Father? I am not of sin, nor am I the devil incarnate. It is you who is full of sin. You are no man of God. My name is Melody and I'm going to ask you a question."

His back met the wall and the words of 'Hail Mary' left his shaking lips. Her voice. Something about her voice enticed and frightened him at the same time. It had darkened from her normal airy way of speaking to a dark and harsh tone. His eyes made their way up from her feet, up along her figure, until he met her eyes. Her dainty hand rested on his quivering jaw. Her eyes bled black as they met his. He made his mistake. A faint smile crossed her pale lips before she spoke.

"What is it that you fear?"

A/N: Well, that's it for the first part! I know it is short, but it's an introduction to Melody. Erik and Charles will be introduced into the next one. I'm curious if anyone knows her power. I did recently watch Batman today… ;)