AN: Here's the story of my X-gal, Succubus.
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X Millennia: Succubus
(Part I)
A light blue Ford Taurus drove up to the front of the mansion. A woman got out that looked very familiar. Her hair was in a long brown ponytail with a white streak going through it. She was wearing tight jeans, a white shirt, a jean jacket, and leather boots. She had a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and there were suitcases still in the car. She slowly raises a hand to knock on the door and it was still raised when the door flew open.
"Back already, Rogue?" a young man with sandy blonde hair asked. "And why'd ya knock?" he looks at her still raised hand.
She continued to blink at him in shock. Her hand finally lowered, though, and she took a step back. The man looked her over, then past her to the car in the driveway. His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why'd you change your clothes? What's with the bags and the new car?" he asked. "And WHAT is with your eyes?" He peers into her face, looking deep into her mismatched eyes. Her right one was a crystal blue as beautiful and clear as the sky, while the left was a pure green of a leaf basking in the sun.
"Uh...I be comin' to speak with Professor Xavier," she says nervously with an Irish lilt to her voice. "He be expectin' me."
"What happened with your accent, Rogue?"
"Why do ye keep callin' me that? Me name be Aislinn."
"Bobby, leave her be," a voice said from behind the man and he turned. "She's telling the truth." There was an older man sitting in a wheelchair there.
"Ye must be Xavier," Aislinn smiles. "I be so glad ye be willin' to help me."
Xavier motions her inside and she steps past Bobby Drake, who is still marveling at her appearance. She follows Xavier to his office, all the while looking around with intent at one of the largest house she had ever been in. He wheels himself behind his desk and motions for her to sit in a chair opposite him. She does and tosses her hair back over her shoulder.
"Now please, Aislinn," Xavier begins, looking at her with concern, "Begin from the beginning. Obviously, from your phone call I had not expected you to resemble one of the women on my team."
"How could I have been knowin'," she returns with a grimace and then looks out the window. "I had been livin' in Ballyshannon, Ireland for all me life as far as I be knowin'. One day, I be havin' a wee accident, though, when a costumer at me book store touched me bare skin. I be gettin' his memories and all of me own before a certain time be leavin'." She shakes her head sadly. "No one be talkin' to me after that cause of an old superstition from the town about a 'Cursed Maiden' who be havin' no past that a daemon would be comin' for to be makin' her his bride."
"So you found out about the absorption power that way," he says thoughtfully. "And some old tale caused them to shun you. How did you find out about your other abilities? You mentioned a fight. With who, if they were all avoiding you?"
"They were...and it not be a tale, it be true...the daemon be real. The fight had been with him. When he be hearin' there were a lass who be fittin' the description of his bride, he be comin' to claim her."
"And you fought your way free with your new powers. There was something you told me that I found interesting. You said you could control this absorption?" he peered at her with interest.
"Aye."
"The girl on my team, Rogue, can't control hers. Her eyes are also the same color. You also mentioned having an ability that she does not; she cannot manipulate metal."
"And what do ye be thinkin' this be meanin'?"
"I am not sure, but if you would allow me to study your DNA and compare it with Rogue's."
"Anythin' ye be needin' to be doin' to be gettin' to the bottom of this."
"Then lets get you settled in and I can give you a tour of the grounds. We can get the tests out of the way later." He wheels himself towards the door and motions for her to follow with a smile.
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Later, Aislinn was coming out of her room after she finished unpacking. Xavier had showed her around a bit on the way to her room and where to meet him for the start of the grand tour. She headed that direction now. As she headed down the hall, the rushing form of a young man bumped into her. She reached out and touched his arm to steady them both. He was in a tight black shirt and jeans that clung to him just as tightly. The man looked at her hand and then at her in shock.
"Sorry, I be havin' to be goin' to be meetin' Xavier," she says and hurries off down the hall.
Remy stands there staring after her in confusion. She had touched him, and her accent was different...as musical as ever to him, though. Had her eyes looked funny, too? He started after her. He found her about to walk into the downstairs hall with Xavier. He hurried down the stairs after them.
Xavier was opening the door to the Danger Room when he sensed Remy's presence not far off. He turned with a smile because he was not surprised at all. A woman looking like Rogue shows up; Remy was bound to come around sooner or later.
"Was there something you needed, Remy?" Charles pauses and looks down the hall towards the young Cajun.
Aislinn recognizes him as the man she had bumped into upstairs. "Did I be hurtin' ye upstairs earlier? I not be knowin' me own strength at times."
Remy blinks at her in confusion, then looks at Xavier. "What's goin' on here, Prof?"
"This is our newest resident, Aislinn," Xavier motions to the woman beside him, purposefully ignoring Remy's meaning.
"Ashley?"
"Aislinn," she corrects a bit sternly, the Irish pronunciation rolling off her tongue easily.
"Ya know what Remy mean, Prof. She look just like Rogue wit da 'ception o' her eyes. But, she touch Remy skin."
"Yes, she has Rogue's powers and her looks. She can also control her absorption and has a whole new power. On top of that, she has no memories before a few years ago."
The younger man's brows furrowed in concern as he looked at her and then back at Xavier. "Is dis true?"
The older man nods and then goes back to leading Aislinn into the Danger Room. Remy stood there thinking to himself as the new recruit was given the tour of the place. They were just finishing up after he showed her Cerebro when the Cajun found them again. He pulled Xavier aside and leaned down to talk to him privately.
"So, she like a clone...but not 'xactly," he begins and his eyes get hard. "Someone made a clone o' Rogue wit some extra stuff, den hid her in Ireland. Two guesses what da extra power is." He gave the professor a knowing look, daring him to contradict his hypothesis.
"And what do you think this extra power is, Gambit?" Charles states calmly, sometimes he took the bad accent for granted not giving the Cajun the benefit of thinking him smarter then he seemed at times.
"Da magnetism like Magneto do."
"You're right, she can do metal manipulation. And, you know as well as I do that Eric's eyes are blue, also; which would account for the blue eye in her mismatched set."
"So, we gonna go defend Rogue's honor and beat da tar outta Magneto?"
"Not until I have ran my tests on her blood to make sure we are right. Then of course we confront Eric with the results and see what he has to say about this." A slight smile curves his lips. "And then maybe you can show him the error of his ways." He wheels past the younger man and turns to Aislinn, leading her back upstairs
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Hank smiled warmly at Aislinn as he applied a gauzy patch over the puncture wound he had made while getting her blood sample. "See, that wasn't all bad. If you want, I could scrape up a lollipop." He chuckles.
Aislinn couldn't help but smile in response as she hopped down from her seat. "That be okay, thank ye anyways for bein' so gentle." She holds her hand over the patch as she walks from the room. "I hope ye and Xavier have luck with me sample." She walked out and headed down the hall, all for taking a nap in her room after such a long and shocking day. She idly wondered how long it would be before she had a run in with her infamous "twin."
"Aislinn?" She heard her name as she was about to ascend the stairs to her room and looked around. She saw the man from before and got a bit wary. He stepped towards her, studying her as he did so. "Remy didn' get a chance to introduce himself, earlier." He places a hand on his chest and gives a lopsided smile. "Remy LeBeau, at ya service, chere."
"Ye be feelin' better now?" she asked a bit briskly and started to continue on her way up the stairs when his hand landed on hers where it lay on the banister. She looked at his hand and then up at him. "Aye? Ye be needin' somethin'?"
"Ya and Rogue really are related, ain't ya, chere?" He chuckles at her attitude.
"Well, I obviously wouldn'na be knowin'," she pressed her free hand to her forehead and sighed. "Though, this not be how I be wantin' to start meself off here. I just be a bit tired and be wantin' to be takin' a nap."
"Long day wit a lot of stuff to take in, chere?" He nods and comes around to walk up the stairs behind her. "How 'bout Remy give ya a back massage and make it all better?" His hand leaves hers and rests at the small of her back as he leads her up the stairs.
"That be soundin' nice," she drops her hand and gives him a tired smile.
She walks into her room and sits herself down on the corner of the bed, he sits at the foot and turns towards her back. He reached up and pulled the tie binding her ponytail out, letting it fall in silky waves down her back; then he slipped off her jean jacket. His hands begin to knead the tense muscles of her shoulders and worked their way down her back slowly. She gave small sounds of satisfaction as his fingers worked their magic and her eyes drifted closed. She did not see it coming when he leaned forward and pressed kisses across her neck.
"What the-" she jumped up and spun around with wide eyes, wispy white strands falling into blue and green pools. She stared at him in shock for a few seconds before brushing her hair out of her now angry face, then planting her fists on her ample hips. "What do ye be think ye be doin'?" she demanded.
Remy stood to face her with a smile that was not at all sorry for what he had done. He reached out and pulled her protesting form towards him, she continued to glare up at him. "Remy couldn' help himself, he have a beautiful woman all to himself."
"I hope ye don'na be expectin' me to be swoonin' at ye feet now," she returns with a scowl.
"Nah, ya wouldn' be right if ya did...and ya wouldn' be so cutely angry, chere."
"Oh by Dagda..." she rolls her eyes.
The next thing she knew his mouth was covering hers and her eyes got wide in shock. Her hands pressed against her chest and she knew if she wanted, she was strong enough to shove him through a few walls to break the kiss. But, some part of her brain didn't want to and finally her hands slid up to bury in the hair at the nape of his neck. She melted against him as his hands were roving over her hips and back, one stopping to twine itself in her soft hair.
"Ain't this a sweet sight," a female voice drawled in a Southern accent from the doorway.
Remy reluctantly drew away from her, his eyes lingering over her face and several emotions chasing each other through his eyes before he finally looked past Aislinn to the speaker who had interrupted them. She finally pulled away and turned to see who it was. She immediately gasped and all thoughts of the passionate kiss she had just shared flew from her head as she stared at her double.
"You..."
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X Millennia: Succubus
(Part I)
A light blue Ford Taurus drove up to the front of the mansion. A woman got out that looked very familiar. Her hair was in a long brown ponytail with a white streak going through it. She was wearing tight jeans, a white shirt, a jean jacket, and leather boots. She had a duffle bag slung over her shoulder and there were suitcases still in the car. She slowly raises a hand to knock on the door and it was still raised when the door flew open.
"Back already, Rogue?" a young man with sandy blonde hair asked. "And why'd ya knock?" he looks at her still raised hand.
She continued to blink at him in shock. Her hand finally lowered, though, and she took a step back. The man looked her over, then past her to the car in the driveway. His brows furrowed in confusion.
"Why'd you change your clothes? What's with the bags and the new car?" he asked. "And WHAT is with your eyes?" He peers into her face, looking deep into her mismatched eyes. Her right one was a crystal blue as beautiful and clear as the sky, while the left was a pure green of a leaf basking in the sun.
"Uh...I be comin' to speak with Professor Xavier," she says nervously with an Irish lilt to her voice. "He be expectin' me."
"What happened with your accent, Rogue?"
"Why do ye keep callin' me that? Me name be Aislinn."
"Bobby, leave her be," a voice said from behind the man and he turned. "She's telling the truth." There was an older man sitting in a wheelchair there.
"Ye must be Xavier," Aislinn smiles. "I be so glad ye be willin' to help me."
Xavier motions her inside and she steps past Bobby Drake, who is still marveling at her appearance. She follows Xavier to his office, all the while looking around with intent at one of the largest house she had ever been in. He wheels himself behind his desk and motions for her to sit in a chair opposite him. She does and tosses her hair back over her shoulder.
"Now please, Aislinn," Xavier begins, looking at her with concern, "Begin from the beginning. Obviously, from your phone call I had not expected you to resemble one of the women on my team."
"How could I have been knowin'," she returns with a grimace and then looks out the window. "I had been livin' in Ballyshannon, Ireland for all me life as far as I be knowin'. One day, I be havin' a wee accident, though, when a costumer at me book store touched me bare skin. I be gettin' his memories and all of me own before a certain time be leavin'." She shakes her head sadly. "No one be talkin' to me after that cause of an old superstition from the town about a 'Cursed Maiden' who be havin' no past that a daemon would be comin' for to be makin' her his bride."
"So you found out about the absorption power that way," he says thoughtfully. "And some old tale caused them to shun you. How did you find out about your other abilities? You mentioned a fight. With who, if they were all avoiding you?"
"They were...and it not be a tale, it be true...the daemon be real. The fight had been with him. When he be hearin' there were a lass who be fittin' the description of his bride, he be comin' to claim her."
"And you fought your way free with your new powers. There was something you told me that I found interesting. You said you could control this absorption?" he peered at her with interest.
"Aye."
"The girl on my team, Rogue, can't control hers. Her eyes are also the same color. You also mentioned having an ability that she does not; she cannot manipulate metal."
"And what do ye be thinkin' this be meanin'?"
"I am not sure, but if you would allow me to study your DNA and compare it with Rogue's."
"Anythin' ye be needin' to be doin' to be gettin' to the bottom of this."
"Then lets get you settled in and I can give you a tour of the grounds. We can get the tests out of the way later." He wheels himself towards the door and motions for her to follow with a smile.
----
Later, Aislinn was coming out of her room after she finished unpacking. Xavier had showed her around a bit on the way to her room and where to meet him for the start of the grand tour. She headed that direction now. As she headed down the hall, the rushing form of a young man bumped into her. She reached out and touched his arm to steady them both. He was in a tight black shirt and jeans that clung to him just as tightly. The man looked at her hand and then at her in shock.
"Sorry, I be havin' to be goin' to be meetin' Xavier," she says and hurries off down the hall.
Remy stands there staring after her in confusion. She had touched him, and her accent was different...as musical as ever to him, though. Had her eyes looked funny, too? He started after her. He found her about to walk into the downstairs hall with Xavier. He hurried down the stairs after them.
Xavier was opening the door to the Danger Room when he sensed Remy's presence not far off. He turned with a smile because he was not surprised at all. A woman looking like Rogue shows up; Remy was bound to come around sooner or later.
"Was there something you needed, Remy?" Charles pauses and looks down the hall towards the young Cajun.
Aislinn recognizes him as the man she had bumped into upstairs. "Did I be hurtin' ye upstairs earlier? I not be knowin' me own strength at times."
Remy blinks at her in confusion, then looks at Xavier. "What's goin' on here, Prof?"
"This is our newest resident, Aislinn," Xavier motions to the woman beside him, purposefully ignoring Remy's meaning.
"Ashley?"
"Aislinn," she corrects a bit sternly, the Irish pronunciation rolling off her tongue easily.
"Ya know what Remy mean, Prof. She look just like Rogue wit da 'ception o' her eyes. But, she touch Remy skin."
"Yes, she has Rogue's powers and her looks. She can also control her absorption and has a whole new power. On top of that, she has no memories before a few years ago."
The younger man's brows furrowed in concern as he looked at her and then back at Xavier. "Is dis true?"
The older man nods and then goes back to leading Aislinn into the Danger Room. Remy stood there thinking to himself as the new recruit was given the tour of the place. They were just finishing up after he showed her Cerebro when the Cajun found them again. He pulled Xavier aside and leaned down to talk to him privately.
"So, she like a clone...but not 'xactly," he begins and his eyes get hard. "Someone made a clone o' Rogue wit some extra stuff, den hid her in Ireland. Two guesses what da extra power is." He gave the professor a knowing look, daring him to contradict his hypothesis.
"And what do you think this extra power is, Gambit?" Charles states calmly, sometimes he took the bad accent for granted not giving the Cajun the benefit of thinking him smarter then he seemed at times.
"Da magnetism like Magneto do."
"You're right, she can do metal manipulation. And, you know as well as I do that Eric's eyes are blue, also; which would account for the blue eye in her mismatched set."
"So, we gonna go defend Rogue's honor and beat da tar outta Magneto?"
"Not until I have ran my tests on her blood to make sure we are right. Then of course we confront Eric with the results and see what he has to say about this." A slight smile curves his lips. "And then maybe you can show him the error of his ways." He wheels past the younger man and turns to Aislinn, leading her back upstairs
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Hank smiled warmly at Aislinn as he applied a gauzy patch over the puncture wound he had made while getting her blood sample. "See, that wasn't all bad. If you want, I could scrape up a lollipop." He chuckles.
Aislinn couldn't help but smile in response as she hopped down from her seat. "That be okay, thank ye anyways for bein' so gentle." She holds her hand over the patch as she walks from the room. "I hope ye and Xavier have luck with me sample." She walked out and headed down the hall, all for taking a nap in her room after such a long and shocking day. She idly wondered how long it would be before she had a run in with her infamous "twin."
"Aislinn?" She heard her name as she was about to ascend the stairs to her room and looked around. She saw the man from before and got a bit wary. He stepped towards her, studying her as he did so. "Remy didn' get a chance to introduce himself, earlier." He places a hand on his chest and gives a lopsided smile. "Remy LeBeau, at ya service, chere."
"Ye be feelin' better now?" she asked a bit briskly and started to continue on her way up the stairs when his hand landed on hers where it lay on the banister. She looked at his hand and then up at him. "Aye? Ye be needin' somethin'?"
"Ya and Rogue really are related, ain't ya, chere?" He chuckles at her attitude.
"Well, I obviously wouldn'na be knowin'," she pressed her free hand to her forehead and sighed. "Though, this not be how I be wantin' to start meself off here. I just be a bit tired and be wantin' to be takin' a nap."
"Long day wit a lot of stuff to take in, chere?" He nods and comes around to walk up the stairs behind her. "How 'bout Remy give ya a back massage and make it all better?" His hand leaves hers and rests at the small of her back as he leads her up the stairs.
"That be soundin' nice," she drops her hand and gives him a tired smile.
She walks into her room and sits herself down on the corner of the bed, he sits at the foot and turns towards her back. He reached up and pulled the tie binding her ponytail out, letting it fall in silky waves down her back; then he slipped off her jean jacket. His hands begin to knead the tense muscles of her shoulders and worked their way down her back slowly. She gave small sounds of satisfaction as his fingers worked their magic and her eyes drifted closed. She did not see it coming when he leaned forward and pressed kisses across her neck.
"What the-" she jumped up and spun around with wide eyes, wispy white strands falling into blue and green pools. She stared at him in shock for a few seconds before brushing her hair out of her now angry face, then planting her fists on her ample hips. "What do ye be think ye be doin'?" she demanded.
Remy stood to face her with a smile that was not at all sorry for what he had done. He reached out and pulled her protesting form towards him, she continued to glare up at him. "Remy couldn' help himself, he have a beautiful woman all to himself."
"I hope ye don'na be expectin' me to be swoonin' at ye feet now," she returns with a scowl.
"Nah, ya wouldn' be right if ya did...and ya wouldn' be so cutely angry, chere."
"Oh by Dagda..." she rolls her eyes.
The next thing she knew his mouth was covering hers and her eyes got wide in shock. Her hands pressed against her chest and she knew if she wanted, she was strong enough to shove him through a few walls to break the kiss. But, some part of her brain didn't want to and finally her hands slid up to bury in the hair at the nape of his neck. She melted against him as his hands were roving over her hips and back, one stopping to twine itself in her soft hair.
"Ain't this a sweet sight," a female voice drawled in a Southern accent from the doorway.
Remy reluctantly drew away from her, his eyes lingering over her face and several emotions chasing each other through his eyes before he finally looked past Aislinn to the speaker who had interrupted them. She finally pulled away and turned to see who it was. She immediately gasped and all thoughts of the passionate kiss she had just shared flew from her head as she stared at her double.
"You..."