Unlucky in Love

Skye: All other stories will be updated ASAP but writer's block is killing us. Plus, my good friend fell and broke her leg…PWND! So she's in hospital for a few days.

Full Summary: Anyone ever wonder why Logan is so unlucky when it comes to love? So have we, but maybe this girl is different…just maybe.
Hybrid is a lone eighteen year old who seeks shelter at the Xavier institute. But the demons of her past come back to haunt her and who is the one who helps them go away? But still…the title IS "Unlucky in Love"

Rating: T/M…that depends on how YOU would rate it.
Contains: swearing, "scenes of a sexual nature", death, blood…and an OC!

Chapter 1: Sphinx

Logan drove the four-by-four over a bumpy road and chuckled darkly to himself; Scott would NOT be happy if Logan returned to the mansion with Scott's trashed vehicle…or rather, without. But still, ever guy needed to borrow his friend/enemy's four-by-four once in a while without asking, simply to piss him off. And that was something Logan was good at: pissing people off. Scott mostly – because he was so easily pissed off by Logan – but people in general? Oh yeah…

Anyway, as he turned a corner and onto a smooth road, he caught sight of a girl up ahead. She looked short – probably about 5' 1" or 2" – and had dark brown hair that fell to just below her shoulders, or at least that was what he could tell: the wind was throwing her hair around like an out of control bull in the Spanish bullrings. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans that looked too big for her, tattered plimsolls and a beige cardigan which fell just under her butt. She had an earthy green bag slung over her shoulder and her thumb was sticking outwards.

He saw a couple of cars zoom past her, so he stopped, and so did she.

Her face was perfectly oval and her skin pale, although there were some freckles flecking her nose and cheeks. Her eyes were close set (look it up on Google images!!), wide and olive-green. Her eyebrows seemed perfectly even and just the right size (not like those girls who over pluck and have this thin line for an eyebrow). Her nose was small and cute and her lips were pale, ever-so-slightly thinner than average. She has slight dark circles under her eyes and was quite skinny, although he would have admitted that she did have a nice bust and looked about sixteen.

She was pretty…well pretty, but she had two transparent tear tracks running down her face and from her eyes.

"Need a lift, kid?" he asked.

She hesitated.

"I don't bite," he laughed, trying to smile reassuringly. It must have worked because she got into the car. He couldn't really blame her for hesitating; she probably thought her was some rapist on the hunt.

He drove a little way before finally breaking the silence.

"So, where you headed?"

She waited for a few long seconds before replying vaguely, "Away."

He chuckled.

"Anywhere specific? I need to know where to drive, you know," he said.

"New York."

"Somewhere specifically in New York?"

"Yes."

Her answers were so vague, that it pissed him right off to the very core of his existence. He lost his patience.

"So, tell me!" he yelled.

She smirked slightly, despite the mood he sensed around her.

"Westchester."

"Hmm, me too," he said, then attempted to keep conversation and into something a little more than the fact that they were both heading to Westchester. "So, where you from?"

"Ohio. You?"

He was pleased that she was keeping the conversation going now.

"Canada…I guess."

"You think?" she asked, sarcasm in her voice.

"Yeah: I can't remember much about my past. I want to, though," he added.

She snorted.

"I wish I could forget mine."

He didn't ask why nor did her really want to know. From her tone of voice, he could tell it was something unpleasant.

"So, why are you coming all the way out to Westchester?"

"To get away. I want friends and a real family."

"Westchester is a good place to look."

"Why?"

He laughed and didn't reply to her question.

"So, what's your name?"

She hesitated again.

"Hybrid."

He furrowed his brow. He'd heard some strange names before then but THIS was just…weird. Had her parents been drunk when they named her?

"What kind of a name is that?"

She shrugged. "I dunno."

"You a mutant?"

"I-I-"

"Hey," he said, knowing instantly that she was indeed a mutant. He held up his fist and extended his claws. Then he made a small cut on his finger which healed instantly. "Me too." He pulled the claws back in.

"Oh," she said nervously. He could tell that his claws had frightened her a little and she changed the subject back to names. "Well, it's not really Hybrid. It's Elska…or Ellie."

"What does that mean?"

"It's Icelandic for 'love'," she answered the questioning look on his face. "My mother was Icelandic."

He noticed the use of past tense and reverted back to names.

"Got a last name?"

She shrugged. "What's yours?"

"Wolverine…well, it's not really Wolverine. It's Logan No Name."

She laughed at the use of her own words and said, "Well, Mr. No Name, how old are you?"

"Somewhere between twenty and a hundred. I don't age the same as others do. You?"

"Nineteen as of…" she glanced at the dashboard. "…five hours ago."

She was older than she looked.

"Oh, happy birthday."

They remained silent for a while until Logan spoke again.

"So, now that we know more about each other, you wanna tell me why New York?"

"I'm looking for someone…Xavier, I think his name is."

Logan smiled.

"That's his name. You looking for the 'School for Gifted Youngsters'?"

"Exactly. How did you know?"

"I live there…sort of."

She smiled and the mood lightened.

However, it didn't last; in the few seconds that followed, everything turned to total panic. Something swept in front of the car and Logan swerved. The car veered off the road and down a hill. It rolled over and crashed into trees. He didn't hear Elska scream once although he sensed her panic. The car smashed into a tree and he felt his head smash off the windshield. Things went red, then black.

When he opened his eyes, Elska was standing in front of him, facing away. Now he could see why her mutant name was 'Hybrid'. She was slightly hunched forwards, her arms tense. The skin which was visible wasn't skin at all. It was silvery-blue fur, fine and sleek. She had removed her cardigan and white t-shirt and now he could see why. Two long, feathered wings were producing out of her back, just above her bra. A long snake tail was curling around her right leg and as his eyes travelled down, he saw that she had claws on her hands and feet: she had removed her shoes.

He could smell blood but it wasn't his or hers. He was sure he recognised it but it wasn't that important at the time. He sat up and grimaced as his broken arm rightened itself with a loud crack. Elska turned around and he had to repress a gasp. Her face had changed. The whites and irises of her eyes were lime green and her pupils were mere slits. The canines in her mouth – top and bottom – were elongated and razor-sharp. Her freckles were gone and her face was every girls dream, he guessed. Totally tanned but natural. It was terrible beauty to look at, and it unnerved him a little.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

He blinked.

"Well , now I understand why you call yourself Hybrid."

"Oh, sorry. I know it's kind of…unnerving."

She closed her eyes and tensed her forehead (is that even POSSIBLE?) as if concentrating really hard on trying to remember something. Within a few short seconds, the fur had retracted, so had the tail, claws, teeth and wings. Her eyes returned to normal and so did her face. It looked painful and she grunted as it happened.

But he wasn't concentrating on that (weird, yes) he was staring at her body. It was beautiful. Like snow untouched. Or the single, strong red rose in the midst of chaos and destruction.

Her face went red.

"Don't look at me."

He turned around, forgetting that he had only just met her.

"What was that?" he asked.

"One of my many talents…I call her Sphinx."

Skye: I know it's boring now, but it'll get better and an unexpected relationship. Please review! xx