So, in case you haven't noticed, this is the rewrite of Diamond and Adamantium. Yes, I know. After all this time? I decided that I am going to keep it. I was reading it and it just hit me, all these new ideas rushing in. Now, in the older version, Rogue and Logan's relationship progressed very fast and I'd like to change that. They don't need to slow down the entire relationship but I don't think, Logan being where he is in his life at this time, would jump into a fully committed relationship with a girl he just met. Especially if he's in love with someone else. Or, at least, the idea of that person.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the X-Men franchise. Only the OC's and the plot are mine.
Prologue:
September 16, 1903 Rome, Italy
They huddled behind a stack of wooden crates. The man held onto his wife as she clutched desperately at their child. The baby girl blinked her deep blue eyes sleepily at her mother and let out a small yawn. The woman let out a silent sob and a watery smile, leaning down to brush her lips against the little girl's forehead.
Inside the small, dank basement was absolutely silent. Drunken voices came from outside and stumbling steps could be heard along with them.
"Damon," the woman uttered. Even as quiet as she was, her husband could still hear the slight tremor of fear in her voice.
Damon brought his wife closer and kissed her head. "I know, Arabella, I know."
Silence reigned.
Nothing could be heard for a solid five minutes before footsteps pounded above them. Arabella and Damon looked to one another and she nodded. Both gave their daughter one last kiss, one on her porcelain check and the other went among her silky, black hair.
Arabella placed the child in the bassinet behind her, tucking her away from the chilly air and waited.
The next instant, the basement door burst open and footsteps thundered down the stairs. The young couple, still hidden behind crates, bided their time before the first boot peaked around the crate.
Damon leaped, Arabella right behind him.
All that was heard were screaming and sounds of flesh meeting flesh, hit after hit. The baby, woken up by the noise, wailed. Arabella, closest to the crates didn't see the dagger coming for her as she turned.
Arms grabbed her around her middle and trapped her arms to her side as the gleaming metal was held up to her neck. The petite yet strong woman struggled but held still once she felt the knife dig into her skin.
"No!" Damon lunged for men holding his mate but was tackled as soon as his back was turned. He was held down, on his stomach, his face shoved into the floor. He bucked, flinging one man off of him only for another to take his place.
"That's enough, handsome. Or do you want your whore to walk around without a head?"
Damon stopped, his eyes widening as he realization set in. His head was wrenched up by his white-blond hair and he set his eyes on the leader of his family's capture.
"Kayla," he spat, his eyes narrowing in hate.
"Hello there, hot stuff. Happy to see me?" she smiled.
"It was you?" Damon let out a growl, his teeth clenched. "All of it, it was all you?"
"Why yes, yes it was." She preened under his attention, however full of malice it was.
"Why?" came from Arabella, her breathing laboured by the intense brawl.
Kayla sneered, leering at what she saw as her greatest obstacle. "Why? Why you ask? Oh, you know why. This is all your fault anyhow. What with stealing the love of my life and faking the ridiculous, purely chemical attraction he has to you. We all know that he's my mate, not yours."
Arabella laughed almost maniacally. "My god, you are so delusional."
Kayla's eyes glittered as she stalked up to the other woman.
Smack
Damon growled once more and struggled to get out of the cronies' grip, trying to reach his mate. Kayla cackled at the menacing look on Arabella's face and practically skipped to where she heard the baby, still weeping for her parents.
Said parents bucked and grappled even harder once they noticed where the willowy woman was headed.
Kayla sniffed at the crying babe, holding her away from her body as if she was a diseased cat. "Honestly, I don't know how anyone could love such a little menace."
"I swear, Kayla, if you don't let go of our child, I'll kill you," Damon snarled.
Kayla howled as she handed the infant to one of her men. She wiped imaginary tears and sniffled dramatically. "Oh, I'm just so scared. I'm shivering with fright. Ha!"
"Even if we can't," Arabella snarled, "you know she has a mate somewhere. And he will find her, Kayla. You can't stop that from happening. He'll kill you if you hurt her, I'm betting on it."
"Oh, sweetie," Kayla flipped her thick, black hair over her shoulder and gestured for her guards to walk up the stairs, "that won't happen if he never meets her."
"Kill them."
As Kayla walked up the rickety, wooden steps, she basked in the sounds of the young couple's agony. Oh yes, she revelled.
Well, that was definitely one hell of a ride there. For those of you who've read this before, if there's any of you left, you can see that I kept the scene the same. I just changed everything else. And I separated the prologue and chapter 1. I hope you all like this as much as I do. I feel like this whole rewrite thing is really going to help move this story along. Well, review, follow, do you. The chapters will get longer, btw. Or maybe I'll keep them at this length, not sure yet. Also, constructive criticism is always welcome.
-Wednesday