A/n: Sorry for not updating in like over a year, but I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Please read and review. Reviews are great sourses of inspiration and modivators. I always enjoy reading them.
Chapter 2: Dominance
"Jean will show you to your room." Xavier instructed as the door opened to reveal a stunning red head, a charming smile graced her lips.
"Thank you." Evelyn said, her voice maintained a level of politeness and personal distance.
Turning around, she follow Jean, her blue eyes danced along the long corridor walls line with strings of wooden doors. Young students quickly slipped past the guide providing a tour to a new addition to the mutant family, not sparing a glance her way for they were preoccupied with their own lives, schedules which needed their absolute attention. Her mind had to stay focused on Mike, he gave her purpose and she would not surrender all they endured together to arrive at that special moment in their lives where their love built their sanctuary. She could not afford to sqnader an opportunity to rescue her husband from impending clutches. They stopped before a dark wood door which appeared similar as the others. Evely remained forzen, this was it, the moment she enter the room she would offical be accepting the inviation for guildence and protection. She did not know if she was fully prepared for the sudden change, to relinquish the objective and venture on her own in a desperate search for her beloved with the final result ending in awaiting heartache if she were to abandon her commands. Mentally, she slapped her fear, her body inhaled deeply and swiftly released the air from her constricting lungs. A feminine hand touched her slender shoulder, slightly giving the tense muscle a friendly squeeze.
"At first, this place seems intimidating, but once you are settled and get aquainted with everyone. This place may become home." Jean assured, releasing her shoulder, she stepped to the side motioning her to enter her new dwelling.
"How did you know what I was feeling?" Evelyn questioned, her mind immediately cleared all distracting thoughts that would disclose her true intensions.
"I'm telepathic. I did not mean to read your thoughts, sometimes I forge and lose focus on trying to block everyone's thoughts. I don't do it on a regular basis, I just made a little slip." Jean explained, her voice cracked with panic. Lately, she struggled to control her gift, now she embarassed herself in front of someone new to the institute and someone she hoped to befriend in the near future.
"I understand. You don't have to explain yourself to me." Evelyn shrugged, wanting to conceal personal details about her life from others.
Jean did not reply, instead displaved a grateful grin before she left Evelyn alone to settle into her room. She faced the door, eyes fixated on the golden doorknob. She gingerly grasped the handle, applied little force and swung the door open. Beige walls constructed the room, a queen sized bed accesorized with a white comforter sat against the left wall. A pine nightstand sat net to the bed, decorated with a simple white lamp in the corner and a digital clock in front. A light wardrobe sat against the opposite wall from the bed, all drawers and hangers empty of clothes. A colossal window revealed the night sky, spilling light from the full moon which hung just above the mansion. She stepped into the spacious room for one, quietly closing the door behind her. Checking for a lock, she barricaded the door by switching the lock on the knob.
Evelyn tossed the duffle bag on the plush mattress, falling beside the carrier, her hair spilled around her delicate face, features showed slight exhaustion as a result of jetlag. she sighed as she sat up, swiping her hair over her shoulder. Yanking the handle of the dufflebag, she unzipped the bag open and scooped her clothes out, stuffing them into once empty drawers. Shuffling back to the bed, she pulled a small silver case from the bag, placing her index finger on the print pad, a small scan ran along the surface of her finger, identifying her to be the true owner of the case. A green light blinked with acceptence, she typed the code in the number pad. The steel locks popped open, revealing ten syringes filled with proper amount of medication wrapped in sanitized plastic binding nestled tightly in blacking packaging. Her fingers laced around the injector, she gently pulled it out and yanked a disinfectent wipe from a pocket next to the needles. She snapped the lid down, shoving the metal case under the bed for the time being. Wripping the plastic wrapping from the syringe, she squeezed little liquid from the tube, ridding the solution of possible air bubbles. Evelyn smothered a small area of skin in the crook of her forearm with the disinfecting wipe before she slowly stabbed the needle through her tender flesh. A little pinch of pain snaked up her arm, crawled along her shoulder and climbed to her mind, electrifying her body with a nagging thought that would not cease on it's mission to question what action she was taking in harming herself for one man. She did not have any knowledge as to what was inside the syringes, what harm she was causing herself in the persuit to preserve one life that was not her own.
Emptying the cloudy fluid into her bloodstream, she squeezed the used needle back into the protective binding, hiding the injector under her bed as she placed it properly to dispose of later. Slumping back on the bed, Evelyn closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift into past memories of precious joys. Sudden exhaustion settled in the core of her mind, drifting through her nerve ends to relax other muscles.
Rays of pastel colors from the dawn danced along the endless bleankness of the early morning sky. Twinkling thought the tight spaces in between plain blinds that attempted to create barrier aginst the unwelcomed brightness of a new day. The beams spilled into a bedroom, chasing retreating shadows back in the opened closet and under the bed, providing protection from mystical creatures of the night. Sensative eyes flicked open, the feminine body rolled onto her back, the sheets tugged down to reveal bare flesh slightly bruised from a night spent exercising passions. Her mind reasoned going back to sleep would be best, but she knew once she opened her eyes to the sunlight, recapturing lost hours of sleep was futile. Sighing with defeat, she sat up, stretching long arms above her head. Tossing the sheets off her body, long legs slipped over the edge of the bed, dipping into blue, fuzzy slippers. She straightened her posture as she rose from the bed, crossing the room to the cracked open door. Grasping the rim of her silky robe, she slipped her arms through the sleeves, tightening the sash around her waist to have the smooth material conform to her thin figure. She pulled the door open with ease, glided down the hallway and paused around the corner. Her eyes peeked through the kitchen into the dining room, at a certain man preoccupied by inspecting different spiders laid out on the table, his eyes glancing through pages of notes.
Feeling someone's presence, Mike's head shot up, a wide smile spread across his mouth, little lines appeared around the corners of his grin, giving him a sense of wisdom behind his honest demeanor. His eyes sparkled with fondness as he gazed at his lovely wife. His heart galloped fast, he thought he would suffer from a sweet heartattack from his limitless adornment for only one woman. How could a single woman hold such power over a man's heart? Motioning with his hand, he encouraged Evelyn to accompany him, never tiring of her soothing presence. Shuffling around the corner, she entered the kitchen, grabbed a mug from the cabnet and leaned over the counter, pouring freshly brewed coffee into the glass cup. She sauntered through the kitchen, placing the mug down on his papers as she planted a peck on his lips.
"Good morning and happy anniversary!" Evelyn greeted cheerfully, rubbing her hand along his upper back, his lean muscles relaxed against her touch.
"Happy Anniversary!" He replied, his rough hand grasped her hand, his lips pressed hard against the soft skin of her palm.
"Take you bugs off the table, I'm making breakfast." She playfully demanded, sashaying through the entryway of the kitchen as she yanked a pan from the lower cabinet, setting it on the cool burner, she turned the switch of the burner to medium heat.
"They're not bugs, they're spiders. With your cooking, I think we should eat out instead." Mike suggested, a deep chuckle tickled the inside of his ribcage. He closed his notebook and moved the spiders and books to the other side of table, freeing two spaces for them to eat breakfast.
"Uh! Well, Bert likes my cooking." Evelyn reasoned, nodding her head in the direction of an average dog who slept soundly on his bed.
"He's also a dog. Just about anything he puts in his mouth tastes good." He mused, briskly stepping into the kitchen as he wrapped his arms around her body, digging his face in the crook of her neck.
"Ah! Mike, I'm making breakfast. You're in the way." She challenged, wiggling in his arms to free her arms from his grasp to flick a slice of butter in the heated pan.
His arms tightened around her figure, pulling her body close to his own. "We can have breakfast later. I'm in the mood for dessert." He whispered, his hot breath tickled the sensative skin of her neck. His hand slid in the gap of her robe, pushing the material off of her shoulder as his lips planted a tempted kiss on the slender curve.
"Aren't you hungry?" Evelyn whimpered, her breathing quickened with anticipation as she sank against his body, the lightest touch of his hands and lips were enough to crumble her defences and enslave her to his command.
"You're enough to satisfy my appeitite." He cooed in her ear, nipping along the edge of her earlobe. He freed a hand to swiftly turn off the slove as Evelyn twisted around to face Mike, her cheeks flush and eyes glazed with need.
His arms encircled her petite frame, crushing his lips onto her own with a burning passion that could only be satisfied by Evelyn. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in the hair along his neck, gently sqeezing his tense muscles. His lips trailed across her cheek, down the smooth edge of her jaw and nestled on the soft curve of her neck. She gasped as his other hand massaged her lower back, sending waves of comfort to wash through her crazed mind.
"Oh, Mike." Evelyn sighed willingly in his ear, her voice tender with desire and hot from his touch.
"Oh, Mike." She cooed, her hand ran along the other side of the bed to touch a familiar body that was not there. Opening her eyes, Evelyn remembered where she was and all she experienced was a bitter sweet dream.
Sitting up, she gently shook her head, the venom of her longing for Mike clouded her mind, playing cruel tricks of pleasure on her vulnerable conscious. She shifted her body to the edge of the bed, the room started to spin as a result of getting up too quickly for her mind to comprehend. Leaning towards the lamp, her fingers curtly grasped the switch to turn on the lamp. Suddenly the lightbulb exploded, startling Evelyn as she yanked her finger away just in time from the flying glass. She settled her hand on the elegant surface of the nightstand, trying to keep her mind calm from the small incident. She felt her hand droop lower than she expected, eyes shifted to the crumbling shards of wood that once constructed the nightstand. Bouncing off the bed, she tried to scramble towards the closed door, the white sheets tangled around her foot, causing her to trip to the hard floor. Propping herself up with wobbly arms, she dragged herself to a protective corner that would provide safety from the unusal mishaps. Regaining a sense of balance, she pushed her hand against the wall, fingers barely brushing a near outlet that was not occupied by electical cords. A flash of electricity surged through the tips of her fingers, electrifying currents of power through her system. Immediately, Evelyn expected agony to paralyze her body, to send waves of unbareable pain to her mind and force her to face the mistakes she made in her life, but the pain never claimed her body. She felt a growing sense of power filter through her nerve ends, commanding her mind to wield the energy source.
"Ah! Stop it!" Evelyn screamed, her distressed voice punctured thought hollow walls to a pair of sensative ears.
Mustering some determination from her panicked mind, she wripped her hand away from the wall as if she just touched a burning fire. The visible energy disappeared from sight, but remained inside. She could feel the power clawing at her fragile barriers in an attempt to harness the energy at her disposal. The power pleaded with her consciousness for the taste of freedom from the miserable confines of the human body. Evelyn was curious about the surge of power, to witness what she would do with it, but her mind held greater authority over the immense energy.
The door to her room burst open, the light from the hallway illuminated behind the masculine form, casting a dark shadow over the familiar face. The cloaked stranger stepped forward and Evelyn could feel the hooks of uncertianity claim her wracked mind. She snapped her eyes closed, believing she was just experiencing another nightmare that was not her true reality. The floor creaked under the bulky weight of the intruder as he gradually made his way to her. Her eyes remained closed, her mind struggled to control the power that was growing irritated with her stalling of pathetic barriers of authority which crumbled on contact with the energy.
"I heard you scream. I'm here to help you." The deep voice assured her with a gentle tone as a hand covered with calluses brushed the top of her head, letting her know he was in front of her and not to be frightened.
Her eyes popped open, her head tilted back to stare up at her rescuer who was Logan. His dark eyes bore into frightened blue eyes, damp trails of past tears decorated her high cheekbones as her full lips parted to mutter a reply to his explanation. A sharp pain stabbed Evelyn's core, her hand gripped her chest as she lost the way to breath properly. Logan placed a concerned hand on her shoulder, a carnal instinct consumed his mind with a need to protect this new woman he hardly knew from a potential danger he could not see, but sense. An agonizing surge channelled through her body, sending her figure into convulsions as the energy exploded from her trembling figure, her eyes paled to a steel grey, consuming the warm blue that was once there. Energy envoloped her body, the power threw Logan through her bedroom wall and crashed him to the wood flooring in the hallway. A small cut sliced his forehead as he smacked the ground with great force.
"What's happening to me?" Evelyn screeched, her efforts put into attempting to control the new power were drained. The energy encircled her body with a black haze, her eyes clouded with fear as the power ate at her consciousness, rendering her in a weakened state to be easily conquered.
