Author's Note: This took me forever to type up. Not only was my muse missing for a insanely amounts of time but also I was mad busy with starting to go back to Art and Design College (which is a hard form of college) and leaving work for college, plus beta testing for Pottermore. But after receiving some reviews the past months, I felt it was time to kick back and start this chapter up again. So as some of you are finding this while getting your afternoon break or the few just waking up I hope this brightness your day. The Azazel/OFC way.
The Usual Author's Note: This is my first Azazel, but my 2nd X-men series of any form fan fiction. I wrote a Victor Creed story in the past but it didn't work so it became a discontinued item. So this story will start with a simple beginning story, which will hopefully form into a multiple chapter story.
Ok also the main part of this story, this will be in every chapter so reader's can know more of why the story is written.
Azazel is a teleporting mutant that looks like the devil, to the very tail himself and without horns.
He's Russian so he'll speak with an accent. I've done research and based on other Azazel stories, he is of Russian descendant.
I don't know he true age because he doesn't have an exact origin but based off of the X-Men First Class movie it took place in the year 1962 near the Cuba Missile Crisis and the actor is Jason Flemyng is 44 so his age will be in the late 30's or of early 40's depending when this chapter comes to an end. Also due to the time and year the movie is based, Azazel will not have super aging genes.
If you read Wiki's version of him, you'll see that his only lover is Mystique and wanted to produce a prodigy, later known as Nightcrawler. This will not happen in my story but Mystique will make in appearance at some point since this story is based off of the X-Men First Class movie. But with more of a prologue Origin story that is my own.
Song is by Stone Sour BTW. Don't want Corey to come and hunt me down for not dedicating them. Though I wouldn't mind him chasing me. XD
Chapter 2 – Little Supernovas
Moscow, Russia – 1945
It has been a hard five years here in Russia. And Moscow alone got hit the worst when it came to the rising of World War II. I knew that Germany and the United States got affected greatly, but the soviets were always on the line prepared for battle. Like most times when were in war, food and previsions are limited. All our metals and high-end foods such as sugar and wheat when in to the soldiers funds that never seem to end.
I lost my best friend five years ago when he basically got banished and was sent away for what most humans call a freak. I haven't seen Azazel since that night long ago. And when I awoke the next day, my parents told me his family moved him to an undisclosed location. His parents still stayed here in Moscow but due to the levels of mutant rising they kept their status so cleared, they acted if their son wasn't even born. Their status was very important to them since his father was a minister of the church and his mother, a preacher's wife, couldn't live with the fact that their son took the form of their greatest fear to the Religious world.
(A/N: I am an Atheist, while studying the works of the Church of Satan (for a research paper in college), just to let everyone know and had no Roman Catholic schooling since about 8 years ago, so if I miss anything or said any untrue things about Christians, I'm sorry. I don't mean to disrupt the Christian scriptures; I'm just going what I still remember from my youth.)
It was nearing the end of January, and I would be able to celebrate my 18th birthday soon. (Remember, Rosa was nearing 13th when the prolog ended and Azazel just turned 13 so he'll be 19 in this chapter.) I, like many other girls dream for this day to come when I was younger. The day we would reach our full adulthood and our parents would help us find selected suitors to be with us and become one day, our husbands. For me that dream ended when Azazel left. I was in love with him and he and I hold many secrets. Like the time when he was a naïve boy of eleven and he kissed me after seeing his friends, who were older than him, do it and wanted to know what it was like. Being ten and my first kiss, I thought he was crazy and had cooties. But looking back now, I am happy he was my first kiss. Even if it was a naïve one, least he did it first.
Lately, when I had finished high school, I have been working in my parent's market shop that they owned. Everyday felt like someone kept on hitting the rewind button than play and my life would be on repeat. Every single day. Not a day goes by that I would think of Azazel. Both in his human body and they way I saw him in his new demon form. But I didn't see the outside of him like everyone does. I only saw the inside, the inside I knew that was my friend. As I slowly worked in the shop everyday, I felt like I was dying and that I should give up on ever seeing Azazel again. But I couldn't. Any little speck that I would see that reminded me of him, he would always appear back into my mind. Like if he teleported inside my head.
Over time I wondered what happened to Azazel. Wondered if he was even alive. It wouldn't be until this winter's night I'd find out that night.
It was cold as the snow brought a blizzard. Bringing Mother Russia another white blanket of cold and chill. I was snuggled beneath the sheets and sewn patched quilt my grandmother made me many years ago. My thick cotton nightdress only keeping me warm for a few minutes than my body relaying on the fabrics on top of me to ad in my need for heat. But that's when I felt it again.
A presence had been seemed to following me all week. Especially when I'm alone. I would think the figure was watching me but by the second I turned my head to see who was watching me, no one was looking back. The figures passed by me all the same. Their heads were down and trying to get away from the cold winter's storms. I didn't know what to do; the feeling was still creeping up on me. It was making me want to crawl so deep under the covers and pull the blanket over my head as a child would do when their scared of the monsters in their closets. But I knew that trick wouldn't work this time. One, I was eighteen and not 5. Two, the presence was so thick and hard, if I even moved the wrong way it might be my end. But since the presence was so strong, my body and mind couldn't take it anymore. I slowly turned my head as I let my body slowly awake to the night. But when my eyes shifted to the right, seeing further then what I imaged, what caught my eye something unreal. When I saw the figure, it startled me beyond my imagination.
There, the figured presence that kept me at bay for all week was real. But so real, I didn't want to believe it. Apparently I wasn't scared of him, even though in the light moonlight of the snowy bless outside that peeked through my opened curtains. I could still see him clearly, though half of his body, face in all was clouded by the shadows in the other side of the room. I took one extreme slow look over of him. I could tell it was male due to the small amount of facial hair he had around his upper lip to below his chine. The low white glow showing his dark black pin straight glossy hair that feel to his shoulders. He was tall and lean, almost if not a bit over six feet tall. He was at least taller then most Russian men I know whom barley hit 5'11". What startled me even more was his red face, the skin color continued down his neck and probably to the rest of his body. I couldn't tell by his hands since they were clasped behind his back in a solders' stance but his yellow eyed gazed still burning into my soul.
I gulped, my saliva shoaling down my throat as I straightened my back against the headboard of my bed. BY hands grasping the blanket in fright. I didn't know what to do since I lost my voice, and couldn't scream for my parents to help me. I was more afraid of what the male could do to me then what he looked liked. I heard many horror stories of females getting attacked in the dark nights and never were the same again. It's when he started to advance towards me that I got more scared. His full body became clearer in the snow moonlight. If him just advance a little scared me, I'd be scared shit-less practically for what he might do next.
"Please, don't", I whispered in a whimpered voice I clutch the blanket higher to my self near my neck. My eyes wide and glossy, tears almost spreading. Some how my voice managed to spend this almost mouse quite plea. He raised his right hand, which was as red as the skin on his head, from his back out to me, palm down as a way to calm me down a bit. And when he opened his mouth I heard it slowly. "Rosa?" He almost questioned. My name slipping from his teeth as I could see the white fanged teeth. Not all sharp to be beastly but more than the top teeth to be vampire like.
"Please don't", I whispered.
"You don't remember me?" He said it in a quite hurt voice.
"I don't know you." I said as he was saddened by the hurt in the words.
"Please think Rosa, please remember my Rosa." He said in sadness. He slowly moved away from the shadows of the room, his hand reached out, palm down as if to show now harm. But that's when I saw it. A sharp red, spear like thing behind him, it made me want to crawl under the covers more, but I leaned more up to the headboard as if to stand straight. He moved closer to me, still the hand facing down, as he chanted slowly and softly, 'please Rosa, please'. I got a closer look at him. The clothes he was wearing were all dark, practically black against his red skin. A button up long sleeve dress shirt tucked into a black Dockers pants with a matching black pyramid sliver spiked belt that was buckled loosely against him, defining his lean waist. But when he moved closer to me I notice the red spear connecting to a long red rope like item, and that's when I realized, it was more than attached to him. It was his tail. I was staring into the face of a deviled creature, but I also remember I knew someone who was exactly like him. Only seeing him five years prior. I did what my voice could only do and it was no longer 'please or don't'.
"Azezel."
"My Rosa." He said in a relieved voice. As he came finally towards me and sitting on the bed as my hands dropped the blanket. His voice was thick with Russian, as his arms encircled me in a protective embrace. My arms went around his chest and back as the tears that I've held forever started to freely fall. I shuddered as he rubbed his hand up and down my head his other arm holding my waist tightly to him. I didn't feel hurt or pain, only warm that his body was encircling me with.
It felt like we stayed in that position holding each other forever. But it wasn't forever.
He slowly pulled away from me, but still had his hands around me, but or fronts weren't touching anymore. He moved the hand that was on the back of my hand to the side of my face. Rubbing the tears along my eyes dry but still made my cheeks moist. He slowly smiled at me while I did the same. He brought our heads together so our foreheads were touching, but our mouths were inches apart. It brought me back to the memory when we were eight and we kissed from a dare a friend made us do during recess on school day. But now, as we grew older somehow I when I remembered Azazel, I grew more on an attraction too him. It's just the question if he grew that same attraction.
He took the arm that was holding my waist around so the hand attached can match the opposite of my empty check. Azezel than leaned in closer but our mouths still barely untouched. But he then slowly spoke, "Please" he whispered, afraid that any louder, he would break me. I slowly nodded my head, but the littlest movement up and down, was all he needed as he closed the gap between us.
It was slow, but a good kind of slow. Our mouths finding each other for the first time in our adult lives. His mouth was warm as she slowly kissed me, I raised my hands closer together to hold him tighter. It was a moment I didn't want him to go. But even with all my strength I knew he could teleport away. I just didn't knew at the time, that if someone was holding him, they would be teleported as well.
He pressed his mouth a bit harder after the first breaks of air; a pressure that I didn't know existed. I moaned at this, and that was when he took the opportunity to slide his tongue gently against my lips. I gasped in reaction, but he took as the sign for a forward movement and pushed his tongue into my mouth. What I thought felt, aliened, I wanted so much. I watched to many movies were lovers kissed this way and kissing with Azezal in real life; bet any films passion into another dimension.
I moved my arms to around his neck as the kissing intensified. Which then he took imitate action by moving his arm back around my waist and hand behind my head, cradling it. Azezal then pushed his body on top of mine, my legs shifting as to hold his, as we made out more. His chest to mine, as I'm sure he could feel the excitement that my breasts were producing near the tips as a felt a warm hardness near his groin. I whimpered a bit but he still continued as his teeth scrapped away from my mouth down lower. He kissed and licked my chin to my neck were he explored all over. As soon as he teeth started scrapping against my neck, I heard the door jiggling opened.
Azezal must have heard it too, because he quickly lifted his head and whispered, "I'll be back soon". And with on final kiss he disappeared in a cloud of red and black smoke.
The smoke cleared quickly enough in time for my dada to come into my room. "Everything in alright here, I heard muffling?" he said.
"It's nothing, just a dream." I said trying to cover my previous actions with my banished friend.
"Alright now, just go back to sleep, darling." My father said to me. I was old enough now not be coddled by my parents. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight father." I said as he closed the door. All I could do was lean back into bed, feel my lips that were still warm from our actions and look out the window, watching the quite snow fall, as my eyes rolled back into a dreamless sleep.
Waiting for Azezal to show up again.
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Ok I'm going to stop here on to this chapter, I wanted to add a little more but the way my mind was typing this chapter, it decided to change chapter 3's layout with this instead. ** Happy Thanksgiving peeps, I'll be writing my 3rd chapter sometime during the weekend. I plan on getting about 3-4 chapters into this story probably before Jan. 2. And once it hits Jan 2, they will come out as they happen since I'll be back at school. **
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