My Life, My Hell
Chapter 1: She's a Lady
The school bell rang, the sound resonating off of the class' walls. Students fanned out of the room like a tightened pack of rats escaping from the sewers. Kurt chuckled as he watched them, picking up the papers from their desks. Evelyn sat in the plush chair that the blue man usually occupied, watching him silently.
She regarded his laugh for a moment, but quickly returned to a seemingly emotionless persona. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but quickly closed it as if deciding against it. She enjoyed the silence more than the chaos called noise. She did enjoy watching Kurt pick up, though. He didn't make much noise, except soft, rhythmic steps and soft breathing along with the shuffling of loose papers. It was a calming atmosphere.
"Are you ready to grab some lunch, Fraulein?" Evelyn blinked slowly and gazed upwards at the German's golden eyes, tilting her head. "All right." She stood from the comfortable chair and grabbed her messenger bag, slinging it over one shoulder.
"You did a very impressive job of playing Delilah. Your improvisation is amazing." She listened to his praise and responded with a gentle smile. He was the only one who received her smiles, so he felt like he was special.
It warmed his heart whenever she let him see the warmer side of her frozen personality. "Evelyn, why is it that you do not speak much?" This question was more of curiosity and wonder than a true need of knowledge. "Because, I prefer silence to words." This response baffled Kurt, which he portrayed in a slight tilt of his furry head. "Actions speak louder than words, you mean." "In a way, it's complicated."
"You're speaking now, however." She gave him another smile, this one holding a slight cunning to it.
"Because you asked me to."
Evelyn was sitting on top of the marble counter in the kitchen, watching the older X-Men bustle about to get their lunch. It was oddly amusing to watch them. You'd think that it would be a tangle or a mess, but they actually had this wacked-out way of looking organized from sheer repetition.
She tilted her head, crossing one leg over the other. Kurt looked up from his food while he sat at the table to glance at her without her noticing. She was like a vampire, pale and lovely in a way that was frightening. At times, he couldn't help but stare.
Perhaps it was the fact of her ethereal appearance, since he had many an encounter with the occult. Another reason was that she was so alluring, looking like she did. Or, he could just be attracted to her because she was smoking hot, despite her obviously cold demeanor. Who knew? Well, it seemed like everyone else but him and said temptress.
Everyone saw Evelyn visibly jump as the microwave beeped, letting her know that her lunch was done. She popped open the accursed, beeping device of pure doom and took a warm can from its threshold. She poked a hole into the small can with her thumb and stuck a straw through, drinking it casually as she hopped down from the counter.
Kurt couldn't help but smile at her flippant attitude toward everything, including the ongoing stares of her co-workers. They thought she had problems, that she was strangely beyond compare, but he knew that she was actually very sane.
She had many quirks to her, that's all. It was just her aloof gaze with her cold, icicle eyes that unnerved most people. Even Kurt could admit that she startled him the first time he saw her eyes looking into his, like she was trying to freeze him from the inside out. He quickly realized that she was merely asking for a kindred soul, someone to share her beautiful mind with. A confidant, a friend.
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Flashback:
One Year Ago, Xavier Mansion. Beginning of New Term.
Kurt was sitting in the kitchen, chatting nonchalantly with Kitty as she explained the events of her date with Piotr. He had a smile on his face as she explained the movie they saw with her hands, visibly freaking out at the scary scenes.
"Then, like, it was all 'I'm gonna murder you and stuff. Use your entrails as a thread for my new clothes.'" "I see." came the amused reply from the blue mutant. "Hey, Kurt, have you seen the new girl that Emma brought in? She looks kind of creepy. Like she's never seen a pool in her life." Kurt clicked his tongue and looked at Kitty. "Sorry, fuzzy, but she does. She's pale, like a vampire or something."
"A vampire? Interesting." She scoffed, but smiled nonetheless. "Come on, Casanova, let's go meet your little Vampire Bat of Love." "Ach, don't say it like that, Katzchen." This was answered with Kitty rolling her eyes with a giggle at his discomfort.
After being dragged through a countless amount of walls, stairs, vents, and who knows what else, they spotted a petite young woman walking outside. She was holding a black umbrella that was decorated with matching lace, giving her a gothic look. She seemed to have sensed them, because she quickly turned to face them, her eyes seeming to pierce through Kurt's soul.
He tensed involuntarily, but he returned back to his regular self before he even registered it. She fully faced the both of them now, her head in a slight tilt, as if saying: 'I'm lost, however I do not want to be found. How did you two find me?' He knew the look well. The look of peace and contentment. The look he had whenever he just looked at the sunset from the trees.
He smiled and reached his hand out toward her, bowing like a gentleman. He half-expected the pale beauty to cringe and back away, but she took his hand like he was a normal man offering to guide his lady through the park. He smiled, standing fully to look into her eyes. They were the same color, cold and cruel, but now they held a gentleness that was hidden. A treasure.
He was a swashbuckler at heart, a pirate, a rogue and intended to dig up that treasure. As if hearing him, she smiled slyly at the cunning, blue mutant, promising the challenge. This was going to be quite fun . . .
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He followed her back to the classroom, where she sat on the desk. She sipped on the straw slowly, enjoying the warmth in comparison to her cold body. "Fraulein, are you ready for the last class of the day?" "Am I ever ready, Kurt?" His body tensed.
He wasn't used to her saying his name in that voice of hers, the voice of cold warmth. The confusing voice that she only spoke to him in. "N-nein, but you manage, Fraulein." His tail twitched, snapping him out of his state. He sighed and sat in his chair, beginning to grade papers. She leaned back, laying herself on her back to look at him from an upside down angle. "You should make a pirate movie. You'd play a mean Jack Sparrow copy."
He laughed and poked her forehead with one finger. "Really?" "Yes, really. You're not cut out to be Orlando Bloom. You're more of an Errol Flynn meets Johnny Depp. You know, the works." Her enigmatic smile was contagious, as he found himself flashing his pointed fangs in an entertained grin. "Oh, why is the rum always gone?" he quoted. "No, no. You're more of the 'Jar of Dirt' scene kind of Sparrow." Her joke made his eyes widen as he mock-gasped. "I beg your pardon." "Pardon given."
He smiled softly, leaning over her to lean closer to her. "Copying Spider-man now are we? Aren't the both of you rivals?" "Just the real one. The movie Spider-man is no match, but he does know how to make a kissing scene." "As if, you're missing the rain, and I'm no Kirsten Dunst." He moved his head back, and his cheeks now flushed violet.
"So that's how Smurf blush." she commented, smiling once again.