Chapter 3

Wouldn't You Like To Hit That

2015, New York

Next morning, Cassandra was woken up by someone obnoxiously knocking on her door. "Go away!" She yelled to whoever was disturbing her sleep. When the knocking continued, she decided to telepathically see who it was. When she saw it was Scott, she rolled her eyes. Great, the first thing I see when I wake up is Scott. This is going to be a bad day. She groaned and turned her head to look at the closed door. "What do you want, you brain-damaged asshole!?"

"Professor wants to talk with you!" He yelled, unnecessarily loud, through the door.

Cassandra groaned and checked the clock on the bedside table. 7:12, it's too early to be alive. "Great." She whispered to herself while rubbing her eyes. "I'll be out in fifteen!" She yelled back at him.

Scott was waiting for her for about twenty minutes when Emma showed up. He narrowed his eyes when he saw her, although she couldn't really see it behind his shades. "What are you doing here Scott? Have you decided to play creep with our newest guest?" She asked him with a smirk.

Scott's eyes narrowed even more. "Sage gave us some interesting information about her last name, so professor wants to talk with her. I'm waiting here to lead her to him." He told her flatly.

Emma raised her eyebrows. Damn it Tessa. Why don't you mind your own business for once? "Did she now? And what 'interesting information' did she give you?" She asked without losing her smirk.

"Don't play stupid Emma…" He started to talk, but stopped once the door to Cassandra's room opened.

When Cassandra opened the door and saw Frost and Summers standing in front of it, very close to each other, she raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, hello there." She made it a point to look between the two of them. "You know, if I didn't know better, I would think you two were whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears." When she said that, Scott's eyes visibly widened and he took a step back.

Emma cleared her throat before she spoke. "Well, as interesting as this conversation is, you'll have to excuse me." Before she left, she sent a telepathic message to Scott which Cassandra just so happened to overhear.-Very subtle, Scott, very subtle.-

While Scott was glaring at the retreating Emma Frost, Cassandra gave out an appreciative whistle. "Wouldn't you like to hit that?" She asked him with a devilish smirk.

Scott glanced at her, then cleared his throat. "Let's go, we've kept the professor waiting long enough."

He was silent as he led her through the corridors, but that was fine with Cassandra, seeing as she doesn't really like him. So, she walked with him and remained silent, like a good girl she's pretending she is.

When they got near a set of double doors that probably lead to Xavier's office, Scott suddenly stopped walking. When Cassandra noticed this she stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at him. "How do you expect us to trust you when you left your last team to die?" He finally asked a question that was nagging his mind since yesterday.

Cassandra rolled her eyes. Not this shit again. "I never said I expected you to trust me, or did I?" When he didn't answer her, instead choosing to silently glare at her, she rolled her eyes again. "I did what I had to do in order to survive, if some assholes died because I did that, well, that's too bad, but it's not my problem." She finished with a loud, cold voice.

Scott's glare intensified tenfold. "How can you be so cold about this? What you did is unforgivable and just plain wrong."

Cassandra smirked at him. "Wrong? What are you, five?" Her smirk grew when he clenched his fists. She crossed her arms and continued talking. "Is that one of the effects of your brain damage? Along with your stupidity and not being able to control those lasers coming out of your eyes, do you also have a mentality of a five year old?" She shook her head in fake sympathy. "I mean, it's bad enough that you can't control your powers and that you're royally stupid, but you're also… mentally disabled."

Scott clenched his fists even harder, so hard they turned white, and Cassandra almost laughed. I think I was pretty gentle, I could have crushed his spirit in a thousand different ways, yet I chose not to. Let no one say I don't have any mercy in this hot body. Cassandra thought with more than little amusement. Before she could say anything more, the door to professor's room opened, and he came out eyeing them warily. Seems like the good old Professor has been thinking about becoming a Peeping Tom.

He smiled at her, even though he still looked a little wary. "Why are you two just standing there? Come in." He said before wheeling himself back inside. When they entered the room professor indicated for Cassandra to sit on one of the uncomfortable looking chairs, the offer that she refused, deciding instead to lean on the wall with her arms crossed, eyes closed, and with the smirk adorning her lips. "So, how are you feeling this morning?" He asked with a pleasant smile on his face.

Cassandra decided to amuse herself instead of answering his question. "Seeing that rather large table, I would be worried you have someone under it giving you a blowjob. But…" She briefly opened her eyes to glance at Scott. "… seeing as how Scott is in my field of vision, and he's obviously not giving you a blowjob, I suppose I shouldn't be worried." She opened her eyes, a little longer this time, to see them glaring at her. "Is that the reason I felt all that sexual frustration coming from your wife? You spend too much time with the professor that you can't find the time to satisfy your wife?" She opened her eyes again to see Scott's face is all red from anger, and Xavier has closed his eyes while shaking his bald head. "Or is it simply that you don't know how to satisfy her?" After she said that she closed her eyes again, smirk never even left her face, and she waved a hand as if to dismiss the question. "Never mind, whatever the reason, I plan to remedy that." After she finished, her face completely changed to the one of cold indifference, to Scott and Xavier it looked like this is a completely different woman. She shifted her now open and cold eyes to Xavier. "Now that we got that out of the way, why am I here at this ungodly hour?"

Xavier was completely taken aback by the woman's sudden change of… well, everything, she turned from teasing and insulting to cold and serious, however after a couple seconds he managed to shake himself out of his daze enough to talk. "Well, one of the members of the other X-men team gave me some interesting information." He paused to check her expression and saw the same knowing smirk she wore yesterday in the conference room. "She told me that you share the last name with the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. So, do you care to explain that?"

Cassandra's eyes narrowed at him, and he thought he saw some true anger in her eyes, but it disappeared far too quickly for him to be sure, it was instead been replaced by the already familiar smirk. "How much do you ask for one or more of the girls to be in my bed by tonight?" She watched as an incredulous expression showed itself on Scott's and Xavier's faces.

It was Scott who slammed a fist on the table and yelled at her. "How dare you even ask something like that!? This is not a whorehouse!"

Cassandra smirked at how red his face was. "Now, now, no need to get riled up." Then she turned towards him and narrowed her eyes. "You know, the way you said that gave me an impression that you have something against prostitutes." She said in a scolding tone. "You know, they have to eat too, and there you are, hating them for the way they are earning money." She shook her head. "Have you ever heard a prostitute saying your job is stupid, pointless and delusional since humans will never accept us mutants and will forever try to eradicate us?" She looked him in the eyes, or shades rather, but Scott was too stunned to speak. "See? You never heard a prostitute say that. You know why? Because they are not as judgemental as you are. I like that about them, that's why my first real girlfriend was a prostitute. Ah, Sabrina, what a wonderful and kind woman. She's probably learning to walk right now."

When professor cleared his throat to get their attention both Cassandra and Scott turned to look at him. "We're moving away from our main topic, so I think we should return to talking about that." He said with what he hoped was a pleasant smile, but it's rather hard to stay pleasant next to the woman who, by the looks of it can't remain serious for longer than two seconds.

"You're right." Cassandra replied with a nod. Xavier sighed at relief. That relief disappeared quickly when he heard her next words however. "So, how much?" She asked with a grin. When she saw two pairs of eyes glaring at her, she raised her hands in defense. "Hey, that's a valid question. You sold that little spy to Shaw, right?" She then paused to tap her chin, like she was thinking. "Actually, you gave her to him for free. And she was a teenager back then, right?" When they saw her grin again, professor and Scott flinched because they just figured out that her grin is a bad news. "So, how about those five identical girls? I had sex with a good number of twins before, but I've never…"

Xavier stopped her before she could finish her sentence. "Sage was sent to Hellfire Club as a spy and…" He started to say before Cassandra cut him off.

"And she had to lose her virginity to a disgusting and sadistic businessman, and she also had to have sex with other disgusting and sadistic businessmen and crooked politicians." She smirked when she saw him shift in his chair. "Did you know that she will never have a lover because of what was done to her there?" She raised her eyebrow.

She wasn't going to say anything about this because she thought the girl was spying on them because she wanted to, but she might have took a trip through the good professor's mind last night, while he slept. What she saw in there turned her distrust of him into pure hatred. He trained the girl to be a spy for a couple of years. She lived here, in the Mansion, but was kept a secret from the other X-men. When he told her about her mission, to spy on Shaw, and what she would have to do, she was reluctant, but he used his 'generosity' by giving her a place to live and keeping her feed to guilt-trip her into selling her body for him. There are very few things that disgust Cassandra; among those things, but not necessarily restricted to them, are unfair treatment of women, rape, forcing someone to sell their body and dicks, both in literal sense of the word and men who could be called dicks. What Xavier did to the little spy might be counted as the first and the third thing, might as well count it as a rape too, and he's a dick. There's also a small possibility that he has a dick.

She saw a couple of other things that don't sit well with her, but she'll take care of those later. For now though, she's going to remain a relatively nice girl.

Xavier shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. "Sage saved a lot of lives while she was in Hellfire Club. And I'm sorry to hear about that second thing, but everybody has to make sacrifices to complete our goal."

Cassandra smirked. Exactly the answer I've been expecting. "Your hopeless goal, you mean?" She raised her eyebrow. "Yes, everybody has to make sacrifices. Well, as long as it isn't you, right?" Her smirk was replaced by a frown when Scott jumped out of his chair. He was about to yell again, but she casted a one word spell that took away his voice.

Scott was trying to yell, but all he could do was open and close his mouth, when Xavier noticed this, he turned to look directly at Cassandra. "What did you do to him?" His voice wasn't angry, it was more amazed.

Cassandra glared angrily at Scott. "I hate being interrupted. I will return you your voice later, but next time, I'm going to take it away permanently. Am I clear?" She said everything in a loud and cold tone. When Scott simply glared at her, she smirked. "I'll take that as a yes." She then turned to Xavier. "Now, that that is out of the way, what was your question?"

Xavier wanted to ask more about her powers, but he gave up and returned to the original reason they were here. "What is your relationship with Selene Gallio?"

Cassandra nodded her head. "Well, our relationship was kind of complicated, but here are the basics. I was her adopted daughter and occasional lover."

Xavier's eyes widened almost comically and he sat up in his wheelchair. "She forced you to have sex with her?" He asked in a disgusted tone.

"What? No! She isn't you!" Xavier narrowed his eyes when he heard her say that, and she smirked. "I chose to have sex with her. I mean, have you seen her?" She whistled appreciatively. "She looks pretty good for a 17.000 years old woman." She then laughed. "Hell, she looks pretty good for a twenty years old woman, as well." She finished with a smirk.

Xavier cleared his throat to get her attention, since she seemed to have disappeared in her own world. "So she didn't force you to sleep with her?" When she rolled her eyes at him he nodded. "Alright that would be all." When she started going toward the door he called out to her. "Could you return Scott's voice now?"

Cassandra sighed, as if what he asked of her was a chore. "If I have to." Her eyes flashed red and then she continued to leave the room.

Scott was glaring at the door long after Cassandra left, until he heard professor talk. "She could be very useful." He then closed his eyes but shook his head. "But she seems more interested in insulting us than anything else." He sighed.

Cassandra was walking through the corridor to her room when she suddenly stopped and telepathically checked if anyone's near. When she was sure no one was close enough to see her, her eyes flashed red and she became invisible. Now would be a good time to silence Xorn. We wouldn't want him to get an idea to become a snitch and tell everyone about Esme. She smirked at the thought.

2023, France

A nine year old Cassandra was sitting in front of a piano, playing it with her eyes closed. She looked rather different than when she was eight, not in the physical sense of the word, but, rather, her mannerism was different. She seemed more graceful, more mature, and her presence alone seemed to command respect from people who are far older than her. She was wearing a red sundress and had a slight, almost unnoticeable, smile on her face.

When she heard someone clearing their throat she opened her blue eyes that didn't hold that childish innocence within them, anymore. Rather, they were more educated, colder. When she turned around, she saw an unfamiliar middle-aged blond man standing there with a superior smirk on his face. She looked him over and decided that he wasn't a member of her mother's cult. Or if he was, he wasn't local, because if he was a local member of the cult, he would bow before her, not stand in front of her with than annoying smirk.

She didn't bother hiding her annoyance at being interrupted from him when she spoke. "What do you want?" She asked in an irritated tone.

He laughed, he actually laughed, at her. Cassandra gave him a death glare with her, now completely red eyes. Too bad the man had his eyes closed and didn't see her glare, for if he did, it would scare him into submission. When he opened his eyes the glare has disappeared and was exchanged with an irritated look. He approached and kneeled down so he could look her in the eyes. "This isn't a place for kids, why don't you and I go and find your parents so they could take you home. We wouldn't want some sicko to come and have his way with you, would we?" He laughed as he leered at her.

Cassandra closed her eyes, shook her head and sighed. Great, one of those. She thought to herself. "Listen, you sick pervert, I don't have time for you and your stupidity, so why don't you run along." She waved her small hand in dismissal then she turned around to continue playing so she missed his sick glare.

He grabbed her hair roughly and turned her around so she was facing him. "Hey, you little bitch, no one talks to me like that!" He yelled at her face, making her bring her hand to her face, to clean it of his spit. "Do you know who I am?" He whispered. When she gave him a cold emotionless look, he repeated the question. "Do you know who I am, you little bitch!?"

Suddenly, her eyes started glowing red and he started choking. He moved away from her, like it would save his life but the choking didn't stop. Cassandra would have choked him to death had she not heard her mother's voice coming their way. She stopped choking him just before Selene entered the room along with Cassandra's piano teacher.

When Selene entered the room and saw Ronald in there along with her daughter her eyes flashed red and she narrowed her eyes at him dangerously. Until she entered his mind and saw what happened, that is. She was still pretty angry, but she was also proud of Cassandra for the way she handled the situation.

When Cassandra sat up from her chair and ran up to hug Selene, you would think that she is the cutest child ever. If you didn't see the pure terror she instils in people around her that is. "Mother! You're back!" She said sweetly into the hug, hoping she appeared innocent enough.

Selene laughed at her adopted daughter's fake innocence, but she didn't comment on it. Instead, she chose to run her fingers through the girl's hair. "Yes, I'm back. What have you been doing these last weeks?" She asked even though she already knew. The girl has been doing nothing but studding and satisfying her sadistic urges by… playing pranks, let's call them pranks even though what she's doing is far more painful, on the occupants of this castle-like structure. Honestly, the way she's acting, she could have been Selene's real daughter.

Ronald who was silently staring at Selene and Cassandra with wide, fearful eyes finally spoke. "She… she's your daughter?" He asked, pointing his finger at Cassandra.

Selene silently nodded while Cassandra gave him a devilish smirk knowing that something seriously bad is going to happen to the blond pervert. He audibly gulped and then nodded with a shaky smile on his face.

Selene turned to Ronald, still running her fingers through Cassandra's hair. "Why don't you go to your room? I'm sure you're very tired from the long plane ride from New York." Selene was in the New York for the last couple of weeks since she had some business to attend to at the Hellfire Club. She met Ronald there and thought he might be a powerful ally since he has a big influence in the Hellfire Club and he might be a valuable ally. But killing him and seducing his daughter, who will get a membership after he dies, will work just as well.

Ronald simply nodded and went along with the maid who just walked into the room. When he left Cassandra disengaged from Selene and smiled sweetly. "Have you brought me anything from New York?" Cassandra asked as she looked at what her mother was carrying. She didn't have anything in her hands and she wore her Black Queen uniform so… Perhaps… Cassandra thought as she glanced at the thong Selene was wearing, but quickly shook the idea out of her head.

Selene laughed at the seemingly innocent question, last time she brought her a doll, only to find out it came to life and attacked one of her teachers. It was amusing to watch a small plastic doll trying, and succeeding at beating a grown man to death. "Yes, I did. It's in your room, why don't you go and play with it?" As soon as she heard this, Cassandra ran out of the room. When she was sure she left, Selene turned to Cassandra's teacher, who was just standing there silently, her hands crossed behind her back. "How do her studies go?"

"Very good, I think her favorite instrument is piano. And…" She was cut off by Selene.

"Yes, yes that's very nice." She waved a dismissive hand. "But I was wondering about her poison lessons."

The woman cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I haven't started teaching her about poisons yet." When she got a glare from her mistress she quickly started defending her reasons. "Mistress Cassandra likes to use what she learns to torture her teachers so I…"

Selene laughed at the fear the woman showed. The fear that Cassandra will poison her. Now, Selene doesn't appreciate the fact that this woman failed to do what she was ordered to do, but her reason was rather amusing.

When she turned back to look at the woman she smirked and her eyes started to glow red. "Now, you listen to me, I want Cassandra's poison to be in Ronald's wine for the dinner. If Ronald lives to see another day, I'm going to take that as your failure as a teacher. And you know what happens to failures, don't you?" She asked as her hand roamed the woman's curves. When she got a nod, she turned and left the room, making the implication clear. If Ronald survives, she dies.

A/N Well, that was another chapter.

As for the question of what earth this is, it's mostly AU but the what happened with the X-men before Cassandra came is mostly Earth 616, however the rest of the world around them (I'm going to write more fanfictions about this same word, where Cassandra will make cameos) is way different than any marvel universe.

So follow, favorite and review, and if you are going to review please write what you think about Cassandra so far, I'm going to make her an anti-hero that leans a little more toward the villain side, since she's going to make a lot of threats, blackmails and other things.