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Summary: X-men Twilight crossover. The last few hours of her first school day.

[Person's personal thoughts]

Other character's thoughts

Projected thoughts from OC

[Projected or strong personal thoughts]

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End chapter 3

Rogue's final class of the day was P.E., but thankfully , the coach didn't make her dress in. Instead, she told her where she needed to pick up her uniform and let her sit in the bleachers while the class played indoor soccer together. [Great, just what I need. A class that requires lots of contact. Even Danger Room sessions were better than this. At least they were fully clothed, and usually freakin' solo.]

"Hi Marie!" Rogue groaned inwardly as she heard the boy from earlier today call out to her. Forcing a smile, she replied "Hey Emmett; you skippin' the workout today?" as she walked, or more trudged, over to where he was sitting, backpack in hand.

"Nah, I don't join. I have a heart problem." He said this with a smile, almost like it was an inside joke. [If only I could have had that kind of confidence about my, 'skin' problem.]

They were quickly joined by the blonde that she had seen him with this morning, who introduced herself as Rosalie and also claimed a heart problem. She too, had the strange golden eyes. [I wonder why Edward is so different – the rest of their family has these eyes, but his are more like Sabretooth's than Mystique's.]

"So what brings a Southern bell like you to a town like Forks, Marie?" asked Emmett. Rosalie appeared totally uninterested as she sat behind him, laying her head on his shoulder in a very affectionate manner. Rogue's eyes burned, but she refused to cry. [Bobby and I should be like that. We should be happy right now. ]

"My parents passed away, and Ah decided Ah wanted to live with family, so my Uncle Charlie took meh in." This was the lie she had been using all day, after all, there was a major gasp in time she failed to mention, but her voice still broke as she recalled how kind it was of Charlie to take her in, and how horrific her parents' death had been. Only Charlie knew that there was a significant gap between their deaths and her arrival, and she intended to keep it that way.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. Are you enjoying Forks so far?" he seemed nice and genuinely interested, so Rogue answered as honestly as she could.

"It's not home, but it feels okay." [Nothing is as home as Xavier's was. But I can't got back there, ever.] She shook her head, "It is kind of cold though, but Ah'm getting' used to it."

Emmett and Rosalie laughed, a beautiful harmony that Rogue tried to cherish while it lasted. "Yes, I'll bet it is much cooler here. But you are lucky, the summer is warmer, and sunny." He seemed to linger on this note for a while, so Rogue took it as a dismissal and grabbed her journal.

She made sure Emmett was distracted [I wonder if anyone will ever love me like that again?] by Rosalie planting kisses along his neck and upper back. [God they look so in love.]

She started doodling, and ended up drawing Forks high school, only with a barbaric appearing outer fence, and armed guards at the entrances. Without realizing it, she had drawn the whole hour, and at the end, only had a Nazi death camp to show for it.

"You certainly do have a hand for art, Marie." Rogue dropped her journal and jumped as she heard a sing-song female voice far too close to her ear, to her bare skin, and scuttled away on the bleachers hyperventilating. Rosalie looked amused and then blank in the face as Rogue caught her breath.

"Thank ya Rosalie. Oh look at the time; Ah guess Ah'd better get going. See ya tomorrow!" Grabbing her bookbag and without looking back, she ran out the gym [Why can't I get over this fear of people? I know I'm not dangerous anymore. I'm cured.]

Rosalie laughed to herself as she watched the obviously frightened girl run away, and noticed the neglected black notebook. She picked it up with curiosity and began to flip through it, noting the variety of languages and several different and distinct handwriting styles, but much to her dismay, Emmett grabbed it from her and snapped it shut. She pouted. "Now Rose, it isn't polite to invade someone else's privacy, no matter how entertaining they are."

"But Emmett, don't you find it the least bit interesting that her drawing was an exact replication of the Auschwitz Camp entrance?" [Something is very strange about her] she mentally added on, though he couldn't hear it.

"Rose, leave it be. Not all humans are perky and happy. Let's go to the car before Edward decides to leave us again though." [Besides, I want to ask him what he got off of her today. What is going on in that head of hers?]

Rogue rushed to the administration office to drop off her paperwork, and then headed in a half-jog, half-walk to the emptying parking lot. [I just want to get out of here.] It surprised her that a day that started off so dull ended with more close calls than she cared to recount.

I believe you forgot something Rogue

[What is it Erik?]

Where is the journal?

Rogue paused mid-stride, then slung her pack over her shoulder and started looking through it for her journal. [Oh fuck. That will raise some questions. Where did I leave it? Is my name even in it?]

Rogue started to panic and ran back towards the gym. As she swung open the door, she came face to face with Emmett and Rosalie. [Great, just who I want to see right now.] She forced a smile "Hi y'all. Excuse me, but Ah got to go get somethin'" she blurted out quickly, trying to get around them.

She squeaked at the hand on her arm. Calm down Rogue. You can't hurt him anymore; besides, you're wearing sleeves.

She took a deep breath and looked up at Emmett, but before she could say anything, he produced in his other hand the dark moleskin-bound set of papers she was missing. "Did you leave this, Marie?" he asked, his penetrating gaze seeming to question her about more than just the notebook that was obviously hers.

"Oh. Uhh, well thank ya Emmett. Ah was worried Ah'd lost it." She quickly snatched it from him and stuffed it deep into her pack. [Erik how could you let me forget that. What if they read it?]

My entries are in Polish, Rogue. I doubt these two could even identify Poland on a map - they seem a little too interested in mapping out each other. You are fine.

[Your entries may be in Polish, but not all of theirs are.]

Emmett watched as Rogue's lips made minute movements, almost as though she was speaking to herself. He looked to Rosalie, who nodded indicating she, too, had noticed the odd behavior. He cleared his throat to get Rogue's attention.

She briefly looked annoyed before she blushed deeply and shook her head. "Oh sorry about that. Ah musta spaced out for a second. Anyway, thanks again. See y'all tomorrow!"

She bounded back out the gym door before they could stop her.

"Rose...?"

"I know Emmett. Let's wait to talk about it until we return home. Okay?"

Rogue made it to her truck and headed back to Charlie's [Back Home].

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While Rosalie and Emmett made their way towards the shiny Volvo at a pitifully human speed, they noticed Alice and Jasper were in a heated, vampire-speed discussion.

"She is too suspicious, Alice. She was extremely cautious around all of us today."

"Jasper, just because I cannot clearly see where this will end up does not mean that I cannot read her like any normal person. You are wrong; she isn't a threat."

"Brother, sister." Emmett said softly but firmly, "Let's continue this discussion at home, not in a public parking lot." Rosalie was already getting into the backseat, and the four quickly sped away, towards the Cullen mansion.

Esme and Edward were waiting for them in the living room as they arrived.

[She is too dangerous]

[She was so strange today – why was her voice constantly changing?]

[I've never been around someone with so many emotions, but she hid them as the day went on. I couldn't even feel her in the parking lot.]

[Edward, I am sorry about this morning – I didn't see that reaction.]

Edward nodded his head towards Alice and smiled, to show that he heard her and didn't blame her for the holes in her foresight. Esme unnecessarily cleared her throat, "So I take it you had an interesting day at school children?"

"She could be a threat Esme. This new girl – she is too cautious of us, and too hard to read."

"Eddie, did you get a read off of her this morning before trying to rip her throat off?"

"Emmett" shouted both Rosalie and Esme.

"No 'Em-bear', I didn't. I could have been too far away, but I don't think that was the case. Jasper what do you think?"

"I cannot get a clean read off of her – she reads like she is at least 5 different people."

"Jasper, you cannot make that kind of a judgment. She acted fine around me, a little touch-shy, but not like a threat."

A Mercedes pulled into their driveway then, and stopped just short of the house. Carlisle was in on the argument less than 2 seconds after his car engine died. Seeing the tense faces, some downright murderous, that he walked in on, he stepped into the center of the circle of vampires, and in a calm voice, asked his wife, "So, what did I miss?"

After the situation was explained, the Cullens and Hales debated for hours as to what should be done, the final decision was made, by none other than Rosalie.

"Let's just leave this pathetic human girl alone. She seems suicidal anyway - her journal was so morbid - I am sure she won't be around for too long anyway. If Edward, Jasper, or any of us for that matter get a more clear indication that she is learning too much, we will deal with it then. But this debate has gone in circles for hours, and I would like some time with my mate before I have to fling myself among a bunch of hormonal adolescents." She practically growled out the last sentence, making everyone but Emmett take a swift step away. The two flew up the stairs, indicating their role in this debate was over for now.

"Edward, dear, will you be able to handle yourself at school tomorrow?"

Edward looked to Carlisle and Esme, who were both thinking the same thing, though only Esme had voiced the question out loud. He nodded slightly, "After all, how can I let some 'pathetic human' keep me from my life. I wasn't expecting it this morning – I am sure I will be better controlled tomorrow. I am hunting again tonight before classes tomorrow just to be sure." He looked to his parental figures for approval, which they both gave after only a slight hesitation, and then left to hunt.

[I don't need to hunt though. If I desensitize myself to her scent, she won't be so hard to be around. Maybe I will be able to read her if I et close enough.]

Without realizing it, Edward's direction switched away from the North - Eastern-ly direction that would have led him into the Olympics, and ventured back into Forks, and right into Chief Soulieau's yard. Bella's truck and the cruiser were both their, and a quick check to his senses told him the chief was already asleep, as was the human girl. [Marie]

Rather than proceed right inside, he walked to the girl's truck instead, opening the unlocked door and inhaling deeply. Her scent was already starting to fade, but a faint magnolia, steel, and woodsy smell permeated his nostrils. Venom pooled in his mouth [maybe this was a bad idea].

"No, no"

The sound was faint, but Edward's exceptional hearing picked up Marie's distressed cries. He circled the house, and finding her window, let himself in, only too find the girl squirming as though she was being tortured. He tried to read into her head, but couldn't hear anything from her. Her cries worsened.

"Please stop, please, NOOOO." With a bloodcurdling cry she sat straight up and ripped her pillow in half, her mouth wide open in now-silent scream as tears poured from her eyes and down her face. Edward moved out of her line of sight, and further into the shadows of her room, observing her shocked state before a knock on the door broke her from her revere.

"Anna? Are you okay in there honey?"

Obviously flustered, she furiously wiped her face of her tears, cleared her throat and replied in a shaky and soft voice, "Sorry for wakin' ya Uncle Charlie. Justa 'notha bad dream. Go back ta sleep. Love ya."

Hearing him sigh and turn down the hall, she breathed a sigh of relief and took in her surroundings, not noticing the completely still statue occupying the corner of her room. Staring at her destroyed pillow's remnants, her breathing and heart rate became more steady and slowed to the point that Edward thought she had fallen asleep, except for her still-upright posture.

She slide out of bed and walked over to her bookbag, pulling out a black, moleskin book and returned to her bed. Edward watched as she sketched the Statue of Liberty, up in flames and crumbling down. She didn't fall back asleep, and Edward didn't leave.

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end of chapter 4