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Xavier and Lovestone
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The hours seem to pass slowly in the mansion. The Professor spoke with Gina, giving her the news about her father, telling her that he was not the man she was hoping for. Her face went paler and paler as she was told of how her father treated the gloved woman named Rogue. How could she be of the same blood as he. Xavier saw her hopes and dreams slowly fade away as she heard her father had gotten away from the jail cell he was kept in and that no one new where he was.
"I guess I am alone." The angel whispered looking up with those sea green eyes of her's. Her wings fold softly to her back, as she sat in a backless chair that Charles had placed in their just for her. It was more like a foot stool that have a small bar that came to rest agist her lower back, her wings resting upon it.
His hand came to rest upon her own, his mind lightly touching her, petting her to let her know that she was not alone. His eyes told her what his words could not. She was safe here, she was welcome here. He cared that she was sad, he wanted to see her happy. A small soft smile moved upon her lips. Not a 'thank you' was spoken but it was there, not a 'welcome' was stated but it was there as well. No words were need for these two, their eyes did all the talking.
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The witch, the big kitty, and an angel.
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Willow watched the large man, tilting her head to get a full view of him once in a while. "Hmmm"s and "mmmm"s came from the witch as she though of something to do. Creed just merely watched her wondering what she was about. He didn't know what she was but he saw her eyes go black a few times as she spoke in words he couldn't understand.
"Hey gril!" He growled as he moved towards the froce fled. "What in hell are ye doing?" His amber eyes stayed on the red head, she was a sexy little thing, he could smell no male upon her, a female yes. Maybe she was gay. Thoughs of two girls doing it ran though his mind as he smirked he wold love to see that, would love to feel that, maybe he would if he could only get out of here.
Gina walked in right after Creed yelled at Willow, "Now, now Mr.Creed that isn't a nice way to speak to a lady." She smiled at Willow and set froth on ingoreing the growling Sabertooth. "How is everything going?" She asked the witch.
Willow looked up at Gina her eyes were jus t coming down from being dark, she smiled at her old friend. "Well, I think, I mean. I had to replace the demon's name with his, but he is demonish isn't he." The two girls shaired a giggle as they looked a growling man.
~Demon~ Creed thought to himself, he wasn't a bleeding Demon, though the was goin gto make them bleed, shairing at Gina, he felt her power, she remind of someone he could see it in her eyes, someone he used to know, pressing as close as he could tothe bars/froce fild the little red head bitch put in place he studies the angel. Yes, those eyes.. Magnteo.
Willow looks towards Gina "Why is he looking in at you like that?" Her voice was almost flat but still carried the note that the witch used when ever she was worried about something.
She knew what his thoughts were, they were plan as the anger in his eyes, the anger that bruned deep with in his soul. She almost wanted to set him free, let him see that she wasn't like her father. A step forward was stoped by the Willow's questioning voice. Shakeing her head, tring to get rid of the pain, though that was like trying to cut herself in half. "It's nothing luv, he's just tring to get to me is all, though it is not going to work." A smrik ligthen the angel's face.
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Spike and Logan
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"Are you tellin' me that she's been with a vampire before?" Logan asked as he slowly lowered his beer. He was starting not to like Spike. They were going after the same person, the same hot little slayer. He had learn about Faith's little trun around, maybe he would go find her. But right now he just wanted to learn about sexy little number Buffy Summers.
"That's right mate, my bloody grand-sire.. The bastard." Spike mumbled as he took a drunk of the beer in front of him. He was likeing his Logan person. They got to talking about everything from the slayer to the little tiny flowers that grow just out side, mainly they talk about that because Jean was in the room. He could tell the wolvien had feelings for the red head.
Logan just shook his head this wasn't what he wanted to hear, though he knew that she would have some kind of past, but it seems every guy the gril was with wasn't to human and ended up hurting her. " I'll be damned," he mumbled as he watched the vampire trun in his seat to look at the ice box, no dout wondeirng if there was more beer.
"Well, your not the only one," Spike Laught a bit, he was the only that was ture. Spike was more damned then any one else he knew. He had loved many but few, Dru, that one girl vampire who was all mouth, God..He didn't want to remember her, then Buffy. Yes, his beloved Slayer he only wished that she would undrestand his feelings and retrun them. Though that was most likely never going to happen.
"Want another beer?" Logan asked as he moved to the ice box, looking at Spike who seemed lost in thought.
"Sure why not, I don't got any where to go." Spike answered as he sat back in his chair, his mind starting to fade from the slayer to the taste of the beer.
(Sorry for the wait, I will be getting more out soon.)
Xavier and Lovestone
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The hours seem to pass slowly in the mansion. The Professor spoke with Gina, giving her the news about her father, telling her that he was not the man she was hoping for. Her face went paler and paler as she was told of how her father treated the gloved woman named Rogue. How could she be of the same blood as he. Xavier saw her hopes and dreams slowly fade away as she heard her father had gotten away from the jail cell he was kept in and that no one new where he was.
"I guess I am alone." The angel whispered looking up with those sea green eyes of her's. Her wings fold softly to her back, as she sat in a backless chair that Charles had placed in their just for her. It was more like a foot stool that have a small bar that came to rest agist her lower back, her wings resting upon it.
His hand came to rest upon her own, his mind lightly touching her, petting her to let her know that she was not alone. His eyes told her what his words could not. She was safe here, she was welcome here. He cared that she was sad, he wanted to see her happy. A small soft smile moved upon her lips. Not a 'thank you' was spoken but it was there, not a 'welcome' was stated but it was there as well. No words were need for these two, their eyes did all the talking.
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The witch, the big kitty, and an angel.
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Willow watched the large man, tilting her head to get a full view of him once in a while. "Hmmm"s and "mmmm"s came from the witch as she though of something to do. Creed just merely watched her wondering what she was about. He didn't know what she was but he saw her eyes go black a few times as she spoke in words he couldn't understand.
"Hey gril!" He growled as he moved towards the froce fled. "What in hell are ye doing?" His amber eyes stayed on the red head, she was a sexy little thing, he could smell no male upon her, a female yes. Maybe she was gay. Thoughs of two girls doing it ran though his mind as he smirked he wold love to see that, would love to feel that, maybe he would if he could only get out of here.
Gina walked in right after Creed yelled at Willow, "Now, now Mr.Creed that isn't a nice way to speak to a lady." She smiled at Willow and set froth on ingoreing the growling Sabertooth. "How is everything going?" She asked the witch.
Willow looked up at Gina her eyes were jus t coming down from being dark, she smiled at her old friend. "Well, I think, I mean. I had to replace the demon's name with his, but he is demonish isn't he." The two girls shaired a giggle as they looked a growling man.
~Demon~ Creed thought to himself, he wasn't a bleeding Demon, though the was goin gto make them bleed, shairing at Gina, he felt her power, she remind of someone he could see it in her eyes, someone he used to know, pressing as close as he could tothe bars/froce fild the little red head bitch put in place he studies the angel. Yes, those eyes.. Magnteo.
Willow looks towards Gina "Why is he looking in at you like that?" Her voice was almost flat but still carried the note that the witch used when ever she was worried about something.
She knew what his thoughts were, they were plan as the anger in his eyes, the anger that bruned deep with in his soul. She almost wanted to set him free, let him see that she wasn't like her father. A step forward was stoped by the Willow's questioning voice. Shakeing her head, tring to get rid of the pain, though that was like trying to cut herself in half. "It's nothing luv, he's just tring to get to me is all, though it is not going to work." A smrik ligthen the angel's face.
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Spike and Logan
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"Are you tellin' me that she's been with a vampire before?" Logan asked as he slowly lowered his beer. He was starting not to like Spike. They were going after the same person, the same hot little slayer. He had learn about Faith's little trun around, maybe he would go find her. But right now he just wanted to learn about sexy little number Buffy Summers.
"That's right mate, my bloody grand-sire.. The bastard." Spike mumbled as he took a drunk of the beer in front of him. He was likeing his Logan person. They got to talking about everything from the slayer to the little tiny flowers that grow just out side, mainly they talk about that because Jean was in the room. He could tell the wolvien had feelings for the red head.
Logan just shook his head this wasn't what he wanted to hear, though he knew that she would have some kind of past, but it seems every guy the gril was with wasn't to human and ended up hurting her. " I'll be damned," he mumbled as he watched the vampire trun in his seat to look at the ice box, no dout wondeirng if there was more beer.
"Well, your not the only one," Spike Laught a bit, he was the only that was ture. Spike was more damned then any one else he knew. He had loved many but few, Dru, that one girl vampire who was all mouth, God..He didn't want to remember her, then Buffy. Yes, his beloved Slayer he only wished that she would undrestand his feelings and retrun them. Though that was most likely never going to happen.
"Want another beer?" Logan asked as he moved to the ice box, looking at Spike who seemed lost in thought.
"Sure why not, I don't got any where to go." Spike answered as he sat back in his chair, his mind starting to fade from the slayer to the taste of the beer.
(Sorry for the wait, I will be getting more out soon.)
