Disclaimer- I do not own X-men or Twilight. Desiree and Izzy are my original characters.
Author Note- Hey! So so so sorry it took so long to update, thank you so much for the reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter and PLEASE keep reviewing!! They really do help me continue writing, I'll be working on Chapter 10 immediately. There will however be a large time skip coming up. I don't know if it will be chapter 10 or 11, but be on a look out for One-shots that happen throughout the missing years.
Chapter 9- The Truth
Desiree stood on the top of the step stool in the kitchen that Esme had bought just for the small girl. She stood next to her grandmother and watched closely as she put several ingredients into a bowl. The two were spending the day together while everyone was busy. Carlisle had to be at work earlier that morning. Alice and Rosalie had left to go shopping, dragging their husbands with them as far as Esme knew. Alice had asked Desiree if she would have liked to go, but the girl declined, knowing what her mother was like on a shopping trip. Edward was around, Desiree knew this but didn't want to bother him. So Esme had offered to bake cookies with Desiree, and the young mutant happily agreed.
She stood on the stool, her hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She wore a small apron with flowers on it Esme had made for her. Desiree smiled up at Esme and paid close attention to what she was doing. As soon as Esme had everything in the mixing bowl she moved it in front of Desiree and stood behind her Granddaughter. "Hold the mixer like this sweetheart" Esme told her and put her hand over Desiree's small one. She turned the mixer on and Desiree's giggles immediately filled the air. Esme laughed with the small girl.
As Esme placed the cookie dough on the sheet and Desiree watched her closely. The two turned at the same time as they heard the door open. "We're home!" Emmett's voice boomed and immediately Desiree looked at Esme who go the girl a small nod.
"Go ahead sweetheart." she said with a laugh.
Desiree leaned over and kissed her before jumping from the stool. "UNCLE EMMY!" she exclaimed and ran straight to him. He picked her up and spun her around. "Yay! Ah missed ya!" She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Daddy and Mama here?"
"Yep, they sure are, and we brought someone to see you." he said.
"Doll!" Izzy's voice echoed through the house and Desiree let out a loud squeal making Emmett wince and put the little girl down.
"Izzy! My Izzy is here!" she exclaimed and ran to him, the two friends hugging each other tightly. Esme walked out to see what all the excitement was and smiled as she saw the two children together. She could see Desiree's entire face glow with happiness as she spoke with the only person she remembered from her past. "Grandma was letting me make cookies!" Desiree turned to Esme. "Can Izzy have cookies?"
"Of course sweetheart" Esme said with a smile. "Why don't the two of you go play video games until they are ready, I'll call you when they are done"
"Ok!" Desiree said as she took Izzy's hand. "Uncle Emmy has cool games!"
Izzy paused a moment and glanced at Esme. "Thank ya ma'm" he said with a smile before disappearing into the other room with Desiree, their laughter could be heard very clearly.
Esme turned and looked at her children. "You can not just bring children here on a whim. Where are his parents? They could be looking for him and we are not the easiest to find. You know this." she said looking at the four of them.
"He ran away from his foster home" Rosalie said. "When he heard that we had Desiree he wouldn't stop asking for her and even followed us. I couldn't say no."
"Its just for a little while. We will take him straight home after he visits with Desi." Alice offered. "He just wanted to make sure she was okay, and nothing we said would work."
Esme looked between all four of them, knowing their intentions were only good. "Only for a little while and you take him back immediately, you understand. If you ever want to bring him back here we need permission from his guardian" Esme sighed. "Go make sure the two stay out of trouble."
Xavier's Institute
Remy sat next to his daughters body, his elbows resting on the table she lay on, his head in his hands. He had been there since they had come back from the south, after they had discovered the bodies. He couldn't believe that his daughter was gone. She was so young, and he had failed. He had failed as a father in protecting his child. "I'm sorry petite…I'm sorry" he sobbed as he sat in the completely silent room. He looked up towards his child's face and that was when for the first time he noticed something. Remy stood up and moved over looking closer at her right shoulder. "Dat bastard…" he said angrily. "Dat fuckin' bastard" Remy pressed the intercom. "Get down 'ere" he ordered, and before long the team had entered the med lab. "Dats not my child…" he stated.
Anna looked at Remy with shock on her face. She never expected her husband to be in denial about their daughters death to the point where he claimed it wasn't even her. "Remy, sugah.." she started to say but watched as he gently turned the body over on its stomach. "What are ya doin Remy?"
"Dat bastard cloned our daughter" he said and lifted up the hair revealing marks on the back of the neck. "I've seen dis before when I worked f'r 'im. All da Marauders 'ad dese marks. Dats how y' knew dey weren't da real ones. An'…she don' 'ave her birthmark." He said. "Dats how ah knew…she 'as no birt' mark…instead she 'as dese…" he said pointing to the bite mark on her neck.
"He has the same.." St. John said after checking the body that looked like his son. "So..they did this to trick us? They didn't want us going after them. Oy'll kill 'em."
"Now the question is where are the real kids?" Jean Grey said. "Those children are still out their somewhere. We need to find them. I will go try cerebro once more. Emma, could you assist me?"
"Yes." Emma simply stated. Usually the two didn't get along, but the White Queen knew that if it came down to her children missing, she would need the help as well.
As the group left the room the eyes of the small boy opened. What were once blue were now red. He sat up and looked around the room as if being controlled by someone. He slid off the table and moved to the girls body. "Wake up." he said. "Its time" The small girls eyes opened then, her eyes unchanging from the red on black. They moved quickly and silently through the home, still in their dirty beat up clothes. The boy led the girl outside and soon they were let loose into the neighborhood.
When Dr. Hank McCoy moved into the medical lab again he stopped in front of the two tables. "This could be trouble…" He said to himself before setting off the intruder alarm. Over the intercom his voice remained calm. "We have a situation, remain calm and go to your rooms. Nobody is to leave the building, we are going on lockdown." he said. "All X-men report to the war room immediately"
As they gathered in the war room they wondered what was going on. It was unusual for Hank to call for a meeting in the war room. "We have a situation. The bodies are missing." he stated with ease. All the people in the room remained silent unsure what to say. "We are aware of their appearances but we do not know what Desiree and Izzy…"
"Do not call them that" Anna said. "They are not our children."
"My apologies Anna. These clones, we do not know what they are capable of. We need to be careful when searching for them, they could be…"
"What did the marks on the neck look like?" Logan asked speaking up for the first time.
"Very faint crescent moons" Remy told him. "Dat what y' saw St. John?"
"Aye…not very noticeable less y' really lookin'…" John answered. "Why?"
"I saw a lot of this durin' the Civil War" He started.
"Your showing your age again Wolverine" Bobby Drake said with a slight laugh trying to brighten the mood, but instead was immediately smacked on the back of his head by his wife, Emma. "Ow…"
"Stop showing your idiocy Robert and just listen." Emma glared at him for a moment. "Continue Logan."
"We had a lot of good men killed durin' the war, and some weren't from gunshots. From what I heard there was a woman trying to make an army of Vampires."
"You have got to be kidding me Logan" Warren Worthington III said crossing his arms. "An army of Vampires? Is that why the North won the war?"
"Ya can smell the death on 'em. Not very strong but its there for someone who has my kinda nose." Logan growled. "The heartbeats not there, they don't gotta breathe. Most vampires ain't stupid enough to stay around humans."
"What are you saying Logan?" Scott Summers asked from his spot across from him.
"The ones that didn't disappear were drained of blood, they were bit and had marks on 'em like those kids had" Logan said.
"Are you trying to tell me that those kids are vampires?" Scott asked.
"That's exactly what I'm sayin'. If we're dealin' with vampires its gonna be trouble. They got them higher ups that take care of business if things get out of hand. Ya know how this place has a set of rules? Vampire world has 'em too."
"How do you know this?" Warren piped up again.
"Cuz the bitch bit me once and not even I completely healed, that venom ain't weak bub." Logan stated. "Can barely see it, and the venom didn't change me cuz of my healin'. but it sure left its mark. She never came after me again."
"How did you find her?"
"She killed one of my men during the war. Only years later I saw him alive, couldn't get to him though because of her. He had been one of the best soldiers, went up in ranks quick, good at makin' strategies, had a good head on his shoulders. Hated havin' to make that visit to his family."
"So he'd know a bit about what we're dealing with if we are dealing with Vampires" Kitty Pryde spoke up. "We can start looking if you have a name. I have the skills to find practically anyone. Even if they aren't online, I can see if they have gone places, if you have a picture I can scan it and find anywhere he's been by hacking into systems."
"I'll start lookin' for something."
"Give me a name and I will start looking as well" Kitty said with a smile. "Finally something I can do to help."
"Jasper Whitlock" Logan said simply and left the room. He moved upstairs to his room where he knew he had information that was needed. He pulled out a medium size box and within it a set of journals tied together. He soon pulled out a set of pictures and looked through them. Several of them included him with the young soldier and he shook his head. The memories of the war had come back not long ago, and these had helped quite a bit. He remembered the boy specifically, and that he guided him quite a bit. He looked at him almost as a son. When he had received the young recruit, he knew he had lied about his age, and felt that he should protect him. That was what he had done, until the day he was killed.
He remembered that they said he had deserted them, because there was no body when Logan had gone back. The feral mutant had known the truth though. He knew that the boy had been taken from them, and that he would have never abandoned them. Taking one of the pictures he moved back to the basement and tossed the picture on the table. "Call me if ya find anything. I'm goin' to look on my own" he stated and left once more.
