Disclaimer: See first chapter. Also, I don't own any Anne Rice novels, but my mom does. So Anne Rice lawyers don't sue. They don't belong to me, okay?
Author's Note: Thank you people for reviewing! I'm glad you like it, and I'm glad you're not bored. I would have written this sooner, but I had a burst of inspiration for new stories. I know that it's not much of and excuse, but it's true! Plus, I added a new chapter to Demon in my View, my other X-men Evo fic, and I made a new stories under my friend's pen name, Anubis, for "In the Forests of the Night" (long story). Newayz, I'll shut up now and let you read the story.
I hated my situation. My past mistakes kept me from making any friends with the X-men, letting them understand my complex personality. I wanted to let them know that I was capable of caring for another person, that I was capable love, believe it or not. But I didn't want anyone else to get hurt from the bad luck that seemed to radiate from me. Unfortunately, my tough exterior had weakened, and I was spoiled from all the attention I had gotten from the Brotherhood. I began to long for companionship. Rogue was the only one who didn't seem afraid of me now. I know that it's because of me that the other X-men never go near my door, if they can help it. All I had was Rogue, and even she was a bit uncomfortable around me. She usually brought me dinner, when Ororo didn't want to bother with it. I had enough manners in me to thank her, but I always felt I owed her more. She was the only one who seemed to understand my need for privacy. The only one who used to live with the brotherhood, before she found out they had tricked her. I hadn't heard that side of it, but I still held a loyalty to them, even after learning some of their devious past. After all, I had a pretty devious past myself. There was a silent understanding between Rogue and me. She knew I didn't like it here, and longed for the freedom of the Brotherhood. But that was impossible. They would never take me back, not after letting Scott live. So, after a while I started inviting her in while I ate. I would avoid questions about my past. Most of the conversation would be about her, and the happenings of the outside world, meaning outside my room. I didn't want to get close to anyone, not now, not ever, but I was lonely.
But this one particular night, Ororo had brought up my dinner and left without saying anything but a soft "your welcome". I was finishing up my dinner and my newest Anne Rice book, "The Mummy or Ramses the Damned", when I heard a faint sound outside my window. I rolled off the bed, trying to make as little noise as possible, placing the worn book on the nightstand beside the bed. I had read it countless times, and was in the part where he brought Cleopatra back to life. So, feeling a bit jumpy, I walked carefully to the balcony. I tried to avoid the creaky board under the oriental carpet, and walked out onto the small, white balcony. The chilly New England air confronted me. The sun was just setting in the west, and only faint bands of color could be seen over the treetops. It hadn't been as spectacular as the night before, but it, in itself, was beautiful. Pale blue sky melted like the wax of a candle to form a bleeding of orange and purple. The sun was just a bright ball of orange in the distance, and clouds had pink lining instead of silver. The dark sky of the night was still fighting to regain control of its territory, pushing the gentle colors and burning orb over to the other side of the earth.
I watched the faint sprinkle of stars begin to sharpen, poking through the black sky to create the shadows that ruled the night. The moon was only beginning to rise on the other side of the house, but it was beyond my view. I would only be able to see it when the tall grandfather clock in the foyer struck one in the morning. I felt a smile tug at my lips involuntarily. Even Mother Nature wouldn't let me see the beauty of beginnings, only the sad glory of the end. I stood near the edge, leaning my weight on the railing, listening to the crickets' chirp out sweet melodies to comfort the stars. Any thoughts of burglars and such were pushed to the edge of my consciousness, and I just enjoyed the feeling of living in this calm world. The wind rustled the branches of the oak trees, making the shadows writhe in the gentle moonlight. I walked back to my warm room, cherishing and despising the feeling of security. I closed the full-length glass windows, and drew the curtains to cut off the night. I pulled off my shoes and my bell anklet, leaving the socks. I was trying to be as quiet as possible and tiptoed out the door leading to the hallway. It was only eight o' clock, but the others, excluding Rogue, had gone to some senior's party. I walked silently down the hall, and stopped outside her door. I considered knocking, but from the sounds of her loud music, she wasn't much in the mood for company. I walked past, and tiptoed down the stairs. I couldn't shake he feeling that I was being watched. Which I was. The five cameras that were posted around the grand foyer were still on and functioning perfectly as far as I knew. The moonlight glinted dully off their plastic surface, and a red blinking light pierced the darkness every few seconds. I wasn't sure why Professor Xavier put all the cameras up. You figure a house with two telepaths and a wolf man would be enough security. But I didn't care too much. Whatever rocks his boat. I made it to the front door without meeting anyone, and escaped my confines to the scatter of trees to the left of the mansion.
I walked quickly until I was hidden among the branches and foliage. I pulled off my socks and enjoyed the feeling of the muddy ground and leaves under my feet. The sweet smell of moist dirt and living plants filled my being and numbed my mind. I felt a deep longing for the freedom of the forests where I lived after my damnation from the Brotherhood. It wasn't the best life when I lived it, but I now know I had something better, something closer to my nature. But it was gone now. One crazy deed and I was once again on the run. I was stuck in a mutant hell, where I can't be free and I can't be happy! But such as my miserable life. I walked through the scattered trees, oblivious to the sounds of the crunching of gravel as Scott and the others pulled up the driveway. Which was a bad move on my part. I wasn't watching where the car was going, and I didn't see the people jumping out of the vehicle. I ignored the yells and shouts that they all emitted, as I climbed swiftly up on of the few cypress trees. I was oblivious to the sounds of a tiny explosion, and never noticed the faint odor of brimstone in the air. I only knew that another person was near me when he appeared next to me in a cloud of purple pink smoke. I yelped, and jumped to the ground quickly. I landed on my feet, but the impact locked my knees for a moment. I leaned against the tree, trying to slow my heart and catch my breath as the pain from the fall dulled. Oh I hate it when they do things like this, I thought. I looked up to see the outline of a very fluffy elf looking creature, staring down at me, his feet swinging idly.
I glared at the invader, and ran back to the house without a further thought, leaving my socks. I heard him laughing behind me, and calling for me to come back, but I ran on, ignoring his giggling pleas. I ran through the open door and took the steps two at a time. I had to escape all the people. I ran past Scott and Jean, past Kitty and Evan. I raced to my room, and slammed the door shut. I stared at the wooden structure that protected me from the horrid X-men, almost daring anyone to knock or enter. I stood there, chest heaving, braced for anything and everything. Nothing happened. The door remained shut, and I slowly eased my tense muscles. I stood up straight and stretched, reaching for the ceiling. I turned around, and noticed for the first time I wasn't alone. A dark form slouched in the corner of my room, hidden in the shadows. But that didn't bother me. I knew who this person was. I would know him if he were in disguise. I had memorized his figure, and the aura he gave off.
"You!" I cried, and watched a slow grin spread across his face.
Sooooooo, do you like it? Just to let ya know I'm requesting three reviews to continue this. I feel a little sad. I hardly get one for each chapter lately, and I need to know if anyone reads this, okay?