Chapter 17
Thanks to all those who gave me suggestions. I thought they were so good
I'm going to try and use all of them of the course of this story. And who
knows, it could lead to a sequel. Let's hope! ^_^
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Dixion arrived at the mansion just as the streetlights began to flicker on. As she entered the door, she could feel the warmth and security of family. However, something was new. There was an excited charge to the air.
Rogue came skipping down the main stairs in a very Kitty-like manner to greet Dixion. "Yah never gonna guess what happened?"
Rogue's actions were beginning to frighten Dixion. But she thought it best to humour her friend. "Remy proposed?"
"Iah wish," Rogue laughed, "but it's just as good. Remy's staying with us. His gonna be ah X-men."
"That's great Rogue. I'm happy for you." Dixion's desire for her bed grew by the second. "If you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
"Yah can't yet. Along with Remy, some other gal turned up here. Xavier wants us to do the welcome party thing." Rogue grabbed hold of her companion and dragged her toward the living room.
The living room was full of chatter and excitement over the new arrivals. The girls were immediately overtaken by it. But it soon quieted when Xavier entered followed by Remy and a girl in a bright yellow trench coat.
"As you all know, Remy has been spending time with us lately and as it turns out shares more in common with us then most. I hope you can all welcome Remy and help him get comfortable here.
Along with Remy, we have another new arrival. This is Jubilee, and she has come to us under. an unfortunate situation. I hope you can all make her comfortable as well. It's about time for dinner, so Jubilee if you will follow me."
The crowd of teens followed Xavier toward their dinner. All except Kurt, who stopped to talk to Dixion.
"Vhat's wrong? Not hungry?"
"Nah Kurt. I'm not feeling too well, I'm gonna go to bed. Give Jubilee my best."
"Alvight. Night Dixion."
"Night Kurt."
Dixion slowly made her way up the stairs to her room. Her room was filled with yellow light as she opened the door. It was plunged into darkness again when she closed it behind her. She stripped off her clothes as she made it to her bathroom for a hot shower. Dixion came back out wearing a long, black silk kimono, feeling clean, refreshed and ready to climb into bed. She moved slowly through the dark to her window and pulled back the heavy curtains to open the glass doors.
"Was wondering when you would finally get home." Stated a smooth voice from the shadows of the balcony.
"We all can't move as fast as you, now can we?" Dixion smirked, leaning against the doorframe.
The blonde came out of the dark, his hair glowing in the moonlight. He looked Dixion over and had to stop himself from drooling...or passing out. He finally got a hold of himself and returned her smirk. "What? Not going to invite me in?"
"If you haven't noticed I'm not really dressed for a guest. So you can just run your blonde butt home so I can go to sleep."
She moved back and began to close the door, but he put up his hand to stop her. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong with you?" Pietro asked, all humour gone.
"I'm tried and I want to go to sleep." She tried again to close the door, but he moved forward, opening it again. "Fine. Whatever, I give up." She let him enter before closing the doors again.
The moonlight slipped across her floor, illuminating only a strip that crossed some of her bed. When she moved out of the light, Pietro lost sight of her until the movement at the end of her bed caught his attention.
He smirked and moved toward the bed. "Room for two in there?"
There was silence, and then Dixion's kimono lay on the floor at his feet. "No."
She relished in the feel of the sheets against her naked skin. And she wasn't about to give it up, even for Pietro. She was just feeling sleep close its arms around her when the bed shifted under his weight from behind her. She pulled the sheets around her tightly, keeping her back to him as she mumbled: "Didn't I tell you no?"
"I'm not doing anything. Just gonna rest my eyes."
Swearing under her breath, Dixion rolled over carefully holding the sheet to her chest. She stretched out her arm to push him off the bed, but froze as soon as she touched him.
Under her hand came the warmth from his naked chest. She felt a pull deep within her body but tried to ignore it. Getting control of herself, she slid her hand back, but Pietro quickly seized it in his grip.
He pulled her toward him and she was pressed tightly against his side. "Not trying to get rid of me, are you?" he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her back.
"Actually yes. So you can put your shirt back on and." she trailed off as Pietro's arms went around her and he snuggled into her, kissing her neck.
"And what...?" he whispered before kissing her deeply.
Dixion's blood was burning while she was shivering. She had to get a grip. She broke the kiss and slowly moved back across the bed. "Pietro this isn't going to happen. Not now." She held the sheet tightly to her, feeling it was her only protection.
Pietro looked at her silently. His eyes captivated and frightened her at the same time. Dixion's heart thumped in her chest. She held her breath.
Then he looked away. Dixion let out the breath in a silent rush.
Pietro moved to the end of the bed, scooping up Dixion's robe and handed it to her. She slid to her side of the bed, turning from him and slipping the robe back on. She made sure to tie it tightly.
"I'm really sorry...," he mumbled, not looking at Dixion.
"It's alright, just don't..." Dixion trailed off again as Pietro turned back looking at her. His smile froze her blood.
"I'm really sorry," Pietro repeated, moving forward and grasping Dixion's wrists tightly. "But I have to do this."
Then before Dixion's widening eyes, Pietro's white blonde hair disappeared and was replaced by longer dark hair. His muscular body was replaced by a feminine one, gloved in black. Dixion now sat frozen in front of Principal Darkholme.
Before Dixion had a chance to take a breath to scream, Mystique's hand was clapped over her mouth. "Shhh, now you wouldn't want to do that. My friend over there doesn't like screaming. Well, unless he's causing it."
Dixion followed Mystique's gaze and screamed against the restraining hand on her mouth.
Standing just inside the glass doors, was a demonic looking figure. He stood at least 8 feet tall with shaggy hair covering his large body. His face was obscured by shadows, but Dixion could see his mouth full of long, sharp teeth, turned into a gruesome smile.
Mystique roughly dragged Dixion off the bed by her wrists, and flung her toward the fiendish shape at the window.
"Take her back to Magneto." Mystique hissed, "And let me finish my work."
As Dixion was pulled back into the shadows of the night, she saw Mystique's figure transform again. Then, there standing in the meek light that came from the window stood Dixion's twin. An exact copy of herself.
Dixion's mate turned toward her original, and smiled coldly. "Don't worry about Pietro; I'll take care of him."
Suddenly pain blossomed over the back of Dixion's head and all went dark. ***************************************************************
10 minutes later...
Pietro decided to turn in for the night. Nothing on the TV, the guys were just too boring tonight, and it didn't look like anything was going to happen tonight.
The phone rang beside him.
"Maybe I spoke too soon." he muttered, picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Pietro." A smooth answer from the phone.
"Dixion?" 'What is she doing calling me so late?' he thought.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you would come over. I'm feeling really lonely." She replied readily.
'Ok, I am having trouble breathing right now. Did she just say that?' Pietro tried to take a deep breath before answering. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I miss you."
"A.al.alright," he stammered, "I'll be right over."
Pietro hung up the phone staring at it. "She has got to be drunk." He sighed, walking out the door. **********************************************************************
Pietro reached the mansion and jumped the wall fairly easily. He crept through the shadows surrounding the house to the back, searching out Dixion's window. He spotted an open window and climbed the vine ladder up to it.
The heavy curtains moved and danced in the breezes, as Pietro made it to the balcony. He stepped silently into the dark room. "Dixion?" he whispered to the shadows.
"Pietro?" they whispered back laughing.
"Dixion, where are you?"
"Come find me."
'She is starting to freak me out.' he thought to himself.
Pietro moved from the window carefully, letting his eyes adjust. As he scanned the room with his eyes, he felt a gentle touch brush across his shoulders. He wipped around to see only darkness.
"I don't think your spending enough time on your training." Dixion's voice floated out to him.
'Ok, this ends now' Pietro growled under his breath. "Dixion tell me what you want, or I'm leaving right now."
He moved back toward the windows when she emerged from the shadows on the other side.
"I was only playing." she pouted. "I only really have fun when I'm with you. You know that don't you?"
Dixion moved into the faint light flooding in between the curtains. She padded silently across the floor, sliding her arms around Pietro's waist, pressing her body against him.
As far as he could see, Dixion was wearing a black robe of some kind, and he wasn't really sure if there was anything underneath.
Pietro pulled away from her slightly. "Dixion are you sure your ok?"
She smiled up at him, a glint in her eye that he'd never seen before. "Of course I am. I just...missed you."
"You saw me just a couple hours ago."
Dixion looked down at the floor. "Well in that time, I was thinking about us."
"And?"
"And I don't think you'll forgive me for this."
"What the hell..." Before Pietro could move an inch, Dixion's fist came up smashing into his face. Stars burst infront of his eyes before it went black.
Dixion stood over the fallen blonde, smiling. Then a disgusted look came to her face. "God, teenagers are so sappy." she hissed as she dragged Pietro's body into the shadows. *************************************************
I had to add more, it just didn't seem like a good place to end. So what will happen to our 'sappy teens'? More to come soon.
Dixion arrived at the mansion just as the streetlights began to flicker on. As she entered the door, she could feel the warmth and security of family. However, something was new. There was an excited charge to the air.
Rogue came skipping down the main stairs in a very Kitty-like manner to greet Dixion. "Yah never gonna guess what happened?"
Rogue's actions were beginning to frighten Dixion. But she thought it best to humour her friend. "Remy proposed?"
"Iah wish," Rogue laughed, "but it's just as good. Remy's staying with us. His gonna be ah X-men."
"That's great Rogue. I'm happy for you." Dixion's desire for her bed grew by the second. "If you don't mind, I'm going to bed."
"Yah can't yet. Along with Remy, some other gal turned up here. Xavier wants us to do the welcome party thing." Rogue grabbed hold of her companion and dragged her toward the living room.
The living room was full of chatter and excitement over the new arrivals. The girls were immediately overtaken by it. But it soon quieted when Xavier entered followed by Remy and a girl in a bright yellow trench coat.
"As you all know, Remy has been spending time with us lately and as it turns out shares more in common with us then most. I hope you can all welcome Remy and help him get comfortable here.
Along with Remy, we have another new arrival. This is Jubilee, and she has come to us under. an unfortunate situation. I hope you can all make her comfortable as well. It's about time for dinner, so Jubilee if you will follow me."
The crowd of teens followed Xavier toward their dinner. All except Kurt, who stopped to talk to Dixion.
"Vhat's wrong? Not hungry?"
"Nah Kurt. I'm not feeling too well, I'm gonna go to bed. Give Jubilee my best."
"Alvight. Night Dixion."
"Night Kurt."
Dixion slowly made her way up the stairs to her room. Her room was filled with yellow light as she opened the door. It was plunged into darkness again when she closed it behind her. She stripped off her clothes as she made it to her bathroom for a hot shower. Dixion came back out wearing a long, black silk kimono, feeling clean, refreshed and ready to climb into bed. She moved slowly through the dark to her window and pulled back the heavy curtains to open the glass doors.
"Was wondering when you would finally get home." Stated a smooth voice from the shadows of the balcony.
"We all can't move as fast as you, now can we?" Dixion smirked, leaning against the doorframe.
The blonde came out of the dark, his hair glowing in the moonlight. He looked Dixion over and had to stop himself from drooling...or passing out. He finally got a hold of himself and returned her smirk. "What? Not going to invite me in?"
"If you haven't noticed I'm not really dressed for a guest. So you can just run your blonde butt home so I can go to sleep."
She moved back and began to close the door, but he put up his hand to stop her. She looked at him, her eyes narrowing.
"What's wrong with you?" Pietro asked, all humour gone.
"I'm tried and I want to go to sleep." She tried again to close the door, but he moved forward, opening it again. "Fine. Whatever, I give up." She let him enter before closing the doors again.
The moonlight slipped across her floor, illuminating only a strip that crossed some of her bed. When she moved out of the light, Pietro lost sight of her until the movement at the end of her bed caught his attention.
He smirked and moved toward the bed. "Room for two in there?"
There was silence, and then Dixion's kimono lay on the floor at his feet. "No."
She relished in the feel of the sheets against her naked skin. And she wasn't about to give it up, even for Pietro. She was just feeling sleep close its arms around her when the bed shifted under his weight from behind her. She pulled the sheets around her tightly, keeping her back to him as she mumbled: "Didn't I tell you no?"
"I'm not doing anything. Just gonna rest my eyes."
Swearing under her breath, Dixion rolled over carefully holding the sheet to her chest. She stretched out her arm to push him off the bed, but froze as soon as she touched him.
Under her hand came the warmth from his naked chest. She felt a pull deep within her body but tried to ignore it. Getting control of herself, she slid her hand back, but Pietro quickly seized it in his grip.
He pulled her toward him and she was pressed tightly against his side. "Not trying to get rid of me, are you?" he murmured in her ear, sending shivers down her back.
"Actually yes. So you can put your shirt back on and." she trailed off as Pietro's arms went around her and he snuggled into her, kissing her neck.
"And what...?" he whispered before kissing her deeply.
Dixion's blood was burning while she was shivering. She had to get a grip. She broke the kiss and slowly moved back across the bed. "Pietro this isn't going to happen. Not now." She held the sheet tightly to her, feeling it was her only protection.
Pietro looked at her silently. His eyes captivated and frightened her at the same time. Dixion's heart thumped in her chest. She held her breath.
Then he looked away. Dixion let out the breath in a silent rush.
Pietro moved to the end of the bed, scooping up Dixion's robe and handed it to her. She slid to her side of the bed, turning from him and slipping the robe back on. She made sure to tie it tightly.
"I'm really sorry...," he mumbled, not looking at Dixion.
"It's alright, just don't..." Dixion trailed off again as Pietro turned back looking at her. His smile froze her blood.
"I'm really sorry," Pietro repeated, moving forward and grasping Dixion's wrists tightly. "But I have to do this."
Then before Dixion's widening eyes, Pietro's white blonde hair disappeared and was replaced by longer dark hair. His muscular body was replaced by a feminine one, gloved in black. Dixion now sat frozen in front of Principal Darkholme.
Before Dixion had a chance to take a breath to scream, Mystique's hand was clapped over her mouth. "Shhh, now you wouldn't want to do that. My friend over there doesn't like screaming. Well, unless he's causing it."
Dixion followed Mystique's gaze and screamed against the restraining hand on her mouth.
Standing just inside the glass doors, was a demonic looking figure. He stood at least 8 feet tall with shaggy hair covering his large body. His face was obscured by shadows, but Dixion could see his mouth full of long, sharp teeth, turned into a gruesome smile.
Mystique roughly dragged Dixion off the bed by her wrists, and flung her toward the fiendish shape at the window.
"Take her back to Magneto." Mystique hissed, "And let me finish my work."
As Dixion was pulled back into the shadows of the night, she saw Mystique's figure transform again. Then, there standing in the meek light that came from the window stood Dixion's twin. An exact copy of herself.
Dixion's mate turned toward her original, and smiled coldly. "Don't worry about Pietro; I'll take care of him."
Suddenly pain blossomed over the back of Dixion's head and all went dark. ***************************************************************
10 minutes later...
Pietro decided to turn in for the night. Nothing on the TV, the guys were just too boring tonight, and it didn't look like anything was going to happen tonight.
The phone rang beside him.
"Maybe I spoke too soon." he muttered, picking up the phone. "Hello?"
"Hey Pietro." A smooth answer from the phone.
"Dixion?" 'What is she doing calling me so late?' he thought.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you would come over. I'm feeling really lonely." She replied readily.
'Ok, I am having trouble breathing right now. Did she just say that?' Pietro tried to take a deep breath before answering. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, I miss you."
"A.al.alright," he stammered, "I'll be right over."
Pietro hung up the phone staring at it. "She has got to be drunk." He sighed, walking out the door. **********************************************************************
Pietro reached the mansion and jumped the wall fairly easily. He crept through the shadows surrounding the house to the back, searching out Dixion's window. He spotted an open window and climbed the vine ladder up to it.
The heavy curtains moved and danced in the breezes, as Pietro made it to the balcony. He stepped silently into the dark room. "Dixion?" he whispered to the shadows.
"Pietro?" they whispered back laughing.
"Dixion, where are you?"
"Come find me."
'She is starting to freak me out.' he thought to himself.
Pietro moved from the window carefully, letting his eyes adjust. As he scanned the room with his eyes, he felt a gentle touch brush across his shoulders. He wipped around to see only darkness.
"I don't think your spending enough time on your training." Dixion's voice floated out to him.
'Ok, this ends now' Pietro growled under his breath. "Dixion tell me what you want, or I'm leaving right now."
He moved back toward the windows when she emerged from the shadows on the other side.
"I was only playing." she pouted. "I only really have fun when I'm with you. You know that don't you?"
Dixion moved into the faint light flooding in between the curtains. She padded silently across the floor, sliding her arms around Pietro's waist, pressing her body against him.
As far as he could see, Dixion was wearing a black robe of some kind, and he wasn't really sure if there was anything underneath.
Pietro pulled away from her slightly. "Dixion are you sure your ok?"
She smiled up at him, a glint in her eye that he'd never seen before. "Of course I am. I just...missed you."
"You saw me just a couple hours ago."
Dixion looked down at the floor. "Well in that time, I was thinking about us."
"And?"
"And I don't think you'll forgive me for this."
"What the hell..." Before Pietro could move an inch, Dixion's fist came up smashing into his face. Stars burst infront of his eyes before it went black.
Dixion stood over the fallen blonde, smiling. Then a disgusted look came to her face. "God, teenagers are so sappy." she hissed as she dragged Pietro's body into the shadows. *************************************************
I had to add more, it just didn't seem like a good place to end. So what will happen to our 'sappy teens'? More to come soon.
