Disclaimer: See first chapter A/u Sorry, I'm not very good at accents.

Kurt Wagner, a former circus performer, was a teleporter. He had been born in Germany to a count. His father had taken a gun to his own head when he saw his son, and his mother had thrown him to his apparent death while fleeing an angry mob. One of the reasons he had come to the Xavier Mansion was the fact that he was considered a freak in the outside world. His blue fur, and prehensile tail, scared people half to death. He had been an outsider all his life, until he met up with a traveling circus. There, he was judged by what he could do, not how he looked. He had become a trapeze artist, using his enhanced agility and ability to stick to most surfaces, to improve his act. The crowds had believed him to be a regular human in a demon costume, but then he had to use his powers to save a fellow trapeze artist.

The loud Bamf and the accompanying sulfur and brimstone, had sent the audience running, screaming about monsters and demons, and, one about aliens. He had been chased by an angry mob, and only managed to escape by teleporting to the top of a very tall tree.

He had waited there, not knowing if the mob was gone, or just hoping to lull him into a false sense of security. He dared not teleport, for he couldn't se where he was going, and might end up impaled on a tree branch, or suffer a similar fate. He remained in the top of the tree for three days, and three nights, with no food and little water. Then on the dusk of the third day, he heard a growl underneath the tree. There were screams, and a rifle shot was fired, then there was silence. He climbed partway down for a look. A huge man, wearing a fur coat was standing over the body of the mob members. Two were dead, and the rest were lying on the ground, breathing steadily, their eyes glazed.

The huge man spoke "Don't worry kid, I don't bite." However, when he talked, he opened his mouth, and Kurt could see huge fangs. Sabretooth caught the glance at his teeth and laughed. "Alright, I do bite, but I won't bite you."

"You promise?"

"Yes kid, I promise I won't use these humongous and deadly fangs to tear you open. I promise I won't rip you're throat out and feed it to the buzzards."

"Alright, but you had better be telling the truth." He teleported next to Sabretooth, "Vat do you vant vith me?"

"There's a school for people like us. People who are different. People who are mutants."

"Alright I vill come vith you."

"Trust me kid you won't regret it. Except every other Tuesday that is."

"Vat happens on every other Tuesday?"

"A huge flood. All the water comes pouring out the faucets. Come to think of it, that's the only time we have running water. Well, the kitchen does sometimes, and there is one bathroom, which is only accessible if you climb up fifteen flights of stairs, go down four in the dumb waiter, crawl through a ventilation shaft, and thread your way through an active minefield."

"Uh vy do you have an active minefield by the bathroom?"

"I am not quite sure yet. I'll have to get back to you on that one. You see the man who designed the mansion; did I mention it was a mansion? Well, anyways the man who designed the mansion wasn't quite in his right mind."

"So you vant me to come vith you to a mansion designed by a lunatic to learn how to control these powers of mine, which I already am pretty good vith?" He teleported to the top of Sabretooth's head to prove it.

"No, I want you to come to a place where can have a roof over your head and three square meals a day, provided we can find the kitchen."

"Very vell, I shall come vith you."

"I thought so. I've got a four wheeler a while away.

"Then let us go."
Over time, Kurt grew less ashamed of his demonic appearance, and became something of a constant at the Xavier household. That is, the others were constantly looking up and seeing him stuck to the ceiling, or finding him on the roof reading from a swashbuckling adventure story. They constantly were picking up blue fur. In other words, life was good.
A/n Hello, no flames, goodbye.