The Dragon Tamer: Spellbound
(PG-13 for swearing and suggestive actions and words. This is Part II in The Dragon Tamer series. I think most of you know as well as I do that I don't own X-Men or the characters (except the ones I make up, you should be able to tell who those are.) Enjoy!
Chapter 2: New Relations
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It seemed he had just fallen asleep when Mystique's annoying voice awakened John. "John, wake up... John!" Growling, he sat up. "What!" She gave him her smug smile. "The new girl is here." He rubbed his eyelids with his fingertips, "What new girl?"
"The one from the news. Erik arrived with her a few moments ago. It's going to be up to you to make her comfortable here." With that, she left. John groaned, 'Great, the new arrival is a chic, she's probably a bitch too.' Mumbling to himself he stood up, grabbed his lighter off the end table, and swaggered tiredly out to meet the girl.
Upon entering the main room in the sad excuse for a base that Magneto had built, John was slightly taken back at the new apprentice's looks. She had straight black hair, and if it had not been put up in possibly the largest bun he had ever seen, it was obvious it would have gone down past her butt. Maybe even to her ankles. 'Bet she's never had a hair cut.' But that wasn't the thing that caught his attention first. It was her eyes. They reminded him of Evan's, as they were completely and totally black. Her ensemble was another story. It was all red. She had a pair of very baggy nylon looking red pants on, and a red halter-top. She was a sight to see all right.
"John, meet Cheyenne. Also known as.... um. I'm sorry dear, what was your real name again?" Cheyenne looked Magneto up and down, as if to belittle him. "Enchantra." Her voice was flat. John, out of nowhere, felt the need to speak up. "What can you do?" The girl turned her attention over to him, as if seeing him for the first time. She looked ready to answer, but didn't. Instead she just watched him for a while, until Mystique and Magneto left the room. Finally, she spoke again, "I'm not called Enchantra for nothing, you know." She slightly waved her hand and he felt himself becoming dizzy, and he had no choice but to watch her. Her eyes, there seemed to be a bit of red swirling in with the black. The vixen smirked at the mesmerized teenager a few feet from her. "Now, listen to me closely John."
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Miles and miles away, back at Xavier's School, a certain redhead shoots straight up in her bed. This time the sweat was mixed in with tears. She had had the exact same dream, twice in the same night. Rogue stirred on the other side of the room, and opened her eyes to see her friend in tears. "Amanda? What's wrong?" Marie sat up and tiredly tossed her legs over the side of the bed. Said female looked up, thankful to have someone to talk to about it. "It's these dreams Marie, something's wrong with me."
"Shh... It's ok. Tell me about them."
Marie got closer and sat down beside her.
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Cheyenne smirked as John scrambled around in effort to do whatever she asked of him. 'He really is kinda cute. With time and effort he may even be boyfriend material.' She frowned towards her own thoughts. 'No. First I must get him to fall for me without using my powers. Otherwise he would be a 'yes' man. Although that does have its advantages... I would much rather he have a little sense in him.' She continued frowning as she watched him go about her business; Getting a drink, readying her room, unpacking her bags, etc. 'Oh, very well. I suppose now would be a fine time to start.' With another wave of her hand she took the spell off of him.
John was in the middle of pouring pineapple juice into a goblet when he suddenly felt lost. He scowled, bemused, down at the pitcher, trying to remember exactly why in the hell he was pouring it, since he hated the stuff. He must have gotten a little too caught up in thought, because the next thing he remembered was the goblet overflowing and juice running across the counter top and splashing like a golden waterfall onto the floor. Promptly, he turned the pitcher upright and looked around for a towel. 'I'd better clean this up before Mystique catches sight of it.' The blue woman seemed to be somewhat of a neat freak, especially when it came to her territories in the base. The kitchen was one of them.
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Amanda sat in History class doodling. She knew Ms. Munroe wouldn't be too happy if she discovered this little fact, but it was so hard to pay attention. Honestly, the subject was about as interesting to Amanda as watching paint dry. 'It takes about this long too...' With a silent sigh she looked across the room to Evan, who was found trying to sneak his arm around Sarah's shoulders. 'God, even Sarah doesn't want him. Not that I can blame her, he hits on every girl that walks his way.' Maybe it was time to tell him to take a hike? There were so many reasons she should. For one, NONE of her friends liked him in the least and second off, neither of them really liked the other. 'Guess I'll tell him after class is over.'
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The bell to end first period rang and Bobby Drake found himself being pulled around a corner. Before he could utter a word he was face to face with his girlfriend. He was about to ask what she was up to until he saw the expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" Marie got closer to him, "We need to talk to the Professor." Iceman blinked, "Why?"
"Amanda's been having these dreams. I was just thinking about you and John's dreams, what if they mean something?"
"Well, what are they about?"
She took in a breath, "I guess the main point in them is that John kills her in these cruel, evil ways." Bobby blinked and raised an eyebrow, "I know John better than anyone, and I can safely say that he would never intentionally harm Amanda. Or any of us for that matter."
"I know that, but would it hurt to be cautious?" She pleaded. He sighed, "I tell you what. If she continues having dreams like that. Let me know, and we'll talk to the Professor."
Marie looked doubtful for a moment, but finally nodded and pulled herself together, "OK." Just as the word got out of her mouth a very pissed off Evan walked by muttering something about bitches and their ways. Amanda was following a few feet behind him, watching him as if she pitied him. Marie looked from one to the other, and as soon as Evan was out of earshot she turned to Amanda. "Get in a fight?" Her friend frowned, "Nope. Broke up with him." Marie laughed, "Well, he seems to have taken it well..." Amanda smirked back, "Yep. Just like a 'real' man."
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