Disclaimer: Everyone except for Blaize belongs to someone else, I'm a
terrible kleptomaniac.
Author's note: I know that I have some people out of character, please don't blame me it always happens if you have to blame something blame the Wolf Dragon.
Surprise. Lupine Draconis
CHAPTER 2
The next day Blaize managed to stay in her room and avoid everyone in the mansion, telling herself that she wasn't afraid of being confronted by any members of the Academy.
The sky outside the window was dark and peppered with tiny stars shining brightly. The moon hung low and fat, shedding a silver light across the world before she decided that she was hungry enough to risk meeting anyone.
Blaize unfolded her body from the bed and stretched, her joints groaning from being in one position for too long. This was definitely the last time that she got into another Christopher Golden book first thing in the morning.
She opened the door and stepped out into the hall, which was lit only by the moonlight shining through the one window at the end of the hall. Blaize started toward the stairs when she heard voices floating up the stairs.
"I don't care, she's not right in the head." This was Arley.
"She's not that bad," this was Paige, the only student at the Academy that Blaize got along with. "She's just not used to being around people."
Blaize stepped back into the shadows as the two girls passed, heading to the room that Arley was sharing with Paige. Blaize waited until the door closed behind them before venturing out again.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs and started toward the kitchen, when more voices came within earshot. The voices sounded older than those of the Academy student's did and Blaize recognized one as that of the guy that had turned up yesterday when Arley and Kurt had confronted her.
"It's not gonna do any good, eit'er dey know an' dey not telling, or dey don' know an' we just lost de bigges' lead we had."
"I hate all this waiting around Remy, isn't there something we can do?"
"Maybe, but den."
As the voice trailed off, Blaize thought for a moment that they had seen her, but then another voice entered the conversation.
"Gambit, the professor wants to see you in his office."
Blaize recognized that voice; it belonged to the big black guy, Bishop. Blaize had run into him on her first day at the institute, she had been wandering around the building and getting her bearings when he had appeared out of nowhere. Blaize still felt that he didn't trust her very much.
Blaize watched as Bishop came around the corner and stared straight at her, his gaze unblinking.
Blaize lifted one corner of her mouth in a tiny smile as she started to walk again.
"Blaize, what are you doing up at this hour?" Bishop's tone wasn't exactly accusing, but it was very borderline.
"Got hungry. I had a headache earlier that's why I was in my room all day, but I thought it might be an idea to eat something today." Blaize stared straight at Bishop, knowing instinctively that it would probably earn her the black man's respect.
"I shall escort you there." Bishop started walking and his tone had given Blaize the impression that she did want to follow without an argument.
When they reached the kitchen door, Bishop stopped and opened the door for her.
Blaize smiled to herself and entered the kitchen. The lights were on and a woman with silver hair was sitting at the table. The woman looked up as Blaize entered and smiled gently at her.
"Hello Blaize, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks Ororo." Blaize opened the fridge and looked at the contents. "Anything I'm not allowed to touch?"
"I would advise not touching the rice dish, Remy was rather hungry earlier."
Blaize grabbed some cooked meats and butter and started making a sandwich. "Who's Remy?"
"He is a dear friend of mine. I believe you met him yesterday when you were talking with Kurt and Arley."
Blaize slapped the top slice of bread on her sandwich and sat down opposite Ororo. "Talking is one way of putting it," she sank into the chair. "It was a rather loud disagreement. I'm sorry if it disturbed anyone."
Ororo smiled again. "I only know about it because Remy told me. He was.concerned about the tension."
Blaize took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "There's no tension. They don't like me an' I'm not all that keen on them. They think that they know what's best for everyone, in fact most of the Academy do."
"You are having problems?" Ororo asked gently.
"Not really. They don't like me; I don't like them much. We've come to an agreement where they don't bother me an' I leave them alone."
Ororo nodded her head and looked at Blaize, her blue eyes filled with care. "Are you enjoying the Academy?"
Blaize shrugged. "It's OK, it's somewhere warm an' dry to sleep. I get food an' they get an extra body to bump up their student quota."
I see, is that all you see it as?" Ororo regarded Blaize her head on one side.
"Sometimes," Blaize looked at the sandwich, searching for the right words. "Sometimes I see it like that, but other times I feel like I could stay there for a while."
"Are you not used to staying somewhere for long periods of time?" Ororo questioned, her tone a little confused.
"Not for longer than about two months." Blaize shrugged. "I move around a lot."
"You're parents aren't bothered about your schooling?"
"My mom's dead. I never knew my dad." Blaize's voice was low and laced with pain. "I grew up in foster care until I was twelve. I ran away an' made sure that no one found me. I stay in a place for about two months tops an' then leave, I haven't been back to anywhere I've been yet."
"What about when you run out of cities to go to?" Ororo asked gently.
"By the time that happens, no one'll remember me in the city an' it won't matter."
Ororo thought about Blaize's answer and was about to ask another question when the door flew open and a short man with black hair strode angrily into the kitchen.
Ororo turned in her seat and looked at him. "Logan, what is wrong?"
Logan growled under his breath before turning his sharp gaze to her. "Nothin' I can't handle, 'Roro." He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and walked out.
Ororo turned to Blaize. "I am sorry, but I think that I should talk to Logan."
"That's OK," Blaize shrugged. "I need to get some more sleep anyway, I think my headache's coming back." She got up and left the kitchen cursing herself for letting Ororo get so close to her.
When she reached her room she walked in and gratefully flopped onto the bed. The night had been interesting, but tiring. She hadn't told anyone that much about herself ever, but somehow Ororo managed to get you to talk to her without thinking.
Slowly Blaize pulled herself up and changed into her night things, she plaited her hair and climbed into bed to sink into a deep sleep.
Author's note - Well, this is chapter 2. As you can see I'm posting a whole load together so I haven't had a chance to read any reviews yet (mainly because there are none because I'm posting these two chapters together). Please don't be put off of reviewing anyway, I'd love to hear any comments.any at all.?!?
Author's note: I know that I have some people out of character, please don't blame me it always happens if you have to blame something blame the Wolf Dragon.
Surprise. Lupine Draconis
CHAPTER 2
The next day Blaize managed to stay in her room and avoid everyone in the mansion, telling herself that she wasn't afraid of being confronted by any members of the Academy.
The sky outside the window was dark and peppered with tiny stars shining brightly. The moon hung low and fat, shedding a silver light across the world before she decided that she was hungry enough to risk meeting anyone.
Blaize unfolded her body from the bed and stretched, her joints groaning from being in one position for too long. This was definitely the last time that she got into another Christopher Golden book first thing in the morning.
She opened the door and stepped out into the hall, which was lit only by the moonlight shining through the one window at the end of the hall. Blaize started toward the stairs when she heard voices floating up the stairs.
"I don't care, she's not right in the head." This was Arley.
"She's not that bad," this was Paige, the only student at the Academy that Blaize got along with. "She's just not used to being around people."
Blaize stepped back into the shadows as the two girls passed, heading to the room that Arley was sharing with Paige. Blaize waited until the door closed behind them before venturing out again.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs and started toward the kitchen, when more voices came within earshot. The voices sounded older than those of the Academy student's did and Blaize recognized one as that of the guy that had turned up yesterday when Arley and Kurt had confronted her.
"It's not gonna do any good, eit'er dey know an' dey not telling, or dey don' know an' we just lost de bigges' lead we had."
"I hate all this waiting around Remy, isn't there something we can do?"
"Maybe, but den."
As the voice trailed off, Blaize thought for a moment that they had seen her, but then another voice entered the conversation.
"Gambit, the professor wants to see you in his office."
Blaize recognized that voice; it belonged to the big black guy, Bishop. Blaize had run into him on her first day at the institute, she had been wandering around the building and getting her bearings when he had appeared out of nowhere. Blaize still felt that he didn't trust her very much.
Blaize watched as Bishop came around the corner and stared straight at her, his gaze unblinking.
Blaize lifted one corner of her mouth in a tiny smile as she started to walk again.
"Blaize, what are you doing up at this hour?" Bishop's tone wasn't exactly accusing, but it was very borderline.
"Got hungry. I had a headache earlier that's why I was in my room all day, but I thought it might be an idea to eat something today." Blaize stared straight at Bishop, knowing instinctively that it would probably earn her the black man's respect.
"I shall escort you there." Bishop started walking and his tone had given Blaize the impression that she did want to follow without an argument.
When they reached the kitchen door, Bishop stopped and opened the door for her.
Blaize smiled to herself and entered the kitchen. The lights were on and a woman with silver hair was sitting at the table. The woman looked up as Blaize entered and smiled gently at her.
"Hello Blaize, are you feeling better?"
"Yeah, thanks Ororo." Blaize opened the fridge and looked at the contents. "Anything I'm not allowed to touch?"
"I would advise not touching the rice dish, Remy was rather hungry earlier."
Blaize grabbed some cooked meats and butter and started making a sandwich. "Who's Remy?"
"He is a dear friend of mine. I believe you met him yesterday when you were talking with Kurt and Arley."
Blaize slapped the top slice of bread on her sandwich and sat down opposite Ororo. "Talking is one way of putting it," she sank into the chair. "It was a rather loud disagreement. I'm sorry if it disturbed anyone."
Ororo smiled again. "I only know about it because Remy told me. He was.concerned about the tension."
Blaize took a bite of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. "There's no tension. They don't like me an' I'm not all that keen on them. They think that they know what's best for everyone, in fact most of the Academy do."
"You are having problems?" Ororo asked gently.
"Not really. They don't like me; I don't like them much. We've come to an agreement where they don't bother me an' I leave them alone."
Ororo nodded her head and looked at Blaize, her blue eyes filled with care. "Are you enjoying the Academy?"
Blaize shrugged. "It's OK, it's somewhere warm an' dry to sleep. I get food an' they get an extra body to bump up their student quota."
I see, is that all you see it as?" Ororo regarded Blaize her head on one side.
"Sometimes," Blaize looked at the sandwich, searching for the right words. "Sometimes I see it like that, but other times I feel like I could stay there for a while."
"Are you not used to staying somewhere for long periods of time?" Ororo questioned, her tone a little confused.
"Not for longer than about two months." Blaize shrugged. "I move around a lot."
"You're parents aren't bothered about your schooling?"
"My mom's dead. I never knew my dad." Blaize's voice was low and laced with pain. "I grew up in foster care until I was twelve. I ran away an' made sure that no one found me. I stay in a place for about two months tops an' then leave, I haven't been back to anywhere I've been yet."
"What about when you run out of cities to go to?" Ororo asked gently.
"By the time that happens, no one'll remember me in the city an' it won't matter."
Ororo thought about Blaize's answer and was about to ask another question when the door flew open and a short man with black hair strode angrily into the kitchen.
Ororo turned in her seat and looked at him. "Logan, what is wrong?"
Logan growled under his breath before turning his sharp gaze to her. "Nothin' I can't handle, 'Roro." He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and walked out.
Ororo turned to Blaize. "I am sorry, but I think that I should talk to Logan."
"That's OK," Blaize shrugged. "I need to get some more sleep anyway, I think my headache's coming back." She got up and left the kitchen cursing herself for letting Ororo get so close to her.
When she reached her room she walked in and gratefully flopped onto the bed. The night had been interesting, but tiring. She hadn't told anyone that much about herself ever, but somehow Ororo managed to get you to talk to her without thinking.
Slowly Blaize pulled herself up and changed into her night things, she plaited her hair and climbed into bed to sink into a deep sleep.
Author's note - Well, this is chapter 2. As you can see I'm posting a whole load together so I haven't had a chance to read any reviews yet (mainly because there are none because I'm posting these two chapters together). Please don't be put off of reviewing anyway, I'd love to hear any comments.any at all.?!?