Demons of Hart and Soul
Ohhhh…. first chapie up… theses thing just popping my head and will not go away!
I've got 8 different stories on the go! Poo….
Ho humm…. Hope you like….
But first… I'm going to take a leaf out of a friend of mines book (dear lady DeathStorm) and thank all my reviewers!!
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Todd fan: Thank you for the age info… wow… he seams older to me… ::shrugs:: Maybe that's just wishful thinking…? Actually…:: sound of cogs working in mental brain:: … that just mite make the story a little bit more … interesting… MWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAH…! (0 O)' …err … soz… N E way… I mite not know much about the American school system (Even though I did live and go to school there for a year) With me being a Brit and all… but yes… I would have to agree with you on that fact… writers are very odd people… I mean… just look at us… I don't know about you but I've been told I belong in a mental institution… by friends… family… government authorities… ::Shrugs:: … ho humm…. =^-^=
InterNutter: OOOOooooooOOOooH! thanks for the complement… I liked my beginning to… all mysterious… and edgy… full of symbolism… stuff to watch out for later… but…I'll let you into a secret … Come closer… ::leans into the computer screen and bangs head on screen:: Ouch! ::rubs bashed head:: Well… It was inspired by Linkin Parks Remixed version of Points of Authority, from the album Reanimation! I get a lot of inspiration from music… actually most of this story was inspired by that album… Just some useless trivia you mite like to know… thanks agene! Luv ya!
Nathalie: Why thank you my lady! ::bows:: It was nothing! I'm constantly being over run by stories… and it takes me forever to get them out…! Hope you enjoy this!! C U soon!
Epona: :: Reads first review and Blushing:: arrrrrr stop! You is making me blush!! I'm so glad you don't think my work stinks like a nice warm steamy doggie turd! =^v^= ::Reads second review:: I'M SOOOOOOOORRRRRRY! I really try to get stuff out more often… But it's just finding some one to help me spell check the thing! I have had this chapie typed out since posting the first part! … I have Dyslexia… and my spelling is for lack of a better word… SHITE!... 'scuse the language….. I have had many complaints in the past on other stories when I have done the spell checking myself… so have resorted to the help of others… hope you can forgive me! ::Big sad watery puppy dog eye:: PLEASE!
Now with the reviews done…. On with the story! TALLY HO!!
Chapter 1: "The names Croft, Lara Croft…"
"UNGLAUBLICH!" Yelled, one very ticked off X-man. It was officially the end of another long school day at Bayville High, and all the Schools attendants piled out of the large front doors, eager to get on with there busy teenage social lives. But for one furry X-man… the school day wasn't quit over just yet…
The bright afternoon sun shone on the young mans shoulder length ink blue hair as he stalked his way over too the school car-park. His long fringe hung down, partly covered the dark expression that he wore on his pail face. It was quite the contrast to his usual gentle, fun loving features. He was in a mood that would make Wolverine tuck tail and run! He wasn't a vengeful person by nature…. But there were times… and this was defiantly one of them.
All that was going throw the young mans mind at that precise moment was how to get his own back on a certain Brotherhood member that still smelt like unwashed lederhosen! A horrid shudder ran down his spine as he remembered that god awful stench that seamed to get worse every day!
//YUCK! How in the name of god can he stand that smell! It's enough to make someone pass out!// His face took on a disgusted look as he neared his destination. //I doubt even a bath in channel No.5 would change that stench!// But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he began to twist it into a plan to douse the foggy mutant with a bucket of the worst smelling perfume he could find! Oh, yes… revenge was going to be … SWEET!
By the time he had gotten to the rest of his team mates that were waiting for him, his lips had twisted into a very wicked smile and he was chuckling evilly to himself. The others found this… a little unnerving.
"What are you like, so happy about?" asked Kitty.
"Yher, come on, K-man. Shear the joke." Evan urged. Kurt's smile only widened.
"Revenge, mein freund, is no joke." The German youth stated simply. The statement caused eyes to roll.
"O.K… What happened?" There fearless leader sighed. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like it. Kurt's shoulders slumped and his wicked smile fell into a venomous sneer.
"…I don't vant to talk about it…." He growled.
"Ooooow… that bad, hunn….?" Evan said gently.
"Ja, So bad zhat I've been given….*sigh* … after school duties for zhe next veek…."
A collective cringe went through the group. What ever it was… I had to have been something major to get the dreaded after hours.
"Oh, boy….," Scott sighed agene. "…So when's it supposed to start?" Now it was Kurt's time to sigh.
"Today…. I just came to tell you zhat I vill be staying…"
"Arrrr, poor elf!" Kitty pouted, giving him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. Kurt gave her a weary smile.
"O.k. …. we'll let the Professor know what's happing… How long do you have to stay?" Jean asked, with a smile, but it did nothing to make the poor guy feel any better. The fuzzy blue mutant sighed agene.
"Only an hour….but an hour of picking up other peoples trash isn't zhe coolest zhing to be seen doing this term…"
"You can say that agene. Man that bites!" Evan said, letting his annoyance show.
"Do you want me to stop by later, and pick you up when your through?" Scott offered. Kurt shook his long hair head.
"Danke for zhe offer Scott. But I'm a big boy now…I can get home by myself….," A wicked gleam crept into the Germans eyes. "Besides…. Zhe valk vill give me time to plan my revenge….."
He chuckled and rubbed his two fingered hands together in a criminal master mind type of way. This earned him a funny look from each one of his team mates. They all expected at any moment to hear him say 'Aaaaaaah…. Miss-ter Bond! This time I vill kill you…! Mwhahahahahahah!'
Jean shook her head. "Kurt, sometimes I worry about you." Everyone else just nodded in agreement as they pilled into there leaders sporty car.
"See you back at the mansion, Kurt." Scott said as he started up the little red car that was his pried and joy. The tailed youth snapped back to reality and gave his friends a mock salute and smile.
"Ja, till zhen, mein freund."
"See you later."
"Bye, Kurt."
"Later, Bro!" They yelled as the car sped away, leaving the German born X-man alone in the car-park.
The young man known as Nightcrawler watched this friends speed off into the distance. He stood for a moment longer, then sighed and began to make his was slowly to Principle Kelly's office. This was going to be the longest hour of his life!
Once he was inside the main building he groaned to himself, as he walked down the hall. He was not looking forward to this one little bit. He had heard horror stories from others about there experience with the after hour duties that there Principle was sooo fond of giving out as punishment.
He made his way to the Principles office and reluctantly knocked on the door.
"ENTER!" Was all the answer he got. He took a deep breath and let the air pass through his pail lips, preparing himself for whatever horrid job the man had for him. He opened the door and stepped in to the room.
The office was bright with afternoon sun and behind the big wood desk sat the man that would dish out his undeserved punishment. Principle Kelly looked up from whatever documentation he was looking at and regarded Kurt with a amused glare.
"Arrr…. Mr. WAGner," Kurt inwardly cringed as once agene someone pronounced his name wrong.
It happened so often that he quickly got feed up of correcting everyone and eventually gave up altogether, but it still got his goat every time. "I'm so glad you have volunteered to help out with keeping our little school a clean and hygienic environment."
//Volunteered _my_arse!// the mutant youth thought sourly, but his expression remained one of a pleasant nature.
"I understand that your teacher felt that a whole week of helping out the janitor mite give you some time to think about you actions of earlier today…." Kurt could only managed a sigh and a nod…. With the mood he was in…. he didn't trust his mouth…
"Well, I think to get you in to the spirit we'll ease you in gently…Litter duty it is then! Hummm….?" The head of the school looked at him with an amused glint in his eyes. Kurt sighed agene.
"Ja, if you say so, Herr Kelly…"
"Grate! Lets just get you kitted up then you can get it on with it …."
The nerdy little man walked over to a cupboard, opened it ….and to the fearless x-mans horror pulled out … rubber gloves… a whole roll of black bin bags…..a full body plastic apron…. A grabby claw thing…. A spike stick thingy…. And last but by no means the least ….a rubber band.
The demonic looking teen gulp …. No wonder after a week of after hour duties people were very careful not to get in trouble agene…. Ever!
Kurt shudder as he imagined how dorky he was going to look. He took a small comfort in the fact that there weren't going to be very many people around to see how bad he looked.
Reluctantly he put on the awful apron… slung the holdall that held the rest of the cleaning equipment over his shoulder and stuffed the gloves into his belt… as there was no way in hell that he would be able to get his rather unique hands into them….he just hope to god that he didn't get anything sticky in his fur…. or catch any thing nasty…. He shuddered at the thought.
"Right almost ready to start… just one last thing…" the Principle said as he held up the small rubber band. Kurt's dark eyebrow raised slowly as he regarded the at the band…. Then gave his Principle a look that said… hun? The man just smirked at him….
"It's for your hair…" he stated. Kurt's expression faltered… And his eyebrow involuntary twitched //As if my life couldn't get any worse!//
"Come on…. It's not going to bite…" the man grind. Kurt's shoulders slumped as he sighed in defeat. He carefully took the band from the older man, so as not to touch his skin with his furry hand. He glared agene at the offending rubber band, rolled his eyes and slowly put his hair into a short pony tail… that looked as ridiculous as it sounds.
"There you go are… ready to go?" Principle Kelly grind. Kurt gave the authority figure a sideway glance as his pail holographic lips pursed into an annoyed pout. Kelly just smirked at him.
"Right now, Mr. WAGner," Kurt cringed agene, this was wearing away at his frayed nerves, and he had only been in the room for 5 minutes.
"By the time I come to get you I want to see at leased 3 bags full of trash…" The man with the nerdy glasses said as he walked to the door and opened it to release his captive student.
"Ja, Herr Kelly…" Kurt sighed for the umpteenth time that day, as he left the sanctuary of the Principals office and ventured out into the cold cruel world of spiteful teenage ridicule! As if life wasn't hard enough already for a teen, fuzzy, blue demon.
"Have fun!" the principal smirked as he promptly shut the door, leaving the distressed teen alone to suffer. The German quickly glanced down the hall in each direction, hoping that no one was there. He breathed a sigh of relief as lady luck seamed to be with him at the moment. No one could be seen.
He slowly walked in no particular direction as he gazed lazily round looking for his pray of unsuspecting rubbish. He let a noise breath out threw his mouth, making him sound like a annoyed horse. He'd been out in the hall all of…. What....? 1 minute? And already he was feed up!
He stopped, and just stood in the middle of the unusually quiet hall of Bayville high school. His eyes drifting round till he meet his reflection in a glass cabinet. He cringed … he was right….. he did looked_ REALLY_ dorky… and his hair up in that pony tail wasn't doing him any favours ether. He rolled his eye and sneered. He decided the best thing to do was to get on with it…. He started down the hall agene…. The sooner he got started the sooner he finished….
//Pfffh…! Volunteer he says...! Get you into the spirit of things, he says..!// Kurt began to stew in his own thought's as he walked down the halls slowly picking up others discarded crisp and chocolate wrappers. //it won't bite he say… Easy you in slowly, he say's! ..... That one actually sound quite perverted… Is the guy trying to tell me something?// He wondered briefly, a shiver ran down his spine.
An involuntary sneer creped onto his face. // Then the cheek…! Have FUN he says!//
"HA!" He yelled out before he could stop himself. He quickly scanned the surrounding hall…. Still no one around. He let a puff of relief.
He unenthusiastically continued on his little quest for trash as he moved down the hall. His thoughts were turning quite dark as he rewired the days events and how good getting his revenge on a certain "acquaintance" of his would be.
He began to grin to himself as for some strange reason the image of Todd acting like a hyped cheerleader popped into his mind. It was…actually…. really funny….He had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud.
He was so preoccupied with his flights of fancy that he was totally oblivious to the light tapping of walking feet coming up behind him. He grind like an idiot as an image of Toad in a pink frilly dress, declaring his eternal love for Lance manifested itself in his minds eye, he lent down to pick up some more rubbish.
He picked it up and began to giggle… he was in danger of piercing his lip with is own sharp fangs if he wasn't careful. His shoulders began to shake uncontrollably with withheld laughter as he imagined Todd trying to kiss a hysterically screaming Lance. The person who had cased the footsteps, came to a halt just behind him and cleared there throat.
"Ahem!"
"AAAAAAAAAH!"
"WHOOOOOOH!" Both Kurt and the unexpected stinger jumped a mile out of there skins. There was a loud bang of his bag and what sounded like books hit the lino floor. Kurt swivelled on his heal to glare at his intruder, but in stead… he had his breath taken away… Standing in front of him was a vision.
A girl… or he say young woman… She was taller then him by a good few inches… obviously older…probably the same age as Scott… She had a perfect hour glass figure… she wore long, skin tight flared, hipster, denim jeans… that had a strange green tint to them… Black, leather, high-healed boots… and her legs… God! They were so long they when from her ankles to her arm pits!
They appeared to be extenuated by the fact she had as well as a black leather belt, she had delicate looking, silver and black scarf that hung off one hip and tied loosely round the other. The tow ends dangled well past her knee.
A short sleeved top covered her upper body… and he used the term 'covered' loosely… it was black with a plunging neckline… the garment exposing her lush cleavage and small waist, wonderfully toned, flat stomach and shapely navel… and also a little tattoo of a black lizard running over her tummy… //Kinky…// Kurt thought.
He was also rather amused at the design on the top… it was two hand prints… like someone pervert had dipped their hand in sparkly red paint… then went and groped her!! But needless to say the overall appearance was not in the least displeasing…. His lips quirked as his sharp eye's picked out the tiny red word situated under the right handprint… 'Porn'. //very Kinky…//
She had long striate mahogany brown hair that hung loose and cascaded round her round shoulders. Her long fringe went well past her chin, much like his own, and was gradually shaped down and round to frame her oval, tanned, olive skinned face.
Her darkly painted, full lips where pulled in to a small 'o' as she stared back at him through a pair of fashionable, black, rectangular, sunglasses. One of her thin eyebrows was arched in what he guessed a quizzical look.
The stood there just looking at each other…. Not having a clue as to what to say, Kurt said the only thing that sounded workable…
"… Please, forgive me fraulein, I didn't mean too yell, you just startled me…"
"Oh, no, no. Please… it was all my fault, I shouldn't of crept up behind you like that. I should be the one apologising." She replied in a thick British accent. A small apologetic smile on her face. Kurt smiled back.
"Let's just say ve're both to blame and leave it at that, Ja?" She nodded.
"I think I can live with that… Forgive me for stating the obvious but… judging by your accent… your German, correct?" Kurt grinned.
"Ja, fraulein… I'm as German as zhey come, but without the lederhosen, mein gnadige frau."
He said making an over the top bow. He was rewarded with the sound of a light chuckle. "And I'm guessing zhat from your lovely voice zhat your British, Ja?"
"You powers of observation have served you well… British born and breed." She smiled proudly, making grandiose gestures with her elegant hands.
"Well it nice to find that I'm not the only European milling round here. But I must say, it's not every day I'm called a gracious lady, I didn't think people today called women that anymore, but I'm very flattered, thank you." She smiled pleasantly. The German stared at the Briton.
"You speak German?"
"Yes… quit well in fact…," A small smirk playing on her sparkly lips. "You seem surprised?"
"It's just not many people I know speak anyzhing but English, it's nice to meet someone who can speak my first language. Spending so much time vith non-German talking people is making my German rusty… Last time I vent home I found it difficult to keep up!" She gave him a sympathetic look.
"Arrr you poor thing… it must be difficult being around all us foreigners…" Kurt had to laugh.
"You can say that agene… although, not all foreigners are bad… Some can be very intriguing…" He gave her his most debonair smile which elected a giggle.
"I can honestly say that I shear those sentiments, Mr…?" She left the question open, which Kurt was pleased to answer.
"Kurt Wagner," He said cheerfully. "And you would be, Fraulein?" He asked with a grin.
"Croft, Lara Croft." She answered while still smile.
The X-man face faulted for the second time that day, had he just herd that right? He raised an eyebrow.
"Umm…. Forgive me, but did you just say your name vas 'Lara Croft'? As in…" He was cut off by a loud sigh.
"Yeees, as in Lara Croft, Tomb Raider," She sighed as her brow furrowed and her shoulders slumped. "Please… don't crack any jokes… I've heard them all before, and they do get a little boring after the first couple of hundred times."
She said pinching the bridge of her nose behind her sunglasses. He could see why she would have trouble with that… he also guessed that the fact that she looked and sounded an awful lot like the game character didn't help much ether.
Kurt gave her one of his most loveable grins. A smile he had been perfecting for years, he found that it had the effect of cheering people up or to but them at ease around him, it was one of the reasons why Kitty was no longer afraid of him.
"Don't vorry, I know vhat's it's like to have name trouble…" He was pleased to see that his tactic had worked and the British girl was now giving an amused but curious smile.
"Why? There's nothing unusual about your name," She said, folding her slender arms under her chest. "That is unless you have some really odd middle name you neglected to tell me." She mused. Kurt sighed.
"Do you know how hard it is trying to get zhese Americans to say my name correctly?" he asked.
"No…"
"Very hard. Zhey can't be bothered to take zhe time to say it right, so most of zhe time zhey just yell…" He cleared his throat and to Lara's surprise, started speaking in a very good, but obviously put on, American accent. "… Well, well if it isn't WAGner! Class, I do believe Mr. WAGner has something to say! HAVE FUN, Mr. WAGner!!"
Laughter filled the air as Lara broke into a small fit of giggles her elegant long nailed hand covering her mouth.
"Hee hee hee… OH! You poor old soul!… Ha ha… having to put up with that…" Lara sighed as she took of her sunglasses to wipe her eye. " Ha…That would drive me mad! You and I have more in common then I thought!" She chuckled looking at him with her uncovered eyes for the first time.
Kurt looked up into her eyes to find them a beautiful clear crystal blue with a dark band of ultramarine round each iris. They where amazing… yet… there was something a little… False about them.
"Something wrong?" Came a concerned voice. The blue mutant shook his head as conscious thought came back to him.
"Hun… Oh nein, nein. It has just been a long day…" She merely nodded.
"And something tells me your day isn't over yet, humm?"
"Ja, how could you tell?"
"Well let's just say I don't think that plastic aprons and bin bags are the latest, must have, fashion accessory for the… 'hip' teenager."
Lara smirked. The furry teen regarded the female curiously… Then slapped himself in the forehead for forgetting… He could not believe his awful luck! Here he was… a janitor talking to a super model!
He became very self-conscious at that point.
//Dumb Rotten Luck! She must think I'm a total loser to be doing something like this!//
"So… what did you do to deserve this as punishment?" She asked smoothly, trying to stop herself from smiling. Kurt groaned.
//O.K… or she could think I'm a juvenile delinquent!// He sighed. "It vasn't my fault…" he began. Lara grinned while biting her lip.
"Ummm hmmm… yher… I'm sure it wasn't …" She grinned.
"Nein! It really vasn't my fault!," He said franticly. "Zhere is zhis group of guy… Zhey don't particularly like me and zhey find it amusing to get me in to trouble…" He sighed remembering past events.
Kurt looked up to find Lara rummaging round a black leather bag… he hadn't noticed before.
//Oh well… so much for impressing her… smooth talking Kurt!// He thought, giving himself a mental kicking. She continued to rustle round for a moment, found what she was looking for, then turned her attention back to the pail skinned youth.
She grinned at him wickedly as she held out her hand.
"If your one for getting revenge… I think these might come in handy…" the German looked at her… her hand… shrugged… then took the offering. Casting his gaze downwards he found five small white packets in his hand… he read the labels….
"Super Strength, week long …. Itching Powder?!" His face had a blank expression as he looked back at the smirking, blue eyed girl. A small wicked smile played upon her lips.
"You mange to get them to eat this stuff, and they'll be coughing there guts up weeks! Tested and garneted to make them fell like hell!" Kurt didn't know what to make of this.
"… And how did you find zhat out? Or shouldn't I ask?"
"Let's just say that no one make's fun of me and gets away with it…" She said with a sadistic smile.
"You like getting revenge zhen?" She grind widely showing off beautiful perfect white teeth.
"Ooooh yher… one of my fav hobbies! But I also don't like to see nice people getting picked on. People should act there ages, not there shoe sizes!" The corners of the X-mans mouth began to tern up in a jaunty grin.
"You only just meet me, and you think I'm nice? How do you know I'm not some kind of chainsaw murderer?" Lara taped the end of here nose.
"Call it a sixth sense, I can tell if people are worth my time." The pail holographic skinned Mutant gave her a curious look.
"So… am I vorth it?" She ran a hand through her long hair as she replied.
"I wouldn't still be standing hear if I didn't think you were…" Lara said with a sly grin.
Kurt couldn't believe his luck! Here… standing in front of him was a Intelligent, funny, refined, mischievous not to mention gorgeous woman who seamed to really like him! And to top it all of she spoke German! Kurt could of fell to his knees and thanked god. He would of asked her to marry him at that moment, but like always, there was a the itsy, bitsy little problem of being a mutant that looked like a demon.
A major tern off for most on a first date… if he was going to get anywhere with her friendship and trust had to come first. But some how… he had a feeling that that wouldn't be a problem.
But like many things that day, lady luck seemed to be against him to day as an all too familiar voice filled the air…
"MR. WAGNER! Your not here to socialise! You're here to work!" With his back turned to him, Principal Kelly didn't see the grimace on the teens face. Kurt saw Lara bite her lip to stop herself laughing.
"I see you weren't joking about the name thing. I'm guessing that that's your jailer?" Kurt just nodded and sighed as he quickly stashed his new weapon in his back pocket just as the nerdy man reached his side.
"Mr. WAGner, I thought I told you to collect three bags of rubbish by the time I came to get you… I can see that I'm going to have to add a detention to your sentence…"
"VAS! Ach du licber gott!" He groaned loudly.
"Maybe that'll teach you to do what you told, instead of talking to girls." The man said smugly. Kurt was just about to give up all hope and go hang himself in the guys toilets, when something he didn't expect came to his rescue.
"Forgive me for interrupting sir. But I was the one that has keep him from his duty, I was all my fault. I stopped him and asked him for directions for the Headmaster's office. After that I just began asking his opinion of this establishment, to see if I made the right choice of school," Lara seemed to have changed personalities almost instantaneously and was now the perfect eloquent diplomat. She talked with a smooth and sure voice that compelled people to listen to her aristocratic sounding speech. She smiled pleasantly at Principle Kelly.
"So far I have heard nothing but good thing. It appears that Mr. Wagner has convinced me that his will be the perfect place to further my education,"
//Further her education? Isn't she a bit old for school?// Kurt thought as she spoke.
"Please do not punish him for my ignorance. I am truly sorry." Kelly looked from Lara to Kurt. Then himself smiled.
"Well if that's the case then we can forget the detention, seeing as you have helped this charming young lady become part of our little happy family." He said giving Lara a toothy, lopsided grin with which she quickly returned with her own dazzling smile. Wow, Kurt thought. Not only was she All of the above mentioned attributes, now he was defiantly going to add friend. She had just saved his butt from another undeserved punishment.
At the same time, the X-man was thinking of adding enchantress to the list… Seeing that she seemed to have Principle Kelly eating out of the palm of her hand! Lara had his total attention! Was she flirting with him…?! Naaaaaaaaah!
"Forgive me but I didn't catch your name, Miss?"
"Croft, Lara Croft." She said extending her hand, which he rather quickly took.
"Aaaaaah… So you're the Lara Croft I spoke too"
"Yes, that would indeed be me sir." He chuckled
"Raid any good tombs lately?" the middle age man was laughing so hard he didn't notice the smile plastered on the Brit's face faltered ever-so-slightly.
"None worth mentioning…" She replied rather flatly. Now Kurt understood why She hated her name. After the man had finished laughing at his own joke he turned his attention back to the two younger people in front of him.
"Well now, Miss. Croft, Let me show you too my office where we can get you sorted out, how dose that sound?"
"That sound like a plan to me." She said with her smile back to full power.
"O.K. then, We'll leave Mr. WAGner hear to continue his duty. This way, my dear."
He said indicating to the direction he had just come from. Kurt cringed as Lara picked up her books from the floor then the two began to move away. But before they had gone two steps, Lara turned and said.
"It was a grate pleasure too meet you, Mr. Wagner. I Hope that this will not be the last time that I can enjoy your company."
"As you said earlier… on zhat subject…I share you sentiment exactly… I cannot vait till our next meeting…" he said with a devilish grin. He was surprised when she shot him the exact same one back from the older woman before turning on her heal and shouting over her shoulder as she followed Principal Kelly.
"Till then, mein freund! Auf Wiedersehen!" What she had said earlier had surprised him, that just shocked him. Known each other for five minuets and she'd already gotten him in and out of detention and she was now calling him her friend! By the time he had snapped out of his stupor, they where already out of sight.
A Cheshire cat grin appeared on his face. Maybe today wasn't so bad after all?
Lara followed the man known as Principal Kelly in to the brightly lit office. Why the hell Americans called them that instead of Headmaster's she'll never know. He hadn't stopped talking since they left the hall. She tried to keep her thoughts focused… but they kept straying back to that young man… Kurt. As Kelly started to go though her time table, she only paid enough attention to get what he was saying. She went back over their conversation.
How really…. For lack of a better word… Nice …. He seemed. She agene went over his appearance for what seamed the trillionth time. His long blue almost black hair and deep ink blue eye's… How they contrasted wonderfully with his pail skin. How she wished that Kelly would for one moment stop looking at her chest…
The thing that kept niggling away at the back of her mind though was the little quirk he had with his hand's… and how his body temperature was higher then most…. And his sent…. Why the hell did he smell of Brimstone and Sulphur? Too much time he spent in the science room? She shook her head… these where thing for another time… She had to pay attention now… and if Kelly touched her once more she was seriously going to deck him one!
She sighed. It wasn't like it was going to go any further the just friends… even if she maybe… wanted it to… it could go any further… he was a normal teenage boy… and she was… HER! She couldn't get involved… it could endanger her… It could get him in trouble… or worse… he was too good for the likes of her… she knew that already… why mix someone up in her screwed up world for a all too brief moment of fun….
But on the other hand… just because she couldn't get physical with anyone didn't mean she couldn't flirt… put it down as practice for the job… and making friends wasn't in the 'Things Not To Do' Brief list… If all the guys here where that nice… and cute as Mr. Kurt Wagner…. And if she didn't kill the Head for not keeping his grubby little hands to himself…. Then… Maybe this stay at Bayville wasn't going to be so bad after all…
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