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DECENT SUMMARY: Amanda Sefton and Wanda Maximoff are two Magik students under the guidance of Ororo Monroe and Agatha Harkness. A night out leads them to befriend a deviant vampire. She's on a mission to stop the preying upon humans. A massacre takes place at the nightclub, and the three women barely escape with their lives (or undeadness, case pending).
Anyroad! Like previously mentioned, there are absolutely NO OCs in this story. I'm going strictly cannon characters! Not neccessarily cannon pairings, but nyeah, what can you do? When creating an Alternate Universe, you get to play around with such things ^-^! The rating is a precautionary. I plan on having quite a few racey parts. I probably won't write any lemon, because I haven't been able to get past my squeamish little girl side.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men in any incarnation. Neither do I own any vampires or werewolves. Though, that would be pretty cool! I do own one witch, but I have to share her... which makes me sad... oh well!
Special thanks to Taineyah, crazyspaceystracey, and JadeRoez. This story is dedicated to you, because I love you SO much, and you've helped me (*coughforcedcough*) get to the point of finally starting to post this monster. ________________________________________
Friday night at sunset - two teenaged girls were expected to be with their mentors. It was the weekend, one of them argued. They had been cooped up in the high school all week, they deserved a break.
The other argued that their teachers would be angry with them for skipping their lessons. She was still nervous. She tended to worry about such things. "I just don't like the idea of going out to a club! We ARE still under age!"
"Fine, Mandy. Go! Run back to Agatha and 'Ro! See if I care. I'm going to enjoy my adolescence while I still can."
Amanda still regarded her friend nervously. "I don't want to go back alone! It's after dark, Wanda. And I think there's a full moon-"
Wanda rolled her eyes. "No, it's in its last waxing stage. Honestly, you're the one who actually pays attention to the lessons." She continued toward the heavy metal doors of the night club.
Amanda didn't move. "Wanda. I don't like the looks of this place." she said, referring to the neon sign that read 'Virgins Drink Free' and had a flashing image of Dracula preying on a scantly clad girl.
Wanda sneered at the sign, then started laughing. "Relax, Mandy. That's just a gimmick to lure all the goths and punkers to this place."
"Is that why you want to go here so badly?"
She stopped dead in her tracks. "No!" she said quickly. "As a matter of fact, I'm meeting a friend of mine..."
Amanda recognized that tone of voice. Wanda was covering something up. She only trailed off like that when she was lying or had something to hide. "Yeah, and I'm a good little Catholic school-girl. C'mon, Wanda. Lets just go back to the house and forget about this place for a few more years. Besides, there might be night creatures in there!"
Wanda 'pphft'ed. "You scared? I got it covered! I even remembered my cross and silver dagger, just in case." She pulled Amanda's arm and shoved her toward the door. "Now get your ass in there and lets have some fun!"
The two teens bounded down the stairs, only to be stopped by a large man in a leather vest. He crossed his arms and glared at them expectantly. Wanda looked up at him and giggled nervously, then she turned to Amanda, handing her what looked like her library card.
Amanda gawked at her friend and fellow coven member. She couldn't believe it! That's why Wanda wanted her to go so badly. Amanda specialized in charms and 'glamours'. She wanted her to trick the bouncer into thinking that their library cards were id! Knowing Wanda, she probably would've done it herself, if she had actually tried to master something as simple as an illusion charm. Amanda glared at her in annoyance. "You didn't want to party alone, huh?"
Wanda shrugged and put on a fake grin. "Please, Mandy?" she put on her best puppy dog look.
"You owe me for this." she sighed and handed the charmed cards to the bouncer.
"Alright, Amanda Sefton, and... Bula Pesqualli? ... Enjoy yourselves." he stepped aside so they could get past him. "Drive sober, ladies."
When Wanda finally caught up to Amanda on the dance floor, she grabbed her and spun her around. "What the fuck was that about?!"
Amanda tried to look innocent. "What was what about?"
"My id, genius! Bula?! C'mon! You got to use YOUR real name!" she punched her lightly in the shoulder.
Amanda laughed, making her way over to the bar with Wanda tagging along behind her.
"Tell me this, miss. Sefton. Why are you, oh studious one, heading straight for the booze?"
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Darling, it's the 'studious' ones who party the hardest."
~*~
"Look there, Caliban. I believe we have ourselves a couple of children in our midst." the woman with an eye-patch pointed out two teenage girls that had been drinking and were dancing wildly to the heavy metal music. The one with dark skin looked extremely out of place, surrounded by hundreds of pale skinned creatures, human and cursed alike.
The man in a fedora looked over his shoulder and the balcony railing to the two mortals. "Foolish girlsss." he hissed sadly. "They know not what they have walked into."
"Should we help them out?"
Caliban shook his head, turning back to his companion. "Not thisss time, Calisssto. Thessse onesss are powerful enough to look after themssselvesss."
Calisto smiled warmly, tracing a finger around the rim of her wine glass. "Your talents impress me, Caliban."
"I am a tracking demon. It'sss what I wasss created to do."
Calisto sat back up in her chair and looked back at the two girls on the floor. "So what do we have? Werewolves? Demons? They aren't vampires, I would've sensed that much."
"They are witchesss. They are ssstill in training, but have great potential, even if they do not realissse it themssselvesss."
"They are silly girls out looking for trouble."
Caliban uncharacteristically smiled. "Aren't mossst teenagersss?"
A young woman walked up to the two at the table and sat down, loosening the scarf around her neck. "Do they hafta make it so hot in this place?! Mah undead body is gonna boil!" she whined in the heavy Southern accent of someone who was raised well.
"Hello, Rogue." Calisto laughed. "Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah've been walkin' the Earth for almost 150 years, an' that joke is still not funny."
Calisto shrugged. "If you're going to be a reluctant vampire, you might as well have SOME fun with it."
The Southern woman scowled. "Ah want nothin' ta do with those old traditions. Ah've been human-blood free for 25 years, an' Ah intend to stick with it."
"If you ever change your mind, there'sss two easssy targetsss jussst down there."
Rogue whipped around and looked down at the dance floor. "Ah don't believe it! How did they get past Walker?!"
Caliban calmly took a sip of his drink. "Witchesss."
Rogue groaned and smacked her own forehead. "Thrill seekin' mortals with magickal powers. Oh joy. Aw shit. Morbius... excuse me."
Rogue rushed down the stairs, over to the two dancing girls, who had been joined by one of the more 'charming' of male vampires.
Amanda and Wanda were having a great time, but that may have been because they were too blitzed to realize the real danger they were in. The guy they were dancing with made them laugh. He had a funny accent and said 'bleh' a lot.
"So, then I come to your country from Romania, because of all the pretty girls, bleh."
Wanda and Amanda giggled. He said 'bleh' again! It was funny.
"So, what is your name, beautiful?" he asked Wanda.
"Bula." she snorted, causing Amanda to nearly fall over in laughter. Suddenly two white hands shot out of the crowd and pulled them away from their new friend.
"What the hell?!" Wanda snapped, turning around to face their assailant. Seeing a teenage girl with long brown hair, white bangs and a pale scarf stopped her oncoming rant. "Oh." she smiled. "You sneak in too?" her voice was slurred.
Amanda giggled, "you sound like Sylvester the Cat!"
Rogue frowned. "No, Ah did not sneak in. Ah live downstairs. You two, though, are goin' home!" she started to lead them toward the exit but Morbius stood in front of them.
"On another mission, Rogue?"
"Back off Micheal. These two are off limits, ya got that?!" she bared her fangs at the Romanian vampire.
"Oh, don't be like that, little woman. These two young ladies are here for party, yes?" he wrapped his arms around Amanda's shoulders and pulled her close to his body. She had her back pressed against his chest and he rested his head at the nape of her neck.
Rogue's green eyes flashed in anger. "Let her go!"
Morbius breathed slightly on Amanda's collarbone, making her shiver. "You cannot deny me flesh that has come to me willingly. That is one of our laws."
"They're drunk-"
"What is the man doing with Mandy?" Wanda whimpered, getting the sense that something was wrong.
Rogue turned to her. "He wants to drink her blood." she whispered
Wanda scowled. "He's a vampire?" she reached into her pocket and fumbled around with something.
Rogue watched her carefully. "Yeah, sugar. He's a vampire."
She pulled a silver chain out of her pocket, getting it caught on the hem for a moment, but she pulled it free. Slowly, Wanda produced a small crucifix from her coat and held it up to Morbius. He hissed and released Amanda from his hold, angry that he was missing a perfectly good meal. Wanda took a step toward him, still holding the cross up in his face.
And his head exploded.
Undead guts and brains splattered all over the place. People stared on in awe.
Wanda just stood there in shock. Amanda shakily grabbed her sleeve and tried to steady herself. "Wanda? Was that supposed to happen?"
Wanda shook her head, sending some organic material to fly off and hit an unfortunate bystander. "Ororo didn't say anything about their heads exploding. She just said that it was supposed to keep them at bay..."
Rogue was relieved that they had sobered up a bit, but she felt that she had a bigger problem on her hands.
A man, holding a large gun with a harpoon attachment stepped onto the D.J table and knocked the poor guy over the railing. He was larger than life. His mocha skin shone with a thin layer of sweat. His black hair was fastened back in cornrows. The crowd watched him carefully.
Rogue stamped her foot in annoyance. "Damn! It's another raid!"
Amanda and Wanda turned to her. "Another what?"
She grabbed them again and started to lead them out. "Lets get outta here b'fore it gets real dangerous."
The man at the DJ table bellowed, "I want LeBeau! Anybody who gets in my way gets written off as a casualty!"
The crowd was silent.
He smirked and put his knee up on the railing, leaning forward and resting his arm on his leg. "Looks like we got ourselves a bunch of newbies! Domino, Maverick, how 'bout we do a little exterminatin'?"
Two more people appeared behind him; a man and a woman, both holding guns similar to his.
The woman, Domino, flipped back her violet streaked hair and smiled deviously. "After you, Bishop. This is your ground."
Finally, an experienced demon yelled "HUNTERS!!!" resulting in a mass panic, and creatures getting trampled on their way to the exits. Bishop let off a few rounds for fun before getting back to business.
~*~
"What was that screaming?!" Amanda demanded, out of breath from running.
"No time for questions. Get yer asses in gear!" the Southern belle commanded from in front. She had more endurance than these two, being cursed and all. She looked to be around their age, so to anybody they passed, they were just three girls out screwing around after dark.
"Where are you leading us-" Wanda stopped her question when they stopped outside a blue, two-story house. "Oh..."
"Welcome home, gals. At least, this is the last place I checked where they were teachin' magik to teenage girls."
Amanda looked to Wanda guiltily, as if to say 'We're screwed.'
Wanda nodded and followed Rogue up the front steps, dragging her feet.
~*~
Trouble. Big, deep, steaming trouble. Wanda and Amanda sat side by side on the couch, facing their mentors. Their hands were folded in their laps, their shoulders hunched in shame. Rogue watched the scene from the doorway, slightly amused by the whole situation. It had been 145 years since anybody had given HER a lecture. She was looking forward to this.
Ororo rubbed her temples. "So, you're telling me that you two skipped out on your lessons to go down to a club for vampires and demons, used your magik to get in, got drunk, then blew a man's head off..."
Amanda nodded, still staring at the floor.
"He was a vampire." Wanda said boldly, receiving a cold look from Agatha. She lowered her head again.
Rogue decided to come to their aid. "Actually, he WAS a vampire, an' Wanda didn' blow his head off. A Hunter did that."
Agatha's wrinkled face became sour. "Hunters." she croaked.
Ororo got all motherly on them again. "Are you hurt? Did you bruise anything?" she watched them shake their heads. "Well in that case, what were you two THINKING?!" she got up from her chair and stood over them, measuring up to a towering 6'. Ororo was a veeerrrry tall woman. "Not only did you risk exposing yourselves, you put yourselves in mortal danger AND abused the Power to do it! Have you learned NOTHING from us?! Do you not remember the Three-Fold Law?!"
"Mind the Three-Fold Law ye should; Three times bad and three times good..." they recited in unison.
Ororo opened her mouth to start lecturing them again, but Agatha placed her bony hand over hers and stood up as well.
"Girls, go drink some of that special tea we had you make last week, then go to bed. It will help with the hangover."
Wanda and Amanda stood up and complied without question, leaving Ororo, Agatha and Rogue alone in the sitting room.
Ororo sighed and flopped down on the couch, covering her face with her hands. "It's getting harder and harder to keep track of those two." she murmured. "What are we doing wrong?"
Agatha shook her head, offering Rogue a seat that she gratefully took. "Do not take their defiance personally, Ororo. They are young and need to experience the world on their own. We cannot shelter them from everything."
"But mingling with vampires!" the African woman exclaimed, earning a quick glare from Rogue. "Sorry, Rogue. I did not mean it as an insult-"
Rogue stopped her. "Nah, it's fine. Ah'm not too fond of 'em either."
"Rogue, you mentioned Hunters earlier. How often have they been showing up?" Agatha pressed.
She fiddled with her scarf. "About once a month. Usually the night b'fore the full moon. There's always three of 'em. Domino and Maverick are just thrill seekers. They'll kill anybody, demons and werewolves alike. Bishop though... he only goes after vampires. Ah've never seen him aim his gun at nobody else."
"That is peculiar..." Agatha mused. "Hunters usually don't discriminate. This Bishop must have a personal agenda..."
"Ah don't really give a damn though, as long as they ain't killin' any of mah friends. Ah'm almost grateful for them. They didn't start showin' up till after Xavier died. Ah tell yah, since he was killed, ain't been nothin' but trouble comin' 'round here. This place was real peaceful. Now it's hard t'get anywhere at night without runnin' into some jerk or an over confidant blowhard demon lookin' t'start a fight!"
Ororo chuckled and sat up. "You sound like you speak from experience."
Rogue shook her head. "The town's goin' t'Hell on the express lane."
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DECENT SUMMARY: Amanda Sefton and Wanda Maximoff are two Magik students under the guidance of Ororo Monroe and Agatha Harkness. A night out leads them to befriend a deviant vampire. She's on a mission to stop the preying upon humans. A massacre takes place at the nightclub, and the three women barely escape with their lives (or undeadness, case pending).
Anyroad! Like previously mentioned, there are absolutely NO OCs in this story. I'm going strictly cannon characters! Not neccessarily cannon pairings, but nyeah, what can you do? When creating an Alternate Universe, you get to play around with such things ^-^! The rating is a precautionary. I plan on having quite a few racey parts. I probably won't write any lemon, because I haven't been able to get past my squeamish little girl side.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own X-Men in any incarnation. Neither do I own any vampires or werewolves. Though, that would be pretty cool! I do own one witch, but I have to share her... which makes me sad... oh well!
Special thanks to Taineyah, crazyspaceystracey, and JadeRoez. This story is dedicated to you, because I love you SO much, and you've helped me (*coughforcedcough*) get to the point of finally starting to post this monster. ________________________________________
Friday night at sunset - two teenaged girls were expected to be with their mentors. It was the weekend, one of them argued. They had been cooped up in the high school all week, they deserved a break.
The other argued that their teachers would be angry with them for skipping their lessons. She was still nervous. She tended to worry about such things. "I just don't like the idea of going out to a club! We ARE still under age!"
"Fine, Mandy. Go! Run back to Agatha and 'Ro! See if I care. I'm going to enjoy my adolescence while I still can."
Amanda still regarded her friend nervously. "I don't want to go back alone! It's after dark, Wanda. And I think there's a full moon-"
Wanda rolled her eyes. "No, it's in its last waxing stage. Honestly, you're the one who actually pays attention to the lessons." She continued toward the heavy metal doors of the night club.
Amanda didn't move. "Wanda. I don't like the looks of this place." she said, referring to the neon sign that read 'Virgins Drink Free' and had a flashing image of Dracula preying on a scantly clad girl.
Wanda sneered at the sign, then started laughing. "Relax, Mandy. That's just a gimmick to lure all the goths and punkers to this place."
"Is that why you want to go here so badly?"
She stopped dead in her tracks. "No!" she said quickly. "As a matter of fact, I'm meeting a friend of mine..."
Amanda recognized that tone of voice. Wanda was covering something up. She only trailed off like that when she was lying or had something to hide. "Yeah, and I'm a good little Catholic school-girl. C'mon, Wanda. Lets just go back to the house and forget about this place for a few more years. Besides, there might be night creatures in there!"
Wanda 'pphft'ed. "You scared? I got it covered! I even remembered my cross and silver dagger, just in case." She pulled Amanda's arm and shoved her toward the door. "Now get your ass in there and lets have some fun!"
The two teens bounded down the stairs, only to be stopped by a large man in a leather vest. He crossed his arms and glared at them expectantly. Wanda looked up at him and giggled nervously, then she turned to Amanda, handing her what looked like her library card.
Amanda gawked at her friend and fellow coven member. She couldn't believe it! That's why Wanda wanted her to go so badly. Amanda specialized in charms and 'glamours'. She wanted her to trick the bouncer into thinking that their library cards were id! Knowing Wanda, she probably would've done it herself, if she had actually tried to master something as simple as an illusion charm. Amanda glared at her in annoyance. "You didn't want to party alone, huh?"
Wanda shrugged and put on a fake grin. "Please, Mandy?" she put on her best puppy dog look.
"You owe me for this." she sighed and handed the charmed cards to the bouncer.
"Alright, Amanda Sefton, and... Bula Pesqualli? ... Enjoy yourselves." he stepped aside so they could get past him. "Drive sober, ladies."
When Wanda finally caught up to Amanda on the dance floor, she grabbed her and spun her around. "What the fuck was that about?!"
Amanda tried to look innocent. "What was what about?"
"My id, genius! Bula?! C'mon! You got to use YOUR real name!" she punched her lightly in the shoulder.
Amanda laughed, making her way over to the bar with Wanda tagging along behind her.
"Tell me this, miss. Sefton. Why are you, oh studious one, heading straight for the booze?"
Amanda raised an eyebrow. "Darling, it's the 'studious' ones who party the hardest."
~*~
"Look there, Caliban. I believe we have ourselves a couple of children in our midst." the woman with an eye-patch pointed out two teenage girls that had been drinking and were dancing wildly to the heavy metal music. The one with dark skin looked extremely out of place, surrounded by hundreds of pale skinned creatures, human and cursed alike.
The man in a fedora looked over his shoulder and the balcony railing to the two mortals. "Foolish girlsss." he hissed sadly. "They know not what they have walked into."
"Should we help them out?"
Caliban shook his head, turning back to his companion. "Not thisss time, Calisssto. Thessse onesss are powerful enough to look after themssselvesss."
Calisto smiled warmly, tracing a finger around the rim of her wine glass. "Your talents impress me, Caliban."
"I am a tracking demon. It'sss what I wasss created to do."
Calisto sat back up in her chair and looked back at the two girls on the floor. "So what do we have? Werewolves? Demons? They aren't vampires, I would've sensed that much."
"They are witchesss. They are ssstill in training, but have great potential, even if they do not realissse it themssselvesss."
"They are silly girls out looking for trouble."
Caliban uncharacteristically smiled. "Aren't mossst teenagersss?"
A young woman walked up to the two at the table and sat down, loosening the scarf around her neck. "Do they hafta make it so hot in this place?! Mah undead body is gonna boil!" she whined in the heavy Southern accent of someone who was raised well.
"Hello, Rogue." Calisto laughed. "Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Ah've been walkin' the Earth for almost 150 years, an' that joke is still not funny."
Calisto shrugged. "If you're going to be a reluctant vampire, you might as well have SOME fun with it."
The Southern woman scowled. "Ah want nothin' ta do with those old traditions. Ah've been human-blood free for 25 years, an' Ah intend to stick with it."
"If you ever change your mind, there'sss two easssy targetsss jussst down there."
Rogue whipped around and looked down at the dance floor. "Ah don't believe it! How did they get past Walker?!"
Caliban calmly took a sip of his drink. "Witchesss."
Rogue groaned and smacked her own forehead. "Thrill seekin' mortals with magickal powers. Oh joy. Aw shit. Morbius... excuse me."
Rogue rushed down the stairs, over to the two dancing girls, who had been joined by one of the more 'charming' of male vampires.
Amanda and Wanda were having a great time, but that may have been because they were too blitzed to realize the real danger they were in. The guy they were dancing with made them laugh. He had a funny accent and said 'bleh' a lot.
"So, then I come to your country from Romania, because of all the pretty girls, bleh."
Wanda and Amanda giggled. He said 'bleh' again! It was funny.
"So, what is your name, beautiful?" he asked Wanda.
"Bula." she snorted, causing Amanda to nearly fall over in laughter. Suddenly two white hands shot out of the crowd and pulled them away from their new friend.
"What the hell?!" Wanda snapped, turning around to face their assailant. Seeing a teenage girl with long brown hair, white bangs and a pale scarf stopped her oncoming rant. "Oh." she smiled. "You sneak in too?" her voice was slurred.
Amanda giggled, "you sound like Sylvester the Cat!"
Rogue frowned. "No, Ah did not sneak in. Ah live downstairs. You two, though, are goin' home!" she started to lead them toward the exit but Morbius stood in front of them.
"On another mission, Rogue?"
"Back off Micheal. These two are off limits, ya got that?!" she bared her fangs at the Romanian vampire.
"Oh, don't be like that, little woman. These two young ladies are here for party, yes?" he wrapped his arms around Amanda's shoulders and pulled her close to his body. She had her back pressed against his chest and he rested his head at the nape of her neck.
Rogue's green eyes flashed in anger. "Let her go!"
Morbius breathed slightly on Amanda's collarbone, making her shiver. "You cannot deny me flesh that has come to me willingly. That is one of our laws."
"They're drunk-"
"What is the man doing with Mandy?" Wanda whimpered, getting the sense that something was wrong.
Rogue turned to her. "He wants to drink her blood." she whispered
Wanda scowled. "He's a vampire?" she reached into her pocket and fumbled around with something.
Rogue watched her carefully. "Yeah, sugar. He's a vampire."
She pulled a silver chain out of her pocket, getting it caught on the hem for a moment, but she pulled it free. Slowly, Wanda produced a small crucifix from her coat and held it up to Morbius. He hissed and released Amanda from his hold, angry that he was missing a perfectly good meal. Wanda took a step toward him, still holding the cross up in his face.
And his head exploded.
Undead guts and brains splattered all over the place. People stared on in awe.
Wanda just stood there in shock. Amanda shakily grabbed her sleeve and tried to steady herself. "Wanda? Was that supposed to happen?"
Wanda shook her head, sending some organic material to fly off and hit an unfortunate bystander. "Ororo didn't say anything about their heads exploding. She just said that it was supposed to keep them at bay..."
Rogue was relieved that they had sobered up a bit, but she felt that she had a bigger problem on her hands.
A man, holding a large gun with a harpoon attachment stepped onto the D.J table and knocked the poor guy over the railing. He was larger than life. His mocha skin shone with a thin layer of sweat. His black hair was fastened back in cornrows. The crowd watched him carefully.
Rogue stamped her foot in annoyance. "Damn! It's another raid!"
Amanda and Wanda turned to her. "Another what?"
She grabbed them again and started to lead them out. "Lets get outta here b'fore it gets real dangerous."
The man at the DJ table bellowed, "I want LeBeau! Anybody who gets in my way gets written off as a casualty!"
The crowd was silent.
He smirked and put his knee up on the railing, leaning forward and resting his arm on his leg. "Looks like we got ourselves a bunch of newbies! Domino, Maverick, how 'bout we do a little exterminatin'?"
Two more people appeared behind him; a man and a woman, both holding guns similar to his.
The woman, Domino, flipped back her violet streaked hair and smiled deviously. "After you, Bishop. This is your ground."
Finally, an experienced demon yelled "HUNTERS!!!" resulting in a mass panic, and creatures getting trampled on their way to the exits. Bishop let off a few rounds for fun before getting back to business.
~*~
"What was that screaming?!" Amanda demanded, out of breath from running.
"No time for questions. Get yer asses in gear!" the Southern belle commanded from in front. She had more endurance than these two, being cursed and all. She looked to be around their age, so to anybody they passed, they were just three girls out screwing around after dark.
"Where are you leading us-" Wanda stopped her question when they stopped outside a blue, two-story house. "Oh..."
"Welcome home, gals. At least, this is the last place I checked where they were teachin' magik to teenage girls."
Amanda looked to Wanda guiltily, as if to say 'We're screwed.'
Wanda nodded and followed Rogue up the front steps, dragging her feet.
~*~
Trouble. Big, deep, steaming trouble. Wanda and Amanda sat side by side on the couch, facing their mentors. Their hands were folded in their laps, their shoulders hunched in shame. Rogue watched the scene from the doorway, slightly amused by the whole situation. It had been 145 years since anybody had given HER a lecture. She was looking forward to this.
Ororo rubbed her temples. "So, you're telling me that you two skipped out on your lessons to go down to a club for vampires and demons, used your magik to get in, got drunk, then blew a man's head off..."
Amanda nodded, still staring at the floor.
"He was a vampire." Wanda said boldly, receiving a cold look from Agatha. She lowered her head again.
Rogue decided to come to their aid. "Actually, he WAS a vampire, an' Wanda didn' blow his head off. A Hunter did that."
Agatha's wrinkled face became sour. "Hunters." she croaked.
Ororo got all motherly on them again. "Are you hurt? Did you bruise anything?" she watched them shake their heads. "Well in that case, what were you two THINKING?!" she got up from her chair and stood over them, measuring up to a towering 6'. Ororo was a veeerrrry tall woman. "Not only did you risk exposing yourselves, you put yourselves in mortal danger AND abused the Power to do it! Have you learned NOTHING from us?! Do you not remember the Three-Fold Law?!"
"Mind the Three-Fold Law ye should; Three times bad and three times good..." they recited in unison.
Ororo opened her mouth to start lecturing them again, but Agatha placed her bony hand over hers and stood up as well.
"Girls, go drink some of that special tea we had you make last week, then go to bed. It will help with the hangover."
Wanda and Amanda stood up and complied without question, leaving Ororo, Agatha and Rogue alone in the sitting room.
Ororo sighed and flopped down on the couch, covering her face with her hands. "It's getting harder and harder to keep track of those two." she murmured. "What are we doing wrong?"
Agatha shook her head, offering Rogue a seat that she gratefully took. "Do not take their defiance personally, Ororo. They are young and need to experience the world on their own. We cannot shelter them from everything."
"But mingling with vampires!" the African woman exclaimed, earning a quick glare from Rogue. "Sorry, Rogue. I did not mean it as an insult-"
Rogue stopped her. "Nah, it's fine. Ah'm not too fond of 'em either."
"Rogue, you mentioned Hunters earlier. How often have they been showing up?" Agatha pressed.
She fiddled with her scarf. "About once a month. Usually the night b'fore the full moon. There's always three of 'em. Domino and Maverick are just thrill seekers. They'll kill anybody, demons and werewolves alike. Bishop though... he only goes after vampires. Ah've never seen him aim his gun at nobody else."
"That is peculiar..." Agatha mused. "Hunters usually don't discriminate. This Bishop must have a personal agenda..."
"Ah don't really give a damn though, as long as they ain't killin' any of mah friends. Ah'm almost grateful for them. They didn't start showin' up till after Xavier died. Ah tell yah, since he was killed, ain't been nothin' but trouble comin' 'round here. This place was real peaceful. Now it's hard t'get anywhere at night without runnin' into some jerk or an over confidant blowhard demon lookin' t'start a fight!"
Ororo chuckled and sat up. "You sound like you speak from experience."
Rogue shook her head. "The town's goin' t'Hell on the express lane."
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