Liebe eines Dämons

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Chapter Three

"Did he leave a mark?" Violet asked absently as she and Kitty sat in the livingroom after dinner. Kitty looked up from her book, raising an eyebrow at the older girl even though she couldn't see her.

"What do you mean?" Violet's fingers flexed over the cover of her own book, and Kitty lowered the romance novel and gave the witch her full attention. "A mark. Did Kurt bite you while you two were making--"

"Oh!" Kitty blinked rapidly, raising the book again to hide her face. Violet was obviously laughing silently to herself behind her book.

Kitty realised that Violet had rolled her eyes at her body, not Kurt's. Afterall, Kitty was the typical American female sterotype, trying her hardest to obtain the physical stature of supermodels. Why would Violet have any reason to roll her eyes at her own flesh's physical appearance?

She wouldn't. Growing up with Kurt, there were bound to be walk-in-the-bathroom-while-the-other's-bathing moments, Violet would know that Kurt was blue all over.

Kitty looked at Violet curiously over the book, noting that the elder mutant couldn't have been much bigger than Kitty herself. Afterall, she was about three, maybe four, inches shorter and apparently weighed less.

"Well?" Kitty jumped slightly. She hadn't answered, had she? "I think so..."

"Where?" Violet's voice came out of the depths of the book as urgent, and slightly... was that a possesive tone?

"Um..." Violet's book was sudden closed with a snap of paper on paper, placed between her thighs as she leaned over towards Kitty. "Did he bite your inner thigh, Kitty?"

"Y--"

"Scheiße!" Kitty gave Violet a questioning look as she continued to go on in German. "Did the skin break?"

"Yeah. Why, what does it mea--"

"He marked you as his mate." Kitty paled, looking at Violet as if she'd grown a third head. "M-Mate?"

"His life partner, Kitty. Out of the two of us, Kurt takes the most after daddy. Mystique has a mark where daddy made her his mate, too." Violet bit her lip. Hard. Blood flowed down her chin in a small trickle. Kitty looked at her for a moment.

"What do you mean daddy? You and Kurt know your birth father? How? I thought he was dead?" Violet looked at her, those unmatched eyes burning into Kitty with untold secrets.

"Our father is a demon... or more specificly, the demon." Kitty's eyebrows raised. "As in the devil?"

"Yes. Unfortunatly, just when our mother went to tell him that she was pregnant, daddy got sealed away again." Violet wrapped her arms around her knees, and Kitty noticed the scars lining the blood veins on her wrists.

'Is Violet a cutter?' Kitty frowned, biting her lips togather as she went back to her book. She had some research to do.


"Kurt?" Kitty walked out to the balcony, looking at him as she tried to decide what to say.

"I take it Violet told you?" Kitty jumped slightly, nodding as she leaned against the railing. Kurt glanced at her, then back at the sky. "I'm sorry, I never ment for it to go that far. It's just so hard to fight instinct when I'm with you, Kitty."

Kurt turned his head again, and Kitty noticed that Kurt's left ear was pierced. A three fingered hand was held out to her, wrist up. Kitty gasped softly at the scars, oddly identical to Violet's.

"Vi and I have been trying since we turned thirteen to release our father. The ritual requires blood sacrifice from the children of the demon. We looked over one critical fact for four years, however. We have to have three of the shared blood. I'm trying to keep Violet from realizing that Rogue is our blood. If she gets Rogue addicted to cutting the way she has, then I'm afraid that Rogue really will go for the suicide." Kitty looked at him, letting this soak in. Six years they'd been living with this. Kurt had been forced to go cold turkey the moment he arrived at the mansion.

How? Why? They were basic questions asked every day. Yet for Kitty they seemed so alien on the subject.

Kurt had been forced to live with the knowledage that he was the son of Lucifer, and yet he still went on with his preaching of God.

He had to take being called a demon and know it was true.