Liebe eines Dämons
I don't own X-Men: Evo
Chapter Eight
Violet smiled as Kitty and Kurt broke the news to the institute. Everything was coming out just as she wanted it.
Then Xavier caught her eye.
The girl silently cursed. If he found out about it, then everything would be ruined! She just couldn't allow that to happen.
So she strengthed the wall around her mind, keeping him out of it. She missed her chance to swamp her brother and Kitty with questions as the others moved in on them.
"Man, why couldn't I be the first to know? I mean, I'm you're roommate!" Evan asked, watching Kurt as the elf hung himself from the ceiling.
"Yes, and you have been very argumental since you returned to the XMen." Kurt answered. Evan rolled his eyes.
"Do you even know how far along she is?"
"I'm willing to bet a month." Kitty said, typing a letter to her parents. Rogue sighed.
"Do you honestly think it's safe to have a second generation mutant growing in you with all this anti-mutant shit still going on?" Kitty peeled her eyes off the computer screen to look at her.
"Second generation or not, I don't really care." She remembered what Rogue had done a year ago. "Did you really think it was a smart thing to absorb CarolDanvers with the mutant haters out there?"
Rolling her eyes, Rogue fell back onto her bed. "I hope they put an end to the anti-mutant problem soon."
Kitty smiled slightly, watching as Rogue hovered over the bed.
"How's Remy been?" Rogue hovered a few more inches. Kitty could barely seem the look on her face.
"The Swamp Rat called yesterday. He's wanting me to come with him back to Louisiana for Mardi Gras." Kitty raised an eyebrow. "His dad didn't get kidnapped again, did he?"
"No, Kitty. That was the last time." Rogue said, no doubt rolling her eyes again. "Maybe me and Kurt should come with. Atleast there he can give the holowatch a rest."
"Yeah, maybe."
'Let's see... mom's dead, dad sealed... and neice or nephew's on the way.' Violet grinned to herself. 'Can the blood work when it's still in the womb?'
She rolled over onto her stomach, reaching down under her bed to grab her bag. She pulled out a newpaper, reading reading over certain areas briefly.
'He's already used his day. I suppose it's going to have to.'
Xavier frowned. Kurt had told him what Violet had done to Wanda. He could only wonder what she would be doing after the news had been told to the mansion.
She had strong barricades around her mind, but there had to be some other way to find out.
Feeling out for Kurt, he found him asleep. Pushing his way into the boy's memories, Xavier started searching for anything that could be useful.
What he found disturbed him.
They were thirteen, and Violet was offering him a knife. Blood spilled from the cut on her own arm.
"Come on, Kurt, it's nessicary to bring him to us." With a breath he traced one of his veins, watching idlely as the blood wet his fur and spilt down his arm.
"Now how..."
"You know the feeling that you get right before you port?" Violet asked, and he nodded. It was a pulling at his gut, near the brink of an out of body experiance.
"When you get that, hold it." He wasn't entirely sure about this. However, the call of their names prevented either one of them to go any farther.
That had been their first try. Xavier pulled out as he reached the point of Violet's sudden illness.
They were second generation mutants after all. Xavier sighed, turning to Cerebro and running a search on the mutant Azazel.
