A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is out a little later than the others. My personal life has been insane lately, and I just started a new job so I'm trying to figure out how to manage everything right now. There might be typos in this chapter cause I didn't really focus when I did the final check, so I am sorry if there is any! Also, since it's only a few days away, Happy Valentine's Day!~
A blinding light burned through Lea's eyelids and caused her to stir. The heat that was radiating from the rays caused Lea to grow uncomfortable. Her hand twitched ever so slightly, which allowed her to feel a waxy, paper-substance. It annoyed her senses, and the urge to get up rose inside her, an urge she ignored when she heard voices. She decided to continue to pretend she was asleep so she could listen in.
"Ya think she was raped?" a gruff male voice asked in a hostile tone.
"There was dried blood on her thighs, and considering her company, it is a logical conclusion, Logan," a woman replied in a hushed voice.
"I get ya can't smell what I can, but she reeks of Victor and a woman like her sure as hell can't get raped," he argued. "Someone like her shouldn't be around the youngsters."
"Dr. McCoy wants to speak with her. He thinks she could help him, and the professor thinks she'd be helpful in training for the students," she answered.
"The kinda mutant she is eats kids like the students for breakfast," he growled.
"She isn't that bad- She's close, but she won't attack the kids," a new voice chimed in, the silvery ring helped Lea to recognize the voice to be Roxanne's. "And when push came to shove, she did protect me from Victor."
"That's instinct, kid," the man said. "And if I remember correctly, you were happy to be away from her."
Lea couldn't help but grow annoyed. They were talking about her without knowing who she was, and the conclusions they jumped to pissed her off further. The only person who seemed to have a slight idea of who she was, was the man that was talking. Either way, she was fed up with letting the conversation go on. Her eyes snapped open, a hiss leaving her as the light burned her eyes, and she smacked the light away. It resulted in a loud crash, and when her eyes adjusted, she saw she was in a sleek blue room.
"Lea!"
Her eyes flickered over to her sister, who came rushing into the room, followed by the man she had seen before passing out. She noticed that Roxanne wasn't in her hides, but in human clothes instead. Her auburn locks were pulled into pigtails, and she wore a hot pink sundress. A growl of disapproval left Lea, which was threatening enough to cause Roxanne to stop an arms-length away from her sister.
"Why the hell was he on my land?!" Lea demanded, thrusting a finger at Logan.
"I-I don't know! But I asked them to help!" Roxanne stuttered.
"You think I needed help!?" she growled in a offended and hostile voice. "I was doing just fine!"
"Sure ya were, throwing ya self down a mountain was a real smart move," Logan snorted, rolling his eyes.
Her topaz blue hues shifted and fixated on Logan. Her pupils noticably became slits when they focused on him, a sign of her dislike for the male. She pushed off of the table and glared at him while remaining in front of her sister.
"Watch it, pretty boy or I'll rearrange your fac-" Lea stopped in the middle of her threat when she caught his scent. It was very similar to Victor's, yet unlike Victor's undertone scent of blood and danger, Logan had an undertone of metal and cigars. The similarities in their scent caused Lea to become confused. "Why the fuck do you smell like Victor?"
"Excuse me?" Logan's tone of voice made it seem like he was offended by Lea's question.
"It is likely that the reason Logan and Victor's scent are so alike to you is because of their blood relation, just like Roxanne and you have a similar scent," a voice with a British accent joined into the conversation.
The trio's attention shifted, and Lea's eyes widened at the sight before her. There were three more people coming into the room: An elderly bald man in a wheelchair, a woman in a tight red dress behind him, and to their side was a man covered in vivid blue fur, yet it was groomed and tame, while he was stuffed into a suit.
"I hope you are not antagonizing her, Logan," the old man said in almost a warning tone.
"She started it," Logan grumbled, obviously realizing that he sounded, and looked, like a child as he crossed his arms along his chest.
His childish answer caused looks from the trio that had entered the room, while Lea gave an eye roll. He smelled like an alpha, but so did the furball, yet they both didn't seem very intimidating to her. The only thing that caught her interest at the moment was the so called blood relation between Victor and Logan. What was their connection to one another? Where they father and son? Didn't seem likely, Victor wasn't a fatherly type. Cousins? Possibly. Brothers? Likely. Uncle and nephew? Also likely. She looked over to Logan, ignoring the conversation between the others.
"How are you related to Victor?" she asked.
"Logan, why do you and Roxanne come with me, lunch is ready anyways," the woman in the red dress said.
Logan looked at the woman in disbelief, which made it clear to Lea that he wanted to stay. Why? She didn't know, but she also wasn't exactly fond of being in a room with two alphas, mainly because she knew she was on their territory. Just like Victor was the unwelcomed guest on her land, she was the unwelcomed guest on their land. Roxanne, on the other hand, merely nodded and walked over to the woman without hesitation.
"Let's go, Jean," Roxanne said with a smile.
"Logan," Jean waved for him to follow.
There was another awkward moment where Logan didn't move. The old man in the chair was looking at Logan in utter silence, and Logan suddenly looked irritated. It took a few moments, but eventually, Logan growled. He stormed out of the room without saying anything, and Roxanne and Jean followed after him.
"I'd like to apologize for his behavior, Logan can be quite difficult at times," the man in the wheelchair said. "I'd also like to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier, and this is my associate, Doctor Hank McCoy."
"It is a pleasure, Lea, I've been told quite a lot about you from Roxanne. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about your mutation," the blue furball named Hank said.
"Yeah, no," Lea dismissed with ease. "Just tell me where the fuck I am so I can find my way home."
"You're at my school for the gifted. It is a place where young mutants who are just developing their mutation can come here to learn how to control their mutation and educate themselves. It is a safe haven for our kind," Charles explained.
"Well that's fucking great, but I'm looking for a state. I don't give a shit about your stupid school," she snapped.
"We are located in New York, and I can assure you this school is not stupid. It is important for one to learn to control their mutation, though, you've never had that issue, have you?" Charles asked.
"That's none of your business," Lea growled. "Now are you gonna tell me how Logan is fucking related to Victor?"
"Sit. I'd like to extract some blood and we can talk while I do so."
Lea sighed but did as she was asked. She hopped back onto the cool table that was covered by the paper sheet. Her legs were closed together tightly as Hank walked over to her. Her eyes narrowing as he pulled over a cart with a bunch of things she didn't know and pulled out a notepad. He handed it to the professor, who opened it and looked ready to write.
"Hold out your arm," Hank asked, then after Lea did, he answered her question. "Logan and Victor are brothers. Half-brothers, but brothers nonetheless. It's why their scent is so similar to you. For example, when I compare the scents of your sister and you, there are similarities, but differences to personalize you. Your scent has an undertone of mint, while Roxanne's undertone is cinnamon."
At his in depth answer on scents, Lea actually felt impressed. She hadn't know that about scents. It seemed like common knowledge now that he had explained it, but the personalization thing is what really made it for her. It made her think she could learn things from him, and further understand herself as he took her blood. She looked at him in a surprisingly calm manner.
"I'd like to stay, but under certain circumstances," Lea said in a business-like tone.
"Of course, we can discuss them," Professor Xavier nodded, rolling closer to her.
"I want my own room, I don't want anything to do with your little band of mutants, and the brats that run around here, you aren't the boss of me, and Big Blue here is gonna talk to me to tell me about this research of his," Lea thrusted her thumb towards Hank. "In return, I'll give my full cooperation to help him."
"Very well. There is one final thing I need to inform you of," Professor Xavier said, glancing at Hank for a moment in a hesitate manner. "I am a telepath, which means I have the ability to read minds, however… I cannot read yours. It is like there is a shield surrounding your mind. When I attempt to read yours, it causes me pain. Have you ever encountered mutants before us today?"
The way he spoke confused her. Her brows pushed together as she stared at him. Part of her was offended that he believed she didn't know what a telepath was, but then again, the way she looked at the moment didn't scream that she was an educated individual.
"The only other mutants I've encountered are Victor and my grandfather," she answered.
"I see… Thank you. Roxanne will take you to your room."
After Lea was taken to her room, she had hopped into the shower and cleaned herself. She wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel, a soft sigh leaving her as her muscles felt much more relaxed than they had felt in a long time. She walked out of her bathroom into the bedroom, and froze in the door frame. Roxanne stood in front of her bed, with a pile of clothes on it.
"I'm not sure of your size… There's a bunch here, the bras might be tight though," she muttered quietly. She dug through the pile and pulled out a black dress. "I think this would fit you best… Dresses, in my opinion, are the easiest to fit for…"
Lea bit the inside of her cheek and chewed on it lightly as she stared at the dress. She knew her hide was destroyed beyond repair at the moment, and she couldn't walk around naked. With a displeased look, she yanked the dress from her sister's hands and flipped it to read the size label. Medium. She gave a heavy sigh and looked back to Roxanne. "Some privacy would be nice."
"Oh! Sorry…" Roxanne quickly hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Once she was alone, Lea glared at the dress. The fabric felt so different to her, compared to her animal skin hides. She reached for the zipper, and grimaced when she saw how she was meant to wear the simple article of clothing. It didn't look pleasant, but she quickly dried herself off with her towel and began attempting to get into the dress.
There were constant growls, whimpers, and whines leaving Lea as she tried to wiggle and shimmy into the dress. Her hips felt tight as she managed to drag it to her waist, then came the torturous part of cramming her breasts into the small dress. She tried to zip it up once she was properly in black clothing, but grew frustrated when it wouldn't get past her shoulder blades. Of course the dress was too small for her, considering her body structure and natural muscles.
She groaned when she tried to move, and the dress only allowed stiff movements. She groaned louder and flopped backwards onto the bed. After sinking almost immediately into it, Lea fell off the bed with a thud. She scrambled onto her knees, hearing a tear from her dress in the process, and popped back up to stare at the bed.
"What the!?" she hissed.
Lea crawled back onto the bed, moving wobbly as she did so. The mattress felt like a marshmallow beneath her weight, and it confused her senses. She tried to circle around the bed, and feel everything out. The sheets were silk, which felt cold and oddly soft compared to the cotton dress she was wearing at the moment. She was eventually able to get comfortable after burrowing under the sheets, and plopped down onto her stomach. Her head touched the cool pillow, and that felt like it was trying to suffocate her. She threw the pillow off the bed and used her arms as her pillow, something she was used to. While this place may have been a safe haven for others, Lea found it to be her own personal hell.
Fact for the Chapter: Lea also has a secondary mutation. Hers is a Psychic Shield, which as we can see from the chapter, means that there is something that cloaks Lea's mind to prevent her from her mind being read/controlled.