Author's Note: Charles is not in his wheelchair in this fanfic; it's an A.U. fanfic.

Part One

"Charles is that you?" Raven asked as she walked further into the room. She could only see the black shape of a body looking out of the large lounge room window at the front yard.

"Charles?" she once again asked, unsure if it was really him. He often did come down here in the middle of the night to think.

Oh man, she was way too paranoid! Of course it was him, who else could it be? she thought as she relaxed a bit, coming even closer to him.

"Charles what's wrong, why are you so quiet?"

"Raven."

She was relieved to hear the soft masculine voice of Charles Xavier then replied with a simple "Yes".

"Oh good, I've found you at last," Charles's voice said turning around to face her.

"What? What's gotten into you Charles?" she said backing off to go turn on the light. She flicked the light switch on and winced a little as her eyes got used to the sudden change in light. She was so relieved to see that it was indeed Charles speaking to her. What she didn't understand is to why he was acting so strangely.

"Ah how you've grown and become so beautiful," he stated looking her up and down suggestively.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh I am so sorry but Charles is not here, he is up in his room sleeping soundly."

"Than who are you?" she enquired starting to panic.

"Oh you will find out in all due time but right this minute all you need to know is that I'm here to take you home," he exclaimed with a smile on his face.

"Charles if this is one of your twisted jokes it isn't funny," she stated clearly not amused.

"Oh you would wish for nothing more than me to be your dear old brother wouldn't you?" he said as he quickly walked over to her and grabbed hold of her wrist.

She was so afraid that she turned back into her natural form of blue skin and red hair. She desperately tried to escape his grasp on her but it was too strong.

"Help, Charles help!" she tried to scream for help but failed as he used his other hand to muffle her screams.

She was now crying as she saw her best friend, no, her first love, hurting her, but it wasn't him it was someone else pretending to be him. That was what hurt her the most, someone was using Charles's form to hurt her and she didn't even know why.

It was just like all the fear she felt when all of those CIA agents were killed in front of her and Angel left with them even after they had killed Darwin. No it was worse than that fear, it was like the fear she felt when she thought that Charles was going to die or when the doctors told him that he would never walk again.

"Oh why are you so sad? Is it because I look like your dear brother or is it something else? No! You don't actually have feelings for that stupid human that claims he's a mutant just because he can do a little party trick," he said laughing as she started to cry more telling him that she did.

He let her mouth go so she could get some air quite sure she wouldn't call out for help again. God she was so sexy when she was afraid.

"What do you want?" she managed to get out between her cries and panting for air.

"My dear I want you," he replied looking into her golden eyes with Charles's soft blue eyes.

"What—what do you mean?" she said hyperventilating because she already knew his answer.

"I am the same as you," he stated and then changed into another form and then back again. I'm a mutant, is that what he calls them? Charles? When I was old enough I started to look for more like me, and then I heard about you, a mutant just like me and I knew I just had to have you."

"I'm nothing like you," she spat viciously still struggling against his strong grip.

"I'll forget you said that for your sake. Anyway, back to business. I plan to take you away from this crap hole you call a mansion and make you mine."

"I'll never go with you anywhere and further more I'll never be yours," she snapped at him now full of fury.

"Oh you won't, then I'll have to resort to more desperate measures," he suddenly grabbed hold of her short red hair and twisted her arm to the back of her as he spun her around and forced her to walk with him as he still had a strong grasp of her hair, ripping at it if she struggled. He forced her up the stairs and down the dark corridor to Charles's bedroom quickly letting go of her hair to open the bedroom door then once more taking hold of her hair, making her walk and look at the peacefully sleeping Charles Xavier.

"If you don't come with me I'll have to kill him and if you're thinking of screaming you know what I'll have to do with him if you let out a peep," he whispered into her ear and watched as the still sound asleep Charles turned over to face them.

She started to cry uncontrollably hoping that he wouldn't hurt Charles because of it. She loved Charles and could not bear to see him get hurt or worse die so she decided to do it for him. She stopped crying; she was out of tears. She was about to get stolen from her home , her love and the only thing she could hold on to was that she was doing this for his sake. So she said her final silent goodbyes as her heart broke to think she would never see him again.

"Yes," she answered quietly not to wake Charles, looking down at the carpet; she couldn't do anything but hurt and hurt. She was powerless.

"Good now let's go," he stated walking her out of the room as she looked back at Charles one more time forcing herself to go with him.