Chapter 7:
–Valerie–
"Mmmm! This is so good!" I moaned as I took another bite of my filet. It was delicious and perfectly tender. I would not be surprised if this steak cost a few hundred dollars. It was the best one I had ever eaten. Wilma had taken me out to a very upscale restaurant that apparently only served the upper echelons of society. The kind of place where they didn't put the prices on the menus. If you had to ask, you couldn't afford it.
"I'm glad you like it." Wilma said. She was sitting across from me eating a smaller salad. "You must have been really hungry."
I wiped my mouth with the napkin as I finished my meal. "I really was! I haven't eaten in…" I pondered for a moment. "A few days?" I said questioningly. I definitely haven't eaten anything since the old Valerie was still in England at least.
Wilma looked alarmed. "A few days!? What happened to you?" She asked me in concern.
"You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you. It's a pretty crazy story to be honest." I said.
"Try me." Wilma said playfully. "I doubt anything you say isn't something I've heard before."
I doubted she'd believe me, but here goes nothing. I'd been working on this cover story for a few hours now anyway. Eventually, people were going to start asking me about my background. I would have to tell them something. The closer to the truth the better.
"You probably won't believe this, but here it goes: There's a global Secret Society of Wizards and Witches that live in the shadows of our society–"
Wilma immediately cut me off as she started giggling. I pouted at her and she waved her hand for me to continue.
"Sorry, please continue." She said. I was well aware of how ridiculous this sounded of course. What was worse, that my story was completely ridiculous or that it was actually true?
I continued, " This secret magic society has been hiding for hundreds of years. They have the ability to mind control and memory wipe any regular people who discover them. This society is currently in the middle of a civil war where an Evil Wizard, who's name I don't want to say, is currently trying to take over Magical Britain. Once he succeeds, he'll set his sights on the rest of Magical Europe before he decides to attack the mundane world." I told her, trying to convey that I was actually serious.
"This sounds like quite the interesting plot." Wilma giggled again. She didn't yet believe me up to this point. "So you are from england? I can tell you have an accent. What does that evil wizard have to do with you though?" She asked me playfully.
"The evil wizard is an extremely prideful manchild. He tried to kill me and failed. When he finds out I survived his death curse, he will for sure try to finish me off. That's why I'm currently in America. I'm here hiding from him while I also grow strong enough to eventually go back and face him myself." I said.
That was my cover story so far. I obviously made sure to leave out anything about reincarnation or the Gamer System. That information would never be spoken out loud.
As for Voldemort wanting to finish me off, I had no doubts about that. I was basically Harry Potter 2.0 since I survived his killing curse. There was now way he'd allow a girl-who-lived and a boy-who-lived to both exist at the same time. Considering I was famous now in the Muggle world, it was only a matter of time before he found out about me.
Wilma frowned after my short explanation. "Are you actually serious about all this?" She asked and I nodded seriously. "Well, what do you know? …A secret magical society? I suppose I've heard stranger things. Do you have any proof of this?" She asked me.
I thought about that for a second. "I have a magic gun with infinite bullets." I told her. I would have to show her later if she wanted to see it. I wasn't going to pull it out in the middle of a restaurant obviously.
"Really?" She raised an eyebrow at me. "Does it work for everyone or just you?"
That was a good question.
[Just you, Host. The Black Revolver is bound to you solely. It's not quite an Object of Power, but it's close.]
I relayed the Systems words to Wilma. She shrugged at me. "If it only works for you, then that could still be explained as your Mutant power. Got anything else?" She asked me again.
I took another couple seconds to think. "...My other biggest proof right now is the Osborn family. I don't think Harry and Norman Osborn are actually sick. I think they are cursed! A curse on their bloodline to be specific. One that makes them progressively die younger each generation." I told her. Knowing that we were in a crossover universe, it made sense to me.
"...Interesting." Wilma said as she picked up a wine glass and swirled it. "I have heard in certain social circles that Norman has spent a ludicrous amount of money on trying to find a cure for himself and his son. Of course, nothing has worked out. It won't be much longer until he's on his deathbed." Wilma informed me.
I nodded. "Harry and I became friends earlier. I offered to heal him and his father…For a price." I explained to Wilma that I probably would have healed them for free if I wasn't currently broke and in need of a place to stay. Besides, it's not like they didn't have the money to spare.
"You need somewhere to stay?" Wilma asked me with a glint in her eye. "Why not stay at Frost Manor with me and my daughters then? The Manor was my father's, and it is one of the few properties directly in my own name. I'm planning on kicking out my piece of shit soon to be ex-husband as soon as he returns from his overseas business trip!" She added hatefully.
From her tone, I had definitely gotten the message that she did not like the guy. "You want me to shoot him for you?" I asked her, only half-jokingly.
Wilma playfully grinned at me. "Would you really? That would save me a tremendous amount of time." She laughed.
I shrugged. If he was a true piece of shit like I was suspecting he was, then I wouldn't mind doing it. "Maybe. It depends on what he did to you." I said. After wiping out an entire gang earlier this morning, I had embraced the fact that I was a killer now. Especially when I realized I didn't feel anything after getting rid of those men. That didn't mean I'd end up killing all of my enemies, I just wouldn't hesitate to put down the really horrible ones.
"…Wait? You're serious!?" Wilma asked me in surprise. She leaned in and whispered to me, "Would you really–"
"Why don't we save such a heavy topic for some place less crowded?" I suggested. I glanced around the restaurant. No one was paying attention to us, but it was always better to be careful when discussing heavy topics like premeditated murder…
Wilma sighed and straightened herself out. "You're right. Let's not talk about that asshole right now. We're supposed to be here celebrating my recovery! So, let's do that!" Wilma called the waitress over and ordered more wine for the two of us.
Since I knew she was filthy rich, I also decided to order the entire dessert menu. It was nice being able to eat as much delicious food as I wanted without any repercussions. I never got any stomach aches and I never had to use the bathroom again if I didn't want to.
Being a Gamer was awesome.
…
–Norman Osborn–
Norman Osborn clenched his fist in anger. Not since the death of his beloved wife had he been this angry!
Unbeknownst to Valerie, Harry's phone was bugged. Harry was the son of a billionaire. It was only natural that his phone was hooked up with tracking and listening spyware. Ever since Harry had given it to her, Norman had been able to listen in on everything said around her for the past few hours. Harry felt bad about tricking Valerie, but he had been listening in as well.
After lunch, Norman had Harry leave school early. One of their company drivers fetched him and quickly drove his son back to their penthouse at the top of Oscorp tower. Norman wanted to hear everything about the Mutant girl who claimed she could heal them from him directly.
Norman had to admit that he was impressed his son had giving the girl his own phone so they could listen in. At the same time, he was furious with what he had heard!
"Magic? A curse on our bloodline!?" Norman exclaimed in anger. "Who the hell are these wizards!? How dare they try to destroy our legacy!" He was absolutely furious to find out the source of his illness all these years had come from some secret magic society he'd never heard of!
It made so much sense now! This was why the brightest minds he could hire were never able to help him. How was science supposed to cure a magical illness!?
"Dad…this is deep. This is like some Men in Black shit right here! Except, instead of Aliens, it's magic!" Harry exclaimed. "What do we do!?"
"Obviously, I'll pay your friend to heal us. She said she'd do it for free, but it would be better to have the world's new best healer indebted to our family. A single cup of her blood completely restored Wilma Frost's mind after all." Norman said. Just like he figured Wilma was, Norman was already planning on ways to endear the girl to his own family. Norman was sure that her powers were the real deal at this point. Norman had met Wilma Frost at numerous social events over the years. The woman had never spoken or acted anything like she was currently. The difference was as clear as night and day. She was a completely different person now after her mind had been healed.
So yes, Valerie's Mutant power was obviously the real deal. Norman would do anything to get access to it! If all the girl wanted was money, then he could easily accommodate. He had plenty of that to spare. He'd also be able to save hundreds of millions of dollars each year now, no longer having to fund all those scientists and projects he commissioned to heal him. If the girl also wanted to date his son, then Norman didn't mind throwing Harry at her either. Norman always had a fascination with evolution, he wouldn't mind his possible descendants having actual superpowers.
"I'll talk to her tomorrow at lunch then." Harry said and Norman agreed. "I cant believe we'll be fully healed tomorrow. I just…wow! This is amazing." Harry said in pure relief.
Norman took a second to calm down and smiled at his son. He could admit to himself that he had been hard on Harry over the years. Norman knew that he had been too hard on Harry. He just wanted his son to have the best life possible with the short amount of time that Harry was sure to have.
He wanted to pull Harry out of that public school he attended and put him in a proper private school. One befitting of Harry's status as the heir to an empire. Harry refused, claiming all of his friends were at that school. It was one of their bigger arguments that his son ended up winning. Norman told Harry that he would regret sticking around that useless public school.
It turned out that Norman was the wrong one. He could be the bigger man and admit that Harry was right. Had Harry not been at Midtown High, he never would have met this girl.
Having gotten everything he needed, Norman turned off the spyware and stopped listening in on Valerie and Wilma. There was no reason to push their luck and keep listening. For all he knew, the Frost Manor might have technology to detect spyware. He knew that his penthouse did.
Besides, he wanted to hear everything Harry knew about Valerie from his own son's mouth. Norman decided to start trying to be a better father, and he figured he could start by teasing his son about his obvious crush.
"So, harry? Tell me about Valerie. …Is she pretty?"
Norman laughed at the embarrassed expression on his son's face
…
–Valerie–
We rode in the limo back to Frost Manor. Wilma's personal guards left us when we got here. Having people following us around, constantly watching, had been a bit unnerving.
When the limo pulled up, I realized that I had been underestimating Wilma's wealth. Her mansion was beyond extravagant. According to her, it had dozens of bedrooms, multiple swimming pools, its own basketball court, a movie theater, multiple recreation rooms, and a bunch of armed guards guarding the whole property…
She offered to give me a tour later. For now, we were taking a break. I was sitting on an elegant couch in one of the Manor's guest rooms. The beautiful woman was sitting on the couch next to me, nursing a small cup of coffee.
"This room is absolutely gorgeous!" I said while looking around in awe. I'm pretty sure that a lot of these decorations were made of real gold and silver. I might have spotted a couple rubies and diamonds as well. And this was only in one of their guest rooms. I ran my hand along the couch I was sitting on. It was unbelievably soft. I couldn't guess what it was made from, but it felt expensive.
"Opulent wealth has its charms, but I feel that it loses its luster after a while. Besides, all these pretty trinkets can't shine when placed in the same room as you, Valerie. Your sheer beauty outshines everything else I can think of." Wilma said to me.
I found myself blushing at her elegant compliment. "...Thank you."
"Of course. I was only speaking the truth." Wilma set her coffee cup down on the table. She smiled warmly at me. Her hand then reached out and settled itself on my upper thigh.
I blushed even more at her comment and at her hand resting on my leg. This beautiful older woman was obviously coming on to me right now.
Wilma's hand gently moved up and down my upper thigh as she spoke. "You're truly amazing, Valerie. I don't know if I've ever felt better in my entire life than after I drink your blood. I definitely feel much…healthier." She added huskily.
"I–Is that so…" I said while glancing down and her hand rubbing my leg. It felt nice, and to be honest with myself, I was feeling incredibly horny right now.
The System wasn't kidding when he said vampires were creatures of lust. A few touches and nice compliments and I was almost pudding…
Was I really going to let a beautiful older woman I'd only met 2 hours ago take advantage of me though?
Wilma smiled at me beautifully. "If you want me to stop, just say so at any time. You're my savior who gave me my life back, I would never want to take advantage of you." Her hand slipped between both of my thighs and started rubbing my jeans directly above my core.
I moaned at the sensation. A pleasant tingle washed over me. "...Please don't stop." I whispered almost pleadingly.
Wilma grinned at me. "Your wish is my command~"
I let out another small moan as she started slowly rubbing her hand up and down over my jeans. I could feel my panties quickly growing damp underneath.
Wilma scooted closer until she was pushing right up against me. She gently placed her right hand on my cheek. Her left hand was still slowly caressing me between my thighs. "You are so beautiful." She said again to me. Her face leaned in and she placed her lips directly against my own. Her kiss was very tender.
I knew it was slutty to kiss an older woman who I barely knew, but I found it difficult to resist right now. My lust was on overdrive. I started kissing her back. She didn't seem to mind my inexperience.
"That's a good girl." She said as we broke our kiss. Her red lipstick was a bit smudged and that only made the kiss hotter to me. "Why don't we move over towards the bed?" She suggested. Her face was a bit flushed and her eyes raked over me with desire.
…
I sat on the edge of the bed, wearing only my new bra and lacy black panties.
Wilma stood in front of me. She was slowly stripping out of her own clothing. I found myself gulping when she removed her top and her large breasts spilled free. My eyes had trouble looking away from the beautiful sight.
Wilma giggled at me. Her breasts bounced as she moved. "I still got it, huh~?"
"Have you seen yourself? You're gorgeous, Wilma." I told her.
She smiled at me fondly. "Well, aren't you just the sweetest as well~" She said while winking at me. She started shimmying out of her skirt next. Her thumbs hooked around her own panties and pulled them down as well.
She wasn't shy as she stood in front of me in her full glory. She kicked off her panties as she strutted over towards me. "Because you've been so sweet and amazing to me, I'm going to rock your world, Valerie~" In one smooth motion, she reached behind me and effortlessly unhooked my bra.
My perky breasts spilled free and Wima licked her lips. "I saw them earlier, but your breasts are absolutely flawless. I love them." Wilma said as pushed me down onto the bed. She crawled on top of me with a grin. Her large bare breasts squished directly against my own.
Wilma started kissing my collar and neck passionately as one of her hands reached down to my panties. Her soft fingers easily slipped underneath them and started brushing up against my lower lips.
My breath hitched and I tensed at the sensation.
"It's ok, let me take care of you, Valerie." Wilma whispered to me. She raised her head until we were face to face. She smiled down at me.
I smiled up at her nervously. "This is my first time physically with another person…ever." I admitted.
Wilma looked surprised to hear that before she grinned at me. "I'm touched. I promise that I'll give you a wonderful first experience." She promised me as she leaned down and kissed me again. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and at the same time, one of her fingers slipped directly inside me!
I moaned into her mouth! I could feel her finger rubbing against my inner walls. She seemed to know what she was doing. Her finger deftly explored inside me until she found a certain spot that had me quivering.
Wilma pulled her tongue out of my mouth and she kissed my cheek. "I did a lot of experimenting back in college. I know exactly how to make other girls scream." She said as she started massaging my g-spot with her finger.
"Fuck!" My back arched and I cried out. My legs started spasming as I felt a powerful orgasm build between my legs.
"God, I missed this. I forgot how much fun making beautiful girls cum could be~" Wilma laughed as her finger continued to massage my inner walls.
It didn't take long before my body spasmed and a powerful orgasm erupted through me. "Wilma, I'm cumming!" I moaned loudly. I could feel my inner walls clamping down around her finger as I came undone.
My head flopped down against the soft bed as I tried to regain my breath. I'd never cum that hard before when I touched myself… Having another person do it was an amazing experience.
"That was beautiful, Valerie." Wilma said as she sat up a bit. She scooted her body until she was sitting on my legs.
My eyes widened and my breath hitched again when Wilma took hold of my left leg. Were we about to–?
"Let's have some fun together this time." Wilma lifted my up leg and hugged it close to her own body. She turned and positioned herself so that her bare pussy was pressed up directly against my own. She slowly started stirring her hips back and forth while holding my leg for support. I was right, we were scissoring!
"Oh my god!" I gasped. The friction felt amazing!
"Your pussy is so wet for me. I love it~" Wilma purred out. She smiled down at me tenderly as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.
Another moan escaped my mouth. The friction of our bare pussies rubbing together felt incredible.
"Aaaahhn. This feels so good~" Wilma sighed pleasantly. "You like my clit rubbing against yours?" Wilma asked as she gazed down at me with a flushed smile.
"Yes. It feels so good!" I moaned
Wilma grinned at my response and started moving her hips faster in a circular motion. As she did so, her large breasts started bouncing up and down on her chest. The sight was mesmerizing. This older woman looked so beautiful as she fucked me.
She continued rocking her hips back and forth. It felt so good and I could feel that crescendo slowly building inside me once again. My breath hitched. I moaned loudly. It felt so good! So much better than masturbation ever had in my last life! I grasped the bed sheets tightly and begged Wilma not to stop!
Her own face was red and flushed at this point. She laughed playfully and never stopped her hips. "As if I would ever stop after seducing such a beautiful girl into my bed. You're mine for the next few hours, Valerie!" Wilma declared as she trailed some kisses along my leg she was holding.
Hours!? Her words set me off even faster. "Wilma, I'm going to cum again!"
She started rolling her hips even faster. Our pussies were rubbing against each other rapidly. Wilma gasped and her eyes went glassy. "Me too! Valerie, I'm cumming!" She started trembling on top of me as she moaned loudly.
Another powerful orgasm ripped through me as my moans joined hers! Wilma let go of my leg and collapsed forwards on top of me. Her mouth found my own and we sloppily kissed as we both came undone~
…
–Emma Frost–
A bit earlier…
"I'll see you later, my dear future Queen." Sebastian Shaw kissed the back of Emma's hand as she got into her family limo. Once the door was shut behind her, she cringed and immediately started wiping her hand off on the seat.
"Disgusting!" She spat out. She hated Shaw so much! She hated how he looked at her like she was nothing but a piece of meat. She hated that she couldn't do anything to stop it. She hated feeling so powerless.
Emma had just spent another torturous day at the Hellfire Club. It was a secret 'Good Ol Boys' club that her piece of shit father joined when she was younger. It was founded decades ago as the most exclusive club in the world. Only the elite of the elite could join as members. Unfortunately, nowadays, it was nothing but a hive of scum and villainy. It was a haven where the world's most ruthless and corrupt businessmen banded together and made countless backroom illegal deals.
Emma sighed as she reached into a nearby cooler and pulled out a seltzer water. She wasn't a fan of alcohol. It weakened her powers. She took a sip while contemplating how she had gotten in this terrible position…
…Emma awakened her mental powers when she was 10 years old. In her foolish youth, she immediately told her father about her mind reading powers, thinking he would praise her. Instead, he slapped her and told her to "stay out of his head, freak!" He stormed out of the house and left her crying on the floor.
The next day he came home and to her shock, she could no longer read his mind. It was only recently that she found out how. The Hellfire Club was well aware of mind readers and provided a way to block them to its higher ranking members.
Her father thought she was a mutant "freak" but that didn't stop him from using her talents as his own. He started taking her to many of his business meetings and used her to read the minds of other people for him to exploit them. This went on for years.
As a little girl, Emma tried to complain to her mother, to beg the woman to help her. It didn't work. Once Emma read her mother's mind, she found out that her mother was nothing but a useless addict. Knowing that nobody was going to help her, Emma decided to grow up fast. The fastest way she could think of was to master her mental abilities.
Emma started using her powers more frequently. The more she used her telepathy, the more powerful it became. She went from only being able to read the minds of people a few feet away, to being able to hear anyone's thoughts within a mile if she concentrated. She tended to only do that sparingly though. It gave her quite the migraine...
Thankfully, her father never found out about her growing abilities. If he had, she had no doubts he would have done everything he could to exploit her even more.
When her mental powers reached the point where they no longer grew stronger, she was surprised when a new power manifested inside of her! She found that she could suddenly turn her entire body to solid diamond! Her speed and strength increased massively in this form, but at the cost of temporarily losing her mental powers. Of course, she also kept this power secret.
For someone who could read minds, Emma was a woman who actually kept many secrets. She was the first person to know that her own brother was gay when she caught him thinking about the nice butt one of the security guards had. That was when she started questioning her own sexuality. Her father had always told her that she was going to have an arranged marriage to another powerful businessman to expand his business empire, but Emma realized just the thought of being married to a man made her sick to her stomach.
She realized that she was very similar to her brother. She wasn't attracted to men at all. She was only interested in women. She was glad that no one else knew this fact except for her.
A few months ago, her older brother came back from college. Emma remembered that he was almost a changed man. Months away from their abusive father had made her brother much more confident with himself. He proudly came out of the closet just to spite their hateful father.
Emma still remembers the look of shock and outrage on her fathers face. She had never seen him so angry and humiliated before. He ranted about how his legacy was tarnished as he had two "freaks" as his children. Neither her siblings nor her mother knew that she was a mutant…
Her father stormed out of the house, and Emma fondly remembered having a nice evening with the rest of her family that night. Even their useless mother was happy. It was one of Emma's last happy memories…
A few days later, her brother died in a car crash.
Emma was suddenly announced as the Heiress of Cold Steel. She didn't care about that though, she only wanted revenge. She knew her father had killed her brother and she was going to make him pay for it!
Unfortunately, her father was smart. Emma knows that he clearly suspected she was going to move against him soon. That's why he preemptively tried to get rid of her first. Since he couldn't have two of his children die so suspiciously, he did the next best thing. He literally sold her off!
He forcefully engaged her to Sabastian Shaw! A King in the Hellfire club, and secretly, a man who was in the process of building his own mutant army behind the scenes. Shaw was a megalomaniac who had actual dreams of conquering the business world. His mutant followers had been secretly killing off or sabotaging all of his competition for decades.
Shaw also had a way of detecting mutants, because he knew that she was one the moment he laid eyes on her. Emma even suspected that Shaw had been spying on her and knew the full extent of her abilities. Shaw was absolutely enamored with Emma and wanted her as his wife and Queen. In his eyes, she already was. She had absolutely no say in the matter…
"We're back home, Miss Frost." The limo driver snapped Emma out of her thoughts as they pulled up to the front of her family manor.
"Thank you, William." Emma said robotically as she hopped out with a sigh. She wanted to get to her room and shower. The Hellfire Club doubled as a high end gentlemen's club/brothel and she felt filthy whenever she had to go there. Sebastian Shaw hadn't yet touched her sexually, but she knew it was only a matter of time. She knew she couldn't resist him if he assaulted her. He was rich and powerful and his mutant ability perfectly countered both of her own. She couldn't read his mind and her Diamond form wouldn't be able to put a scratch on him with his kinetic energy negating ability.
Sometimes, Emma found herself wishing a beautiful heroine would come and rescue her from all this. She knew that that was only a fantasy though...
Emma made it to her room and shrugged off all her clothing. She was probably going to burn it all later. She sat down naked on her bed and let out a sigh. "I'll figure something out." She said to herself. "I'm not going to give up or roll over! For now though, I just need to take a break and destress."
She was about to get up to hop into the shower when her mind picked up someone's very loud thoughts nearby. Sometimes people's thoughts were loud and sometimes they were quieter. Right now, someone in this manor had some very loud thoughts.
Curious, Emma extended a psychic tether to see who was making so much 'noise.' The mind felt slightly familiar to Emma. To Emma's surprise, she quickly found it was her own mother.
Except…it wasn't?
This woman's mind was completely different from the mother Emma knew. Her mother's mind had been practically ruined by years of drug use, but this woman's mind felt perfectly healthy.
How had her mother suddenly recovered? Emma needed to know! Emma decided to psychically slip inside her own mother's mind to find out what was going on. She would be able to see through her mothers eyes and hopefully find out for herself.
"Oh, fuck yes! That feels so good, Valerie~"
Emma blushed madly when she found her mother currently in bed cheating on her father! Wilma Frost was in the middle of having passionate sex with an unbelievably beautiful girl–who seemed to be the same age as Emma!
How scandalous…
Emma watched through her mother's eyes as 'she' made passionate love to the beautiful young woman named Valerie. Emma's breath hitched and her own body started to heat up as she felt and saw everything from her own mothers perspective. Emma knew that she should have pulled out of her mother's mind when she realized what was happening, but she couldn't… In her entire life, Emma had never so much as touched another girl and now 'she' was having incredibly passionate sex with a girl who practically stepped out of her wildest dreams. It was incredible for her.
Emma stayed in her mother's mind the whole time…
Emma felt every single touch, every delicious sensation, and she experienced every single mind blowing orgasm as the two women had sex for what felt like hours straight. By the time they stopped, Emma's bed was completely soaked with her own juices and she was panting wildly.
"That–That was amazing…" Emma moaned to herself. She had no idea sex with another woman could be that intimate and amazing. "Her name is Valerie, huh? I can't wait to meet her myself~"
…
–Valerie–
"I can't go anymore. I'm done." Wilma said as she slumped down on the messy sheets next to me. She was a sweaty mess but had a beautifully tired grin on her face.
I was pretty much the same. Wilma told me she was going to rock my world, and she definitely did. "That was amazing." I told her.
Wilma tiredly kissed my cheek. "It sure was. The best sex of my entire life." Wilma told me fondly as she yawned. "Why don't we take a small nap for a bit?" She suggested while snuggling closer to me.
That was a good idea. I was also exhausted from all the fun we had. I placed my head on her chest and used her large breasts as my pillows. She wrapped her arms around me as I closed my eyes. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
…
…I woke up later and realized I was alone in the bed. Wilma must have woken up before me and headed out. I wasn't upset about that, I knew she had a lot of things to take care of.
So did I.
I tried to sit up, but failed when my whole body felt limp. I flopped back down on the bed face first and giggled. I felt deliciously sore all over.
[I could remove those feelings, but most Gamer's like feeling that way after sex. It's a sense of normalcy and all that.]
I agreed. I might be sore, but it was a good kind of sore.
'You can leave the feelings.' I told the System as I sat myself up successfully this time.
[Gamer's also have perfect control over their Strength so they don't ever accidentally hurt someone if they don't want to.]
That was good to know as well. Sex and super strength didn't always go well together. The TV show 'The Boys' from my last life pointed that out.
I scooted myself towards the end of the large bed. My feet touched the floor and I giggled when my legs actually wobbled. Wilma was incredibly passionate–and pent up. I shakily stood up and made my way over to the bathroom. When I caught a look of myself in the bathroom mirror I started laughing. My hair was a complete mess and I was covered in lipstick marks all over my body. I desperately needed a shower.
…
I emerged sometime later from the bathroom after cleaning myself up and making myself presentable again. I threw on another one of my new outfits and decided to see if I could find the kitchen or dining room in this manor. I was hungry and very 'thirsty.'
[You need blood soon. Especially after you had such a vigorous workout this afternoon.]
As I was walking down the hallway, I spotted an honest to god maid cleaning the area. She noticed my approach and curtsied at me. I knew the Frost family had guards, but I didn't think they had actual servants too. Damn, I was jealous…
"Hello, miss. You are the Madam's guest, correct? Is there anything I can do for you?" The maid asked me.
I told her I was looking for the kitchen or dining room.
"You can find that down this hallway and to the left. You'll find another hallway where you'll want to take a second right followed by a third left, and then one more second right. Did you get all that?"
"…Yes?"
I ignored the System snickering in my head.
She smiled at me and walked away to resume her duties. I shrugged to myself and figured I'd find the dining area eventually. I followed her directions as best as I could but knew I'd messed up somewhere along the way. I ended up stumbling into a large entertainment room. On the wall was a 100 inch flatscreen TV. Underneath it looked to be a couple video game consoles, although I didn't recognize any of the brands. This was someone's game room.
"What are you doing in here?" A girl's voice asked behind me.
I spun around and saw a teenage girl standing in the doorway. She was wearing a black tank top, black shorts and combat boots. Her hair was also dyed black, but her eyes were the same piercing shade of blue as Wilma's. I figured this was one of her daughters.
"Hi, I'm Valerie. I'm a friend of your mothers and was trying to find the kitchen or dining room."
She looked at me skeptically and put her hands on her hips. "I didn't know our junkie mom even had any friends. You don't look like a tweaker." The goth girl said. She obviously didn't have a very high opinion of her own mom.
Wilma was going to have a hard time reconnecting with her daughters if this was how they saw her.
"I don't do drugs, and neither does your mom anymore." I told her.
She scoffed. "I literally saw her popping pills at breakfast this morning."
"Yeah…the situation is complicated. Do you mind showing me to the kitchen at least. What's your name by the way?" I asked her.
"Whatever… Follow me. We have dinner at 6 every night and it's almost time anyway. I'm sure mom and Emma will already be down in the dining room. And I'm Cordelia." She told me.
I followed her out of the room "Your sister is named Emma?" I asked.
Cordelia nodded her head. "She's a bit of a stuck up bitch, but she's the only sibling I've got left now…" She said with a touch of sadness.
Emma Frost…
That name sounded really familiar to me. WAIT!? Wasn't Emma Frost an X-men villain! The sexy blonde woman who could turn her entire body into diamonds and read minds? Did I just have sex with a villain's mom!?
Was Emma even a Villain at this point? Wilma said both of her daughters were still teenagers.
[Holy shit, you're just realizing this now! I thought you knew the whole time! Wilma's last name is Frost after all!]
'I can't memorize the name of every single marvel character in existence!' I replied with a pout.
Dinner hadn't started yet when we got there. Wilma obviously wasn't cooking herself and I realized this family also had personal chefs. I was just going to stop being surprised at this point…
"Hello, Valerie. Did you get some rest?" Wilma asked me as I sat down next to her at the large table. It could easily seat 20 people, but the four of us sat close together. Cordelia sat on the other side of the table, next to her sister.
I glanced forward and noticed Emma Frost was blatantly staring at me. If she was a mind reader, did that mean she already knew what happened between her mom and I?
"So mother, who is your friend?" Emma asked blatantly. "I didn't know that you had any younger friends~."
Yep, she knew…
{Emma Frost- Level ?
Thoughts about you: Emma knows you slept with her mother. She was watching the whole time with her psychic powers. She wishes she could have taken her mother's place in that bed…}
I found myself blushing in embarrassment. There was a lot to unpack there. Emma continued blatantly staring at me and I did my best not to meet her eyes.
Wilma coughed awkwardly. "Girls, this is Valerie. She'll be staying with us for a while…"
"Why?" Cordelia asked.
"I'm homeless after an evil wizard tried to kill me in England and I fled to America. I'm going to get stronger here then go back and kill him." I said with a straight face. Wilma sighed next to me.
"Uh huh, sure." Cordelia said sarcastically. She didn't believe a word of what I just said. She turned towards her mom. "Valerie told me you're off the pills now? How long is that going to last? A week, a day, a few hours? You've told us this before."
"You do seem a lot healthier, mother." Emma noted. "How did that come about?"
"I healed her of all her addictions. I'm a Mutant with healing powers." I told them. It was interesting that she didn't already know that, but maybe she didn't like reading the minds of her family members.
Wait!? Can she read my mind?
[No. Gamers Minds are impenetrable unless you choose to let someone in.]
I sighed in relief.
Emma looked at me in surprise. "A mutant with healing powers? I've never heard of that. Every single mutant I know of only has combat based powers." Emma said. "That's why humans are so afraid of us–I mean them.
Wilma startled next to me at Emma's words. I don't think she even knew her daughter had powers until that little slip up. Wilma didn't say anything right now though. I figured she'd want to talk to her daughter in private.
Cordelia also looked at me in disbelief. "Our mother has always been a piece of shit junkie who never cared about us! All she cared about was her next hit! You're telling me you just walked up to her and BAM–she's cured forever!?" She asked in disbelief while glancing between me and her mother.
I nodded at her. "That's not exactly how it went down, but pretty much."
"That's bullshit!" Cordelia exclaimed. "After she sat by and did nothing while dad treated us like trash!? After she let him get away with murdering our brother!?"
Wilma and Emma both gasped. Also, Wilma's husband murdered his own son!? Maybe I should shoot him after all…
"I'm not stupid, I know he did it!" Cordelia told Wilma and Emma.
"Don't ever mention that out loud again!" Emma warned her sister. "Don't think father won't try and get rid of us as well!"
Wilma sighed sadly and turned to me. "Would you mind giving me some alone time with my daughters, Valerie? I can have dinner sent up to your room. I have to have a long conversation with both of them."
"Actually, I was thinking of heading back into the city for a bit. There's some things I need to take care of." I said.
Wilma nodded. "Feel free to have one of our drivers take you. We have multiple drivers on standby at all hours." Wilma said.
I thanked her and made my way out of the dining room. Honestly, I was glad to be out of there.
Whatever the chefs were making smelled amazing, but I would have had trouble eating in a room with such a tense atmosphere. Wilma and her daughters had years of baggage to unpack and I didn't want to be there for it.
I accepted Wilma's offer of letting a driver take me where I wanted to go. During the drive, I checked over my stats once again.
Valerie Tepes (Mutant-Dhampir Princess)
Class: Gunslinger (8/100)
Mutant Gear: Grail of the Night Queen
Lv = 2 (160/400 XP)
Health = 2750/2750 (Constitution x 100 + Lv x 10)
Health Regeneration = (Constitution Per Minute x 10)
Mana = 450 (Intelligence x 10 + Lv x 10)
Mana Regeneration = (Wisdom x 10 Per Minute)
Stats:
Constitution = 25
Strength = 20
Dexterity = 20
Intelligence = 25
Wisdom = 20
Charisma = 41
Perks:
Gamer's Mind
Gamer's body
Observe
Commanding Voice
Skills: Blades 1, Guns 1
I noticed that my current XP had gone from 150 to 160. How did that happen?
[You got 10 XP for healing Wilma Frost.]
'I can get 10 XP for every person I heal?' I asked. That's the same amount as when I took down those gang members.
[I said it before. Some Gamer's like to play as healers while others prefer combat. Some people enjoy a mixture of the two or neither at all. You'd be surprised at some of the ways Gamers in other Universes gain XP. Healing curses or more serious injuries will grant more XP as well. The same is true if you take down higher level enemies.]
I smirked. That opened up a whole new avenue of XP grinding for me. I could theoretically get hundreds if not thousands of XP every night if I went around healing people!
I would only have to be careful and make sure people didn't blab about my identity afterwards. I wasn't like Spiderman who wanted to hide his identity forever, I just didn't want to advertise that I could heal pretty much anything until I was strong enough to fight off all the groups that would absolutely try to abduct me once they found out.
I closed my stat sheet when the car arrived at my destination. I got dropped off in Central Park and told the driver I would find my own way back. I might be out here for the next few hours.
The sun was just setting and pretty soon it would be night time. The creatures of the night would be on the prowl. Creatures like me. My throat was burning and I knew that I NEEDED to drink blood tonight. My instincts were telling me something bad would happen if I didn't. The old Valerie used to regularly receive small cups of her fake mother's blood every few days.
It has now been days…
Could I have asked Wilma for her blood? Probably. However, there's a part of me that is still afraid of a possible rejection, no matter how slim that chance might be. I know I'm being silly and paranoid, but I want to keep my full nature hidden just a little bit longer.
Vampire's don't have the best reputation after all. There is no 'Twilight Series' in this Universe. Vampires aren't sparkly creatures who are just misunderstood. There is no animal blood option.
Blade and Harry Potter are both real here. Vampires are monsters that feed on people. And the blood has to be fresh.
[Blood that has been sitting in a frozen blood bag for months is basically 'dead.' It's completely useless for you to drink.]
As the sun set, I found myself walking through Central Park. Searching for a possible target. I'm not going to go after any innocents obviously, but anyone else is fair game.
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