Wirklich ein Engel(truly an Angel)
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X-men Comics › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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13
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40
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Vermin
~*~*~Author's Note~*~*~
Thanks so much for all the reviews! As for the typos, yeah. I've been uploading by text field and the keyboard I have been using is a bit wonky. Thanks for bearing with me. This one's much better. I'm glad you all find the story interesting enough to keep checking back for updates. I'll try and get them done more regularly, daily if at all possible. Thanks again, and if you have any other questions or suggestions, feel free to E-mail me at: ladynocturne03@yahoo.com
~~ Athlea Kelly
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"I...I lost him!" Emma Frost breathed in disbelief. "I had his mental signature...and it just…went blank!" She shook her long gold hair from her delicate face and glared down the darkening streets as if they were to blame for Nightcrawler's disappearance. Beside her, the night nurse from Metro General hugged herself, eyes wide with fear and concern.
"What does that mean?" She asked breathlessly, looking from The White Queen to Wolverine and Ice Man. "Is he alright?"
"Dunno, Nurse Honey." Wolverine grunted. "Could mean a lot of things. He might be unconscious, or it might mean that there's too many people here to lock onto him without Cerebro." He added, lighting a cigar and casting Emma a meaningful glance. They all knew the unspoken final possibility and none of them wanted to start thinking that yet. He chomped down on the end of the cigar, ghostly blue smoke rising up in front of his stern bewhiskered face.
The kettledrum beat of thunder heralded a coming storm and a nasty one at that. Despite himself, Wolverine grinned.
"Don't worry too much. Storm and Beat will have Vermin talking soon enough." He crossed his arms and glanced up and down the streets as the streetlamps flickered on.
"Are you sure this is where you were attacked?" Iceman asked as he tried to see what Wolverine was staring at. Christine palmer nodded.
"We were on our way to the airport at the Embarcadero when Vermin ambushed us. He hurt Kurt, cut big long gashes in his chest and then came after me. Kurt tackled him and jaunted. That's why I called you. He never came back." Her voice was close to breaking. She was terrified for her would-have-been boyfriend. He had been going through so much since he saved Seth Walker from Dr. Childs and his cult*.
"I smell the blood." Wolverine said with a nod, finally turning his attention back to the three at hand. "If you three wanna go back and use cerebro, I can track him on foot here."
"Well its the only plan we have so far." Emma said drolly, hands on her hips. "And Storm would be furious if her little pet remained lost because I said no."
"You can come back with us, Christine." Iceman said, ignoring Emma. "Beast will want you to help beast figure out what the toxin on Vermin's claws was." Christine merely nodded, guilt twisting her guts into a hangman's noose.
"He's fine, Nurse Honey." Wolverine reiterated before striding off to begin the search.
"I hope you're right." Christine murmured to his departing form. "San Francisco or not, there are a lot of people out there who hate mutants, and Kurt is as mutant as they come."
*Nightcrawler 1-4 "The Devil Inside"
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"Mind if I ask you something?" Ivy asked quietly as she handed Kurt a mug of herbal tea to help him sleep.
"Not at all, Liebchen." He said with a smile, feeling much more comfortable around her now that he had something to wear, pajamas left in the spare bedroom and provided by Dimitri.
"When you first woke up and I walked in here," She blushed slightly at the memory. "You…vanished and appeared back in the bed.."
"Ja, teleporting." He said with a small nod for her to continue.
"Why didn't you do that to get away from those thugs?" She finished. She watched as his expression turned thoughtful and he sipped from the steaming mug before he replied.
"I couldn't." He said at length. "It takes concentration and I have to see where I am going before I jaunt." He flashed a rueful smile and shook his head. "Or I may wind up buried in a wall.."
Ivy shuddered at the thought. But, she shook the thought from her mind.
"Anyway, the tea should help. If you're feeling up to it you could join us for breakfast in the morning." She ventured, scrubbing a hand through her short, rust colored hair. Again his hand strayed to hers, lifting it once more to his lips.
"I look forward to it." He said, glancing up at her with those incandescent yellow eyes. She smiled slightly. He was rather handsome, with a well molded angular face. And, that smile....
“See you in the morning then.” She said, turning to leave, but he didn’t release her hand, his grip in fact, tightening.
“It is my turn to ask you something, Liebchen.” He said softly.
“What?” She asked, pivoting to regard him once more. Again that smile, roguish and charming, his fangs gleaming in contrast to the dark blue hue of the fur on his face.
“Your name?”
"Ivy." She whispered. "Ivy Buckland."
"Lovely name, Liebchen." He said, releasing her hand and leaning back against the pillows provided, taking another sip of tea. "Thank you." He added, averting his gaze.
"Don't mention it." She replied awkwardly. It was so strange, this situation she had gotten herself into, and his gratitude was a bit unnerving. She wasn't certain if she really deserved it. What had happened to him shouldn't have, and she shouldn't have been the only one, of all those people walking by, to notice and stop it. She absently brushed a lock of stray hair from his eyes, smiling slightly.
"G'night." She murmured before quitting the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
"Guten nacht." Nightcrawler said after she had gone, a slight smile tugging at his lips. She really was a kind little pixie. He'd find some way to thank her properly before the X-men found him and he had to leave. Until then…how long would she let him stay? It was not a question her looked forward to asking. She had done so much for him already and without question. With a sigh he finished off the tea she had provided and rolled over, asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Thanks so much for all the reviews! As for the typos, yeah. I've been uploading by text field and the keyboard I have been using is a bit wonky. Thanks for bearing with me. This one's much better. I'm glad you all find the story interesting enough to keep checking back for updates. I'll try and get them done more regularly, daily if at all possible. Thanks again, and if you have any other questions or suggestions, feel free to E-mail me at: ladynocturne03@yahoo.com
~~ Athlea Kelly
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"I...I lost him!" Emma Frost breathed in disbelief. "I had his mental signature...and it just…went blank!" She shook her long gold hair from her delicate face and glared down the darkening streets as if they were to blame for Nightcrawler's disappearance. Beside her, the night nurse from Metro General hugged herself, eyes wide with fear and concern.
"What does that mean?" She asked breathlessly, looking from The White Queen to Wolverine and Ice Man. "Is he alright?"
"Dunno, Nurse Honey." Wolverine grunted. "Could mean a lot of things. He might be unconscious, or it might mean that there's too many people here to lock onto him without Cerebro." He added, lighting a cigar and casting Emma a meaningful glance. They all knew the unspoken final possibility and none of them wanted to start thinking that yet. He chomped down on the end of the cigar, ghostly blue smoke rising up in front of his stern bewhiskered face.
The kettledrum beat of thunder heralded a coming storm and a nasty one at that. Despite himself, Wolverine grinned.
"Don't worry too much. Storm and Beat will have Vermin talking soon enough." He crossed his arms and glanced up and down the streets as the streetlamps flickered on.
"Are you sure this is where you were attacked?" Iceman asked as he tried to see what Wolverine was staring at. Christine palmer nodded.
"We were on our way to the airport at the Embarcadero when Vermin ambushed us. He hurt Kurt, cut big long gashes in his chest and then came after me. Kurt tackled him and jaunted. That's why I called you. He never came back." Her voice was close to breaking. She was terrified for her would-have-been boyfriend. He had been going through so much since he saved Seth Walker from Dr. Childs and his cult*.
"I smell the blood." Wolverine said with a nod, finally turning his attention back to the three at hand. "If you three wanna go back and use cerebro, I can track him on foot here."
"Well its the only plan we have so far." Emma said drolly, hands on her hips. "And Storm would be furious if her little pet remained lost because I said no."
"You can come back with us, Christine." Iceman said, ignoring Emma. "Beast will want you to help beast figure out what the toxin on Vermin's claws was." Christine merely nodded, guilt twisting her guts into a hangman's noose.
"He's fine, Nurse Honey." Wolverine reiterated before striding off to begin the search.
"I hope you're right." Christine murmured to his departing form. "San Francisco or not, there are a lot of people out there who hate mutants, and Kurt is as mutant as they come."
*Nightcrawler 1-4 "The Devil Inside"
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"Mind if I ask you something?" Ivy asked quietly as she handed Kurt a mug of herbal tea to help him sleep.
"Not at all, Liebchen." He said with a smile, feeling much more comfortable around her now that he had something to wear, pajamas left in the spare bedroom and provided by Dimitri.
"When you first woke up and I walked in here," She blushed slightly at the memory. "You…vanished and appeared back in the bed.."
"Ja, teleporting." He said with a small nod for her to continue.
"Why didn't you do that to get away from those thugs?" She finished. She watched as his expression turned thoughtful and he sipped from the steaming mug before he replied.
"I couldn't." He said at length. "It takes concentration and I have to see where I am going before I jaunt." He flashed a rueful smile and shook his head. "Or I may wind up buried in a wall.."
Ivy shuddered at the thought. But, she shook the thought from her mind.
"Anyway, the tea should help. If you're feeling up to it you could join us for breakfast in the morning." She ventured, scrubbing a hand through her short, rust colored hair. Again his hand strayed to hers, lifting it once more to his lips.
"I look forward to it." He said, glancing up at her with those incandescent yellow eyes. She smiled slightly. He was rather handsome, with a well molded angular face. And, that smile....
“See you in the morning then.” She said, turning to leave, but he didn’t release her hand, his grip in fact, tightening.
“It is my turn to ask you something, Liebchen.” He said softly.
“What?” She asked, pivoting to regard him once more. Again that smile, roguish and charming, his fangs gleaming in contrast to the dark blue hue of the fur on his face.
“Your name?”
"Ivy." She whispered. "Ivy Buckland."
"Lovely name, Liebchen." He said, releasing her hand and leaning back against the pillows provided, taking another sip of tea. "Thank you." He added, averting his gaze.
"Don't mention it." She replied awkwardly. It was so strange, this situation she had gotten herself into, and his gratitude was a bit unnerving. She wasn't certain if she really deserved it. What had happened to him shouldn't have, and she shouldn't have been the only one, of all those people walking by, to notice and stop it. She absently brushed a lock of stray hair from his eyes, smiling slightly.
"G'night." She murmured before quitting the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
"Guten nacht." Nightcrawler said after she had gone, a slight smile tugging at his lips. She really was a kind little pixie. He'd find some way to thank her properly before the X-men found him and he had to leave. Until then…how long would she let him stay? It was not a question her looked forward to asking. She had done so much for him already and without question. With a sigh he finished off the tea she had provided and rolled over, asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.