A Dark and Stormy Night

A Dark and Stormy Night Chapter Nine (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta… *glomps * Readers/Reviewers: Sorry for taking so long. Le sigh. *kicks RL *


Kurt padded to the door with the thin blanket wrapped around him and stared out into the snowy landscape. He had never seen so much white before and it was unnerving. It was as if they were the only people left alive and the world had gone into a deep sleep, leaving them to fend for themselves. Sabretooth had disappeared before the weak light he called dawn had seeped into the cabin, leaving Kurt alone and cold. He was afraid to venture out alone to look for firewood, the cradle by the hearth empty, so he simply shut the dond pnd pulled the blanket more tightly around him. His feet ached with the cold and he wished, for the first time he could remember, that he had shoes. Magneto had never made him wear shoes and Kurt had never needed them at his home. He missed home. But not, he thought, surging with anger, Pietro. He did not know what the other boy had done but he knew it was the cause of him being here. He shuffled back to the bed again and crawled onto the creaking mattress, twisting and turning until he was cocooned in the blanket, shivering and desperate for warmth.
_*Get up. * _
Kurt’s eyes flew open and he stared at the wall across the cabin. The voice had been so clear that he expected to see someone in the room with him.
_*Get up. You need to keep moving. You’ll freeze to death if you don’t. * _
Kurt stayed very still for a moment. “Hello?” he hazarded, using English because the voice spoken in English. _Funny… I always thought God spoke Germa
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_*There’s firewood under the trap door in front of the hearth. *_
Kurt slowly got to his feet and creakingly made his way to the hearth. He saw the flat ring set into the wood at his feet and felt a strange tingle in his spine. It was not his imagination… someone was telling him these things! He worked the old, stiff door open slowly, nearly toppling over backwards when it finally swung upwards. After a riotous sneezing fit, Kurt was able to peer down into the shallow storage space and see the collection of neatly split logs, ready for the hearth. Venting a gasp of relief, Kurt managed to fumble a few into place before he realized he had no method of lighting them.
_*There is some tinder in the box on the mantle and a box of matches on the table. *_
Kurt nodded as if the voice could see him. He had stopped questioning it’s origin within seconds of finding it spoke the truth and instead obeyed it. He found the items e the the voice had indicated and set about making a fire with his stiff fingers barely cooperating. After what seemed like forever, a tiny flame caught the tinder and soon, the logs began to burn with a cheery glow. Kurt huddled close, unwilling to add more wood for fear of smothering the nascent flames he had going and instead basked in the warmth glowing in the hearth.
_*There is some dried meat and some bread in the cabinet under the window,* _ the voice informed him a while later. was was not sure how much time had passed but was surprised to find that he had dozed off. He scrambled to his feet, relishing the warmth now seeping through his bones and found the slightly stale bread and meat of dubious origin where the voice had told him. “Danke,” he said aloud, tearing a chunk off the bread.
_*Water is in the jug near the stove* _
Kurt hurried and grabbed it, downing half of it before realizing he did not have to rush. “Danke,” he said again, feeling a shade silly for speaking to an empty room. By the time he swallowed the last of the bread and tucked the remaining dried meat away for later, he had gathered the courage to ask a question. “Who… who are you? Are you.. an angel? Can I see you?” He stood in the middle of the room, his clothes hanging loosely as he tried to surreptitiously look for some sign of a physical manifestation of the voice.
_* Open the door, *_ came the reply, which sounded like it was laughing.
Kurt stood stock-still for a moment before he felt his feet move. He found himself standing at the door, pulling it open, afraid of what he would see. _Angels are hore ine in their aspect, _ he remembered from all of his lessons. _They’re fearsome and war like and… _ “Oh,” he breathed. “ Hello…”
The beautiful red head smiled. “We have warm blankets waiting for you.”
Kurt’s mouth dropped open and he could not find his voice. The older man next to her spoke then. “Kurt, it’s alright. We mean you no harm…”
Kurt started. The voice… “Okay,” he managed. “But what about Sabretooth?”
The pair exchanged glances. “He’ll manage on his own. Come on,” the red head ordered. “We don’t have much time.”
Kurt nodded and stepped out into the cold, shutting the door behind you. “Where are we going, anyway?”