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Beauty and the Nightcrawler	By : VenusLuv Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 2526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the xmen or any marvel mutant in this story. I only own Ivonaand the members of her family and momb members. I also make no profit in sharing this story on this website.

Chapter List
- 1-Meeting at the church
- 2-Chapter 2: New Patient
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I do not own any Marvel Mutant. However I do own Ivona, her family, and any mob leader seen in this story. I also make no money in putting this story on this website.
Chapter one Meeting in the Church.
The cold wind was blowing bitterly. It flew through the young girl's hair without mercy. "NNN...this is going to take forever to brush out.." she mumbled in a thick Russian accent. She walked around the deck of the ship now late at night. She leaned over the edge and watched the water hit against the side of ship continuously. Her long black skirt whirled to the side exposing the long black boots she wore under it. She hugged her long black trench coat around her as she kept on walking.
She was sure that the captain was the only one up besides her. But for some reason she just couldn't get to sleep. She brushed her strawberry blond hair out of her face once more as she sat down on a bench. "Tomorrow..Tomorrow...I will be in the united states." she thought about the forms she had in her bag that made her a U.S citizen. She had waited 5 agonizing years for this day to come. She was lucky she had a friend in the department that helped her. Being a wealthy man's daughter had some advantages. She leaned back and looked up at the sky. It was so clear. She wondered if people in America could see this very same clear sky.
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Elsewhere in New York, a familier blue elf was sitting on his balcony gazing out at the city that never slept. He was going to miss this place. It was nice. Made him feel that he could actually belong somewhere. But what good was he here? He didn't teach a class. And it's not like people would hire a mutant like him anywhere. He envyed mutants like Ororo, Jean, and Logan.
They could hide the fact that they were mutants if they really wanted to. But him? He can't. There was nothing hiding the pure yellow eyes, the blue fur, the pointed ears, the tail. He looked back at his one small packed bag. It had been awhile since he had seen his adopted mother. And he missed her so. He figured now was as good as time as any since Magneto of any other bad guy was being quiet for the time being. He turned back to the city before bidding it goodnight and turning back to walk to his bed. The bed he would be sleeping in for the very last time.
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The ship made its way to the docks the next night. After showing the crew her papers they nodded their approval and let her pass. She looked around some. Her next goal was to find a plane that would take her to New York. California was nice. But she always wanted to go to New, York. She got directions to the nearest air port form the Captain and soon was on her way. All of her blond hair was in a pony tail. But she had left her two dark blue locks in the front down and flowing in the wind. She stopped at the entrance of the air port to take a breather. Her feet were killing her. After about ten minutes she picked up her bag again and walked inside.
"May I help you?" the clerk asked.
"One ticket to New York city Ma'am" she said in her thick accent.
The old man looked at her for a second and then got her the ticket. The young Russian paid with the American money that she had got from a friend. She walked into the lobby and waited for her number to be called. It was fairly warmer in the Airport then it was outside. It felt good. She removed her coat to revealed the thick red turtle neck under it. Soon her plane was called and she rose to her feet. The plane ride was pleasant enough. She ate a meal of steak and noodles on her way and listened to her Ipod and then fell asleep.
She was awoken by a flight attendant that came to tell her that the flight was over. She got her bags and walked out of the plane and looked around. A smile crept over her face as she looked around. Finally, after so many years of dreaming, she was finally in New York City. She had one little flaw though. She only had a few dollars left over. And she was wondering if anyone here would hire someone like her to work for them. She found a small abandoned church not far from the airport. "Better then nothing I guess..." she said in Russian to herself as she walked inside. She made a makeshift bed out of the benches and some sheets she found behind a statue. She fell asleep sometime later.
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He walked near the air port and groaned in his bad luck. They had already taken off their last flight to Germany. He would have to wait a while before he could get another chance. So to pass the time he figured he could he could go into the abandoned Church and prey some. Hey, a church was a church. When he walked in the church and shivered some. It was bitterly cold. And the church had no heating. He walked down the aisle and was stopped by the sound of someone letting out a small moan.
He looked to the side and saw a bundle under some sheets. This bundle let out a rather rough cough. He looked down with concern as he sat down in the bench behind the makeshift bundle. 'Who is this girl...why is she sleeping here?' he thought as she watched her shift some. She let out another groan as the thin sheet fell away form her head. Locks of blond and blue hair fell over the bench. Her face was flushed. and she sounded like she could barely breath.
'How long has she been here.' he thought again as he reached over out of the blue. He ever so gently placed a hand on her forehead. She must have been in a deep sleep because she didn't stir at all. His eyes went wide as Texas. The girl was burning to high hell and back. He reared his hand back once again when she started coughing again. She opened her eyes and started mumbling in Russian.
"Good evening, Miss." he said to her in Russian.
She reared up started from the sudden speaking. She turned and went wide eyed but then her expression softened. "W-Who are you?" "Do not be frightened, Miss. I will not harm you." She looked around for a minute and seemed to be in a daze. "I-I don't feel good..." "I can understand. You must have got a cold." "I see...that must be it.." "What's your name?" "I-Ivona...Ivona Ravencroft..And you?"
"Kurt Wagner. Here. I'll take you where you can get some help if you want." he replied as he stood up and held out his hand to her. She smiled weakly up at him and took his hand.
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