Summary: In a small village outside the castle of Transylvania, lived an orphaned girl named Anna-Marie who had a very special ability. Called by “The Child of Misfortune” from the villagers, she lives with her friend, Evangeline, ‘Eva.’ They both experience the constant ridicule of the townsfolk. One day, a young prince named Vlad Tepes, who just arrived back from being a royal hostage of the Ottoman Empire for so many years, encounters this strange girl in the woods out by the lake. With a girl full of mystery, will he be like the villagers or will they be each other’s key to salvation?
Well… Anna-Marie was in a current predicament. She had to
make it to Eva’s house without being seen by this prince and his merry posy.
She remained behind the tree until the men took their first steps towards the
village. Anna-Marie made to make her first step, but the church bells rang from
inside. Ding-dong it chimed, signaling the arrival of the prince. The church sent
their welcomes in the form of the musical bells at the arrival of the prince,
who’s been away for so long.
The bell’s sharp melody rang louder in their ears as Vlad
and his men rode their horses down the dirt road. The men observed the dismal
aroma that stilled in the air around them. A grey, haze casted over the entire
town, like the devil himself shrouded this place in a haunting mist. The men
felt uneasy as they neared the town, especially the town’s church. Though it
may be painted in white, the purest color of God, there was something sinister…
corrupted about that place. Out of all the other towns Vlad and his men came to
praise, this one he never knew existed. Was it because this was so close to
beyond his kingdom’s borders that his father paid no mind to it? Or was it a
completely other matter?
Vlad remembered as a child, before the Turks took him away,
a conversation he overheard from his father with his councilman. He recalls his
father saying there was something strange about that town. He sensed something
evil emanating from that place, especially, from the church. His horse’s hooves
pounded against the earthy floor, sensing his rider’s uneasiness. It’s body
tensed and swayed slightly for all beasts possessed a strong sense and the
horses were uneasy as well.
Your next two classes, math and Chinese, went rather smoothly. In AP Calculus, you were seated by Jean Grey and Scott Summers, who, even though they behaved rather oddly, were quite nice. Jean had bright brown eyes, and long red hair that you were immediately jealous of. Scott had neatly styled light brown hair, and his eyes were covered by red sunglasses. He would crack jokes in between the practice problems, making fun of everything from the teacher’s hair, to her hygiene habits. Unlike Remy LeBeau, Scott’s humor was enjoyable, and he knew when to stop. Jean would periodically roll her eyes, shush Scott, hit him in the back of the head with her Pre-Calc book, and sometimes, she would do all three at once. You enjoyed their comedic routine, and you quite enjoyed the fact that Jean would help you on the math problems you would get stuck on. But one thing you noticed, was that quite a few of the students were sending Jean and Scott… curious glances? No, fearful glances.
As you were exiting the classroom, you felt a hand on your arm. Turning around, you saw Jean, her brown eyes wide and curious. Scott turned back, but she waved him away, and he hesitantly went to his next class. “(Y/N),” she asked quietly. “May I have a word?”
“Of course,” you answered, giving her a big smile. “What’s up, buttercup?”
Jean’s lips quirked into a smile, and she ran a hand through her long red hair. “I was wondering, um, if you had ever…” she trailed off for a moment, her eyebrows crinkling in concentration. “Had ever heard of the Xavier’s Institute For Gifted Youngsters?” she asked, her shoulders tensing up.
“‘Xavier’s Institute For Gifted Youngsters’?” you inquired, your eyebrow raising. The name rang a bell, and it seemed like the Director mentioned it before. But, instead of showing recognition, you merely answered “What, is that a school for the kids who do math every single moment of the day?” you joked.
Almost immediately, the tension drained out of Jean, her shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it is.” checking the time on her watch, she did a little jump. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “(Y/N), it was great to meet you, but I have to go, see you later!”
“See yah!” you replied, as both of you walked off. In the back of your mind, a little warning bell rang, but you brushed it off. Looking at your schedule, you realized your next class, Chinese 3, was just a floor below you. Yes! you silently cheered in your head, as you made your way down the crowded stairs and into your Chinese classroom.
As you walked in, you breathed in the familiar scent of green tea, black coffee, and ink. Your new teacher gave you a big smile and greeted you. “你好，新的学生. 我是杨老师, 你叫什么名字?” she asked.
“我的名字 (Y/N).” you answered, and she nodded. Yang Lao Shi searched the room, until she found an open seat.
“(Y/N), you can sit behind Mr. Barton and Ms. Romanov, and in front of Ms. Lee,” she pointed to an open seat near the back of the classroom.
“谢谢你，杨老师,” you replied, and walked to the back of the classroom. A girl who looked to be no older than fifteen gave you a big smile, as you sat down in front of her. She had big brown eyes that were framed by long lashes, and a round face. Her thick black hair was pulled into two big ponytails, and she wore a shockingly bright yellow jacket.
“Hiya, (Y/N), was it?” she asked energetically, and you nodded. “Well, I’m Jubilation Lee, but you can just call me Jubilee, and-”
“Hey, pipsqueak, why don’t you stop your yapping, and let the rest of us learn,” came a tired voice from the seat in front of you. A boy with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes stared back at you, his eyes narrowed at Jubilee. He had a scrape across his cheek, a bruise on his forehead, and a bandaged hand. He was holding his non-bandaged hand to his head, like Jubilee’s chatting was causing him a headache.
Jubilee snorted, leaning forward in her desk so that her hand reached the empty desk besides you. “Well, I’m sorry Clint, that I’m actually friendly, and I want the new student to feel welcome.”
The girl next to Clint sighed, and turned around. You recognized her as the girl who greeted you in your first period. Her brown eyes were no longer friendly, but annoyed, as they centered on Jubilee. “Well, I’m sorry Jubilee, that you have the same amount of energy as a hamster on cocaine, and I’m sorry that you sound like one too.” she snarked, and you let out a little laugh. Jubilee’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say a word, as she sunk back into her chair.
Twisting in your chair, you mouthed ‘I’m sorry’, but she just shrugged and gave you a big smile. Shaking you head in amusement at her optimism, you turned back around in your seat, to see Clint and the girl staring at you. “Can I help you?” you asked, as you shifted in your seat uncomfortably.
“Nah, just wanted to introduce ourselves. I’m Clint Barton, the coolest kid in this school,” he said, flashing you a charming smile, and he held out his hand and you shook it.
The girl next to him rolled her eyes, and bumped him in the shoulder. “And also the clumsiest in the school,” she pointed out, and he rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m even clumsier than that kid Kurt,” he agreed, and the two friends laughed.
“I’m Natasha Romanov, this nerd’s best friend.” she introduced herself, and you shook her outstretched hand. “So, (Y/N), where did you come fr-”
“Ms. Romanov, 嘘, 安静! 课 开始!”
“See yah later, guys!” you said, waving as you exited the Chinese classroom. Natasha and Clint waved back, as you headed to your last class before lunch: photography, your easiest class of the day.
Heading out the building, you walked towards C building, where the art and science classes were held. Your stomach rumbled hungrily as you entered the classroom, and the teacher greeted you at the door. He pointed you to an open seat between two girls who looked like the may kill each other. You gulped, and you gripped your backpack tightened as you walked over to the two girls.
The girl on the girl on the outside of the table had dark red hair, and a big patch of white in the middle. She wore long gloves, paired with black leggings, and a baggy purple sweater. Her heavily lined brown eyes watched you as you moved past her to get to your seat. The girl on the other side looked just marginally friendlier. She had long brown hair, with brown eyes to match, and bright red lips. She wore a pretty lacy black dress, and a red jacket over it. Looking down at your own clothes, you realized that your pretty sky blue blouse and lacy white skirt stood out, next to the members of the Adams Family.
Sighing, you sat down, as the two girls sent each other dark looks. Just come up with a conversation topic, (Y/N). Nothing bad will happen! you thought optimistically to yourself. Slightly turning yourself to the girl on your left with the crazy hair, you held out a hand. “Hi, I’m (Y/N),” you introduced, giving her a big smile.
She didn’t make any sign that she heard you, and you dropped your hand. “Don’t mind, Rogue, (Y/N),” said the girl to the right of you, with an accent that sounded very familiar. “She cares too much about being goth to be friendly. I’m Wanda Maximoff.” she said, holding out a hand. Something clicked in your head, as you realized this was the sister of Pietro Maximoff.
Before you could reply, Rogue whipped around, a look of fury on her face. “I am not goth, Maximoff! Stop spreading lies!” she snapped, her voice tinged with a Southern accent, and she shook her gloved fist. “If anyone would be goth, it would be you, Wednesday Adams.”
Wanda stiffened, and you shifted back in your seat. “I was just trying to explain your rudeness, to the new student!” she snapped back. What am I, Belgium? you thought to yourself, as you tried to calm the situation down.
“Look, Wanda it’s okay, you-” Rogue cut you off as she leaned in her chair, getting into Wanda’s face.
“My rudeness?” Rogue’s voice became shrill, and as the two girls stood up, the rest of the class growing quiet. “I had my earbuds in, you daft swaprat! We Southern folk were raised with manners, unlike some people.”
Wanda inhaled a deep breath, and she took a step closer to Rogue. “At least I can shake someone’s hand, without wearing gloves,” she whispered lowly, and the color drained out of Rogue’s face.
“Why you little-” before the situation could heat up any further, the teacher intervened, forcing the two girls to sit down on either side of you, their arms crossed. I guess small talk really is bad.
“你好，新的学生. 我是杨老师, 你叫什么名字?”- Hello, new student. I am Teacher Yang, what is your name?
“我的名字 (Y/N).” My name is___
Yang Lao Shi- Teacher Yang
“ Thank you, Teacher Yang.
“Ms. Romanov, 嘘, 安静! 课 开始!” Ms, Romanov, shh, be quiet! Class is starting!
Anna Marie (surname still unknown), more commonly known only as Rogue, is a fictional superhero mostly in association with the X-Men, created by Chris Claremont and Michael Golden. She debuted in Avengers Annual #10 (November 1981), as a villain, but then joined the X-Men. Rogue is a mutant who has the involuntary ability to absorb and sometimes also remove the memories, physical strength, and superpowers of anyone she touches. Therefore, Rogue considers her powers a curse. For most of her life, she limited her physical contact with others, but, after many years, she finally gained full control over her ability. Hailing from the fictional Caldecott County, Mississippi, Rogue is the X-Men’s self-described southern belle. A runaway, she was adopted by Mystique of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and grew up as a villain. After Rogue permanently absorbs Ms. Marvel’s psyche and Kree powers, she reforms and turns to the X-Men, fearing for her sanity.
I’m actually quite pleased with this episode…like finally we are getting places. For so long it stayed stale with the same characters doing the same thing and not really building on the plot. Yes, Francis and Mary got back together a little too quickly for my liking, but I don’t think its that bad. Honestly, Francis loves Mary no matter what and based off his look after their love scene and his convo with Nostradamus I think its more about protecting her. He knows he doesn’t have long to forgive and protect her and he is trying to move forward before he is gone and can’t love and protect her. And honestly, Mary has loved Francis all along. She never stopped loving him. After her attack I think not only did she associate her attack with that room and the castle in general but she felt almost unworthy of Francis and his forgiveness and love. She even said a few episodes ago that his loving gaze was crushing her. And she deserves props for FINALLY being the old kickass Mary we love and know.
Delphine…well I knew she was trouble when she was introduced. Poor Bash, his wife is pregnant with someone else’s kid, which really infuriates me and now he has bedded and is “linked” to a witch… Like why can’t we have one happy couple with a legitimate kid? Kenna should have talked to Bash instead of trying to pretend it was his. That was stupid….and is she really going to try and marry this other king? whhhyyyyyyyy….
Lola and Narcisse, thank goodness!!!!! And with Catherine gone, they can finally go somewhere!!!!!
and props to Greer and her girls! Like holla way to stick it to the man.
WHY IS CONDE STILL ALIVE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
and lastly, SOMEONE GIVE TOBY AN AWARD FOR HIS PERFORMANCE TONIGHT!!!!! I WAS SHEDDING REAL TEARS DURING HIS JOHN BREAKDOWN! PROPS TO MA BOY!