Afraid Of The Dark

Him

I was staring up at the ceiling, my fingers tracing a pattern before me. This is what I did when I thought, I would just stare at power, it astonished me and terrfied me at the same time. How could I possess such a power? I can kill people with a mere wave of my hand. My power has no good.

I have no good.

I was a monster, I was trapped inside, the valuable part of me was captured by the evil side. My conscious is still staying strong, but every time I'm in danger or somebody I love is in jeopardy,it's like the darker side of me, the more...vicious side of me took over and controlled my inner being, and I wouldn't know what I had done until it was all over.

I can't help but think about what Charles is up to. Part of me finds him...attractive...to say the least. But I can sense it. I can sense something in him, something that's not all good, and it irks me, it urges me on. I feel the need to draw out the bad.

Charles. Charles Xavier. There's something about him, the way he speaks, the way he walks through a room, his presence, his confidence, his musky, masculine scent. My inner demon growls in pleasure for the enticing telepath. And not to mention he's more powerful than any of the telepaths I've met in the past and something about more dominant male just sends lustful shivers down my spine, and my eyes close in anticipation and want.

I've never felt like this before. I mean sure I've had my fair share of lustful nights, but something about Charles is different. I want him to want me, I crave for him, I long for him to touch me in places that haven't been touched by a real man in forever.

He probably doesn't feel the same about me, he's too good. Too pure.

Shouldn't this be the other way around? For the man to long for the woman who's so pure and oh so innocent?

"Zara"

I paused in my movements as I heard his voice My filthy little mind. I hope he didn't see what I was thinking. I almost blushed.

"Yes Charles?" I replied. I tilted my head as I closed my eyes as I listened to his beautiful words. I could hear him talking all day.

"Come to my office, we have something to discuss."

My eyes shot open as my inner self glowed with want.

When I got to Charles' office I had to take a breath and calm myself down. I seemed as though I was in heat or something. I'm not a fucking dog.

I knocked on the door and I heard him speak. I closed my eyes and inhaled his voice as I opened the door I observed him and his package. My mind ran away with me.

"Zara?"

I licked my lips. Is it getting hot in here?

'You wanted to see me?" I replied.

"Are you ok?" He jumped up out of his chair as I almost fainted in front of him. How embarrassing.

"Yeah I'm fine." I murmured back.

I felt his hand against my head and I instantly cooled down.

I felt myself shift closer to him.

"You're hot." He detected.

I laughed. "Thanks."

He laughed along with me. I felt him shift as I was being lifted.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I, am taking you to the infirmary."

I shook my head in refusal.

"No."

"Come on Zara, you'll be ok." I stared up at his beautiful blue eyes.

"Charles."

He glanced down back at me.

"Please don't take me."

"You can trust me Zara, I just want to run some tests to make sure you ok?"

"Are you kidding? I feel..fine."

That's all I remember before I passed out.

I suppose on the bright side I had Charles' arms wrapped around me.

Those were some sexy arms right there, not to big and not too small, but big enough to hold me tight.

I gasped as I awoke and I glanced down to see wires hanging out of me.

I paniked.

I was frantic.

Had this just been a pleasant dream?

I screamed as I ripped the wires from me.

"Zara!" I heard him.

I heard my Charles.

"Charles!" I cried as I tug him to the hospital bed and clung to him like a child and it's mother.

"Where am I? Get me off this thing!"

Charles tugged my arms from the wires and his hand found my face.

"Zara, look at me."

I immiedtaly gazed at him, his cerulean eyes boring into the depths of my eyes.

"You're ok, you passed out, but you're ok."

"Where am I Charles?" I whimpered as I tucked myself into the crook of his neck. His smell was of pure gold to my senses.

"Zara." He pulled me back to look into his eyes.

"I need to tell you something."

His hand found their way to my tresses as he stoked my hair calmly as he told me.

"It's your power."

"What about my power?" I asked. I became alert as he mention my mutant gene.

He stared deep into my eyes.

"It's killing you."