Siren's Song

Leah left the Professor's office with a set to her jaw. Erik led her up the grand staircase to the fourth floor, pointing out different attractions and locations as they went. Finally, he stopped in front of a door that was slightly ajar, number 406. 

"This will be your new home." He gestured for her to enter. 

She obeyed, observing her new surroundings. The decoration was surprisingly posh for a school. She pressed her lips into a smile. There was a bed and a desk with a lamp, as well as a wall outlet for a computer and a sticky note containing the wifi password. The wardrobe was efficient and surprisingly spacious for a school based solely on donations. Her window had drawn blue curtains patterned with cream polka dots. Upon opening the curtains for a quick peek, she was greeted by a lovely view of the garden path that wound around the grounds.

"Thanks, Erik. Don't be a stranger." She laughed. "I expect to see you here quite often. You're one of the reasons I chose to stay."

He scoffed. The light from the hall outlined his profile in a silhouette, bracing one elbow on the doorjamb. 

"You mean besides the free education, room and board, and the view?"

"Those were just the perks." Leah let her gaze sweep over him more intimately, letting her eyes pause on his rather impressive ass before meandering up his chest to meet his eyes. "There are so many handsome men around here, I couldn't help myself." 

He snorted and rolled his eyes. Instead of answering, he let his own gaze wander over her figure.

"Don't be shy." Leah beckoned him forward, noting the darkening of his eyes. "I don't bite unless you want me to." 

"I shouldn't be doing this." Even as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. As he leaned in. "This is wrong. You're a student. You're too young for me."

"I'm not forcing you to do anything." She tilted her head, exposing her neck to him. "I'm 20, it's not like I'm a complete child. I dropped out of college for this."

"For this? You enjoy seducing older men?" Erik's words slipped over her, his voice a velvety whisper. His lips grazed her neck, stubble scraping against her flesh deliciously. His accent slipped through in his lust, she couldn't discern what it was. 

"You're not older, you're experienced." She purred. "I expect you to make me scream."

"Would your particular skill set allow that?" 

"No one will hear but you."

He bit the skin between her neck and shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. Her arms flew up to grip his flannel, holding him in place. 

"Why do I need you so badly?" Erik groaned. "I don't even know you..." 

She grinned as his "need" pressed against her hip. 

"Perhaps it's because I want you." Her eyes flashed as she ripped off her shirt, exposing her bra to him. From then on out, it was all over for poor Erik. 

Caught in the Siren's grasp.

She didn't harm him, she simply took from him what she wanted. He was under her spell. 

The male mind is so easily manipulated when in lust. Erik's pupils were dilated, his mouth going slack as he slid into her. She gasped, only allowing a few moments of indulgence before meeting his eyes and bending his will to her own. 

"Erik. Tell me Xavier's plans. Who is the next target?" 

Erik simply groaned in response, getting in one more thrust before succumbing to her power.

"I don't know. Xavier doesn't tell me anything about his plans. He and I differ in opinion more often than not and I have attempted to foil them too many times to count. He may be my friend, but he trusts me about as far as he can throw me when it comes to his students."

"Well, that's a shame. You really are a fantastic young man, Erik. I hope you try to prove yourself worthy of Charles' trust." 

Erik's eyes glazed over a little and he struggled to from a response as her legs curled around him.

"As you wish."

Erik slunk out of her room sometime after lunch, his head spinning. How did that happen? Since when was he such an animal? He growled at a couple of first years as they skittered past, startling one into dropping her books. This was so unlike him. He was normally reserved and polite, distant, from everyone. Leah had managed to pull apart his defences and strike right at his core. He held his palm so it hovered parallel to the floor as he walked. Feeling the metal beneath him, in the structure of the Mansion, in the earth beneath. Centering himself, he sighed in resignation. He couldn't very well disappear. Charles had made him promise to stay for a week. He shook his head, wondering how he got himself into so much trouble. He prayed that Leah was a girl of discretion, but he didn't want to hold his breath. 

Leah had no such qualms. 

She dressed appropriately for a student of her caliber and descended the staircase with one purpose: blend in, make friends, don't arouse suspicion. Her cheeks flushed as a few lingering glances from the male variety were directed her way; this would be easier than she thought. She purchased a snack from the counter and deliberated over which group she should attempt to breach. 

There was a set of whispering blondes at the table near the door, all slender and similar. She did not want to meet them. She could feel their--oneness--from across the room. Leah shivered. She hated hive minds.

On the other side, towards the drinking fountain, there was a group of--mutant jocks?--playing with their powers. One boy was freezing water from the fountain while another was making fireballs dance from his lighter tip. She frowned. Good quarry, not friend material. Leah was startled from her assessment when someone started to approach her.

"Hey, you're new here, right?" A beautiful redhead with a metal band t-shirt smiled and offered her hand. Leah returned her grin and shook it. Strong emotions flooded her, all of good intent. 

"Yes. I'm Leah Meyers." She glanced behind Red and saw an interesting boy with black hair and blue skin talking animatedly with a girl that was bouncing around like a maniac. The girl saw Leah and waved with a big grin on her face. "I, uh--think you're needed elsewhere."

Red rolled her eyes. 

"They can last a few minutes on their own." She pushed some hair behind her ear. "I'm Jean Grey."

Leah smiled. 

"It's very nice to meet you, Jean." Leah didn't have to lie. She could feel the kindness and the love that Jean had to offer to the world. It was intoxicating, making her feel the need to spread happiness wherever she went. Then she felt the raw power, and though a little frightened by the prospect lurking beneath her demeanor, kept her smile screwed into her face. 

"JEAN!" Leah was shoved roughly aside as a boy wearing red tinted sunglasses raced up to plant a kiss on Jean's brow. He wrapped his arm around her protectively and hugged her from behind, lifting Jean off of her feet. His features scrunched when he caught sight of Leah. 

"Scott! You knucklehead, get off of me. You just interrupted Leah, my new friend." Jean glared at him, her cheeks flushing. 

Leah had to resist the urge to snap Scott's neck. 

Scott couldn't stop himself from grinning at Jean, despite the daggers being sent at him. 

"Hey, I got a kiss in! So--worth it." He appraised Leah pretty openly, obviously a little puzzled. Leah had that effect on some people. Usually people already enamored with someone else, they were extremely likely to fight against her influence. She didn't care much, as Scott seemed both fairly dim and--if she was honest, he seemed like a real dick. 

"No, it's fine Jean." Leah lost the smile and met Scott's gaze through his glasses. "I can take care of myself. Why else would I be here, right?" Leah let a little taste of her power be felt by everyone in the vicinity. She watched as Scott doubled over, clutching his head as an almost imperceptible ringing pierced the cafeteria. Jean winced but didn't seem very affected. Good. She focused all of her anger and minimized it into something harmless but excruciating for her troublesome classmate. 

"Feel that?" Leah asked. She stepped forward and grabbed Scott by his hair, forcing him to face her toe-to-toe. He gasped and panted, pain etched into his face. "I have the power to influence people's emotions, thoughts, and nerves. I can make them scream in pain... or pleasure. What you're feeling, this mild discomfort--it is only a fraction of what I can do. Try to remember not to mess with the big kids, Scott. You'll get hurt." 

As quickly as it had began, it cut out. She relaxed and her features resumed their friendly demeanor. Jean gaped, impressed. 

"Holy shit." Jean shook her head, awe written on her features. "I don't think you should mess with Leah, Scott. She means business." 

Everyone around them resumed their chatter, if a little uneasily. The blue boy came closer, tentatively. His face was adorably open and innocent. Ha. She would eat him alive. 

"Was war das?" He mumbled. He shook his head, glancing from Jean to Scott to Leah. "Jean, what happened? I heard this awful ringing--"

"Sorry, that was my fault." Leah tried for an apologetic smile.

"If that was you, please don't do that again. My ears are more... sensitive to high pitches than other mutants." He blushed when she wouldn't look away from him. "I'm Kurt, Kurt Wagner." 

Leah gave him a genuine grin. 

"Hi, Kurt. I'm Leah Meyers. I'm a transfer student."

Kurt's eyes widened and he whipped his head back to the girl who was still laughing her head off. His cheeks were even darker than they had been before. He exposed some pointed teeth in a sheepish smile and stepped to hide behind Jean. 

"Dude, it's okay! She won't bite," Jean laughed. 

"Not unless you want me to," Leah added under her breath. Kurt's eyes darted to her. She grinned malevolently. Leah knew he was the only one who heard that.

Kurt started muttering a prayer and pulled out a small scalpel hidden in his coat. Jean yelped and tried to seize it from him. 

"Kurt! What did I tell you about self-harm?!" 

"I must, I have sinned!"

"What could you have possibly done?"

"I--prefer not to say." 

Leah had to hide her laugh. She had a pretty good idea what that 'sin' was, if his midsection and below was any indication. 

She hated to admit it, but he was actually kind of hot. His eyes were golden and amber, with long dark lashes and arched black eyebrows. He had tiny, intricate lines carved into his skin, which she assumed were the 'self-harm' marks Jean had warned him about. She knew it wasn't right, considering how much he looked the part of a demon--but holy hell, if he wasn't sexy when he was flustered. 

She kind of automatically followed them back to their table, where she was introduced to Jubilee, the mischievous pixie that had been wildly gesturing earlier. Jean was definitely the most adult of all of them, even though she was the youngest. Altogether, they were a nice group of rather well-rounded individuals. She figured they would do just fine. 

She was surprised how easily they succumbed to her gift. Perhaps it was because none of them expected it, or knew of their extent. Oh, if only they knew.

All she had to do was keep them under her influence. She was a funny, kind girl who had come here in search of a home. As long as they believed that, and knew it from what they saw, heard, and felt, she would have no problems. 

It was almost too easy.

Almost.