Title: When the Past Comes Knocking
Summary: In a time of war three sides look for the mighty Siren Wolf of mutant lore. But Isa hasn’t been the same since she had lost her mate… so when she find out he is alive, she couldn’t help but go to him. Except; he doesn’t remember who she is.
Author Note: Merry Christmas!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything x-men or twilight related!
Bella staggered from the room blindly, her head shaking wildly as she tried to free herself of the screams and sinister laughter. There were so many victims in her memories, so much malice and joy as her claws tore through flesh like butter and coated her with warm blood.
Siren Wolf was a cold hearted bitch who savoured the agony she delivered. It made Isabella sick to her stomach, a twisted sound of a scream and a laugh.
“Darlin’?” Logan asked worried as he followed after his wife. That was something he was trying to get used to. But right now he was worried, he and Gumbo both.
“Cher?” Remy called out when she didn’t answer to Wolverine, his heart beating rapidly in his chest as he watched her begin to crumble, her hands tangled in her hair as she let out strangled sounds.
Isabella snapped her head up at the voice and let out a bubble of laughter before whimpering. She needed to get out of the house and into the open, release this anger, something.
“Remy… out… out now!” She screamed, her whole form flickering between normal flesh and that of her Siren Wolf form.
“Mon Dieu, Wolverine you best be grabbing her and running’ for de field!” Gambit shouts and Logan didn’t even hesitate as he saw the fear in the crazy Cajuns eyes.
His body slammed hard into his wife’s as he hauled her up and pushed his legs as fast as they could go, all the while trying not to cry out as the flames licked at his body. Relief flooded him when he saw Kurt exit his room.
“Kid! Field now!” Logan yelled. Kurt spit around, his eyes widening before latching onto Logan and the woman in his arms before teleporting them to the field.
The second his feet hit the ground and Bella felt the wind she pushed herself away from her mate and the child, throwing up a shield around her in a bubble and screamed. Her powers tore out of her like a crack, tearing the ground beneath her feet and causing all the elements around her to swirl viciously together. She continued to scream and scream and scream.
Gambit came to a sudden stop besides wolverine and Kurt with a grimace as he watched his sister lose control all over again.
“What can we do?” Logan asked, turning his eyes to the Cajun.
“Nothing, Cher locked herself in, der is no way to snap her out, we must wait.” Remy sighed and sprawled out on the grass, his eyes glowing.
“What iz happening?” Kurt finally asked, looking between the two.
“Dat be his wife losing control of herself. She be pissed at Magneto and Mystique and all de stress finally snapped. It’s worse den last time.” Gambit explained to the teleporter.
Logan frowned down at Gambit. “Last time?”
“When Cher found you did not remember her she broke. Near caused Forks to collapse, it hurt when I stopped her, got a chunk of wood buried in me and a few other injuries.” Remy explained with a wince, apologizing when he saw the pain in his friend’s eyes.
Flashes of every death and misery she caused danced tauntingly across her vision. Give in. Her mind taunted, but she ignored the temptation. The pain will stop then…
You’ll never have to worry about it again… be free…
Tear out their hearts…
Stop the pain…
“NO!” She screamed her shield exploding out, causing Kurt and Logan to be thrown back and for Remy to roll across the ground a bit before he slammed his hand into the earth to stop the tumbling.
The earth was still, not a sound could be heard as each set of eyes locked onto the glowing floating form of Isa. Her mouth in an open scream and Remy had to blink as he saw that she seem to be floating in water and not air.
“ISA!” Logan screamed as he saw her eyes roll back and dove forward to catch her. He got to her just in time and when he looked down, his wife was out cold. In fact she was cold; there was never a time that he could remember, in his blurry memories or the new ones where she was cold. “She’s cold.”
Remy scrambled to his feet and placed his hands upon her neck, he could feel a faint heartbeat but he too was worried about her being cold. “We need to take her to Charlie or Beast! NOW!”
Kurt didn’t need to be told and grasped them tightly before popping them back into the medical bay.
“What happened?” Charlie demanded as Logan swept off the debris in the far end bed and placed his wife gently down. Shadow Chief cursed wildly when he placed a hand upon his mentors head and then sighed. “She’ll be fine, pile her with blankets and let her rest. She cut herself off, she must have been fighting with Siren Wolf again.”
“You say that as if it is another person.” Beast points out curiously as he quickly gathers some blankets.
Charlie frowned. “It is, Siren Wolf is instinct and malice, it’s the darker part that we all carry. The voice in the back of your head that tells you to hurt someone, to just lose control is the darker versions of us. Siren Wolf is that for Isabella and more, the beast she holds back had hundreds of years free reign and Isa explained it doesn’t like that.”
“She can’t help with Jean can she?” It was no more than a whisper but all heard Logan, out of everyone he knew what Charlie was speaking about. He himself had lost control of his beast and so had his brother. He remembers that now, why he left, who Sabretooth really was. Victor let the animal win after the loss of his mate.
“I don’t know. She’s had too much strain on her, stress, the lack of sleep and eating. I honestly don’t know if she will survive if we make her.” He admitted sadly, before turning to glare at the two men at the end of the room. “She killed a kid, it— it broke her inside and then you. I don’t know.”
Logan snapped his head up. “Then we won’t let her.”
This time Remy shook his head. “It won’t be dat easy, Jean be killin’ children of all race, you don’t go killin’ children and live to see the end. Even dat was Siren Wolf’s rule, not Isabella’s. Der will be no stoppin’ Cher now.”
“Then we hope.” Kurt piped up, his yellow eyes glinting in the shadows. “That is all we can do, hope.”
Author note: The hell did I just write? But anyways MERRY CHRISTMAS!