Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, just borrowing their names

A/N- O.k. so this new fic. Is set in a completely A/U. This is a world that I invented, and my original fiction takes place in. I'll be throwing different X-Men in here and there, so if there's anyone you want to see let me know and I'll try and fit them in.

Anna Raven ran through the campus, at the University of Long Beach, her book bag crushed in a death grip against her chest. Today was just not her day. She woke up to find her alarm clock flashing 12:00, at her. The power had gone out and when she reached for her cell phone she saw it was already eight-thirty. She had half an hour to get to class. She took a quick, cold shower; the hot water was out again. She made a quick cup of coffee only to spill it on her last clean blouse, so she had put on the shirt that looked the cleanest before running out of her second story studio apartment. She had tripped half way down the stairs and twisted her ankle. Then her car wouldn't start, damn hunk of junk. So she ran to class, all the way thanking the gods she only lived a few blocks away from the school.

In all of her five years of college she had never been late. Not once. And now, she was really late. She glanced at her watch, nine-fifteen. Damn. How could this have happened? She usually set the alarm on her cell phone, since she was such a heavy sleeper she often needed both alarms to wake her up, but last night she hadn't. How could she have done something so dumb? She had busted her ass to get here, and she couldn't afford to screw this up. Photography was her passion, her life, and she was going to make a living out of it.

After her mom had died when she was only five, and her father was nowhere to be found, her great aunt Carrie had adopted her and taught her about photography. Her aunts passion had been passed down to her, and she had worked hard all throughout school, paying off in a scholarship. But her aunt had died shortly after graduation, leaving her alone. Aunt Carrie had left her enough money, to pay for the college tuition the scholarship didn't cover, and her mom's life insurance would cover her living expenses, so long as she lived modestly.

And now she was late for one of her hardest classes, History and Criticism of Photography. It's interesting, but she had a hard time keeping track of names and dates. She was scatter brained enough without trying to remember all that other crap.

Anna finally reached her class, only to realize the doors were locked. She slumped to the floor when all she wanted to do was kick the accursed doors. Instead she walked to the coffee cart and bought a cup of espresso. She sat under a shady tree and sipped her coffee. Missing class one day wasn't the end of the world, but being one of only ten students accepted into the photography graduate program, it sure felt like it.

"There you are, Anna. What happened to you?" her friend Jean asked. A pretty redhead, Jean was also in the art program, but she majored in drawing and painting.

"The power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off," Anna grumbled as they walked off together. "Did I miss anything important?"

"Nah, Professor McCoy just went over everything from last week and gave a quick overview of what we're going to go over this week. I recorded it though so you can listen to it later,"

"Thank god. Want to go get some breakfast?"

"Yeah, but don't you have a class to teach today?"

"Uh-huh, but not until two, and I'm starving,"

"O-Kay let's go"

Across the country in the small town of Waverly, Pennsylvania, Remy LeBeau lives in a very different world than the one Anna Raven lives in. Though they technically live in the same world, Remy's world contains sorcerers and magical creatures. While he had once been one of the most powerful sorcerer's alive he had been punished by his queen, Ororo, for stealing magic, and his power had been stripped from him.

That had been ten years ago, after the queen had had returned from the dead, a goddess. Now her and her husband reigned over all magical creatures, trying to hide them from the humans who had tried to enslave them. Few humans knew these creatures existed, but some, like Remy, had kept the secret in their family for generations, and had discovered how to steal magic from others, often adding years to their lives. Remy was one-hundred fifty-three years old. The queen had freed her people and hunted those who would prey on others.

But she had summoned Remy to her, saying she was giving him a second chance, a chance to get his power back. So he was now sitting in her parlor, waiting for her to grace him with her presence and explain what she needed him to do. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cigarette's. He had just lit one when it vanished from his hand.

"Please do not smoke in my home," Ororo said as she stepped into the room. She had long silver hair and piercingly blue eyes. Her skin was mocha colored and bore blue markings around her face that marked her as fae. But no ordinary fae, she was a forbidden fae sorcerer mix. And her power was great. She had died and become a God, but had returned to earth to live with her husband.

Remy rose from his seat and bowed elegantly. "I'm sorry my queen,"

She walked farther into the room and sat down in a large chair next to a small end table. She waved her hand and a tray full of tea and cakes appeared.

"Would you like something to eat or drink?" she asked him.

"No thanks," he replied, sitting down again.

"Well, I guess we can get down to business then," she paused sipping her drink. "There is a sorceress coming of age in California. She is very powerful, and a group of therian wolves want her to breed with. Naturally I can't allow that and she must be protected until she learns her powers. I want you to go California and bring her to me. I'd go myself, but I'm pregnant and don't want to travel that far by human means, which I need you to do. They can't find my home, and you can't be traced. So that means no magic and no credit cards. No flying either, you're going to have to drive. Her birthday is in two weeks, I need her here before then. I'm sure they will track her scent, so there are several places where I want you to stop, and I will have some of my men spread her scent around. If you do this for me I will restore your powers to you,"

He stared at her with one eyebrow arched, skepticism etched clearly on his face. It couldn't be that easy could it?

"That's all I have to do? Bring this girl here, and I can have my power back?"

"That's it, but no more stealing magic. If you need more magic than your own you will have to barter for it like others do,"

"O-Kay, I'll do it," A knowing smile crossed Ororo's face, as though she knew he was going to say that. She stood and walked towards him, a picture materializing in her hand.

"Her name is Anna Raven, and she is a student at the University of Long Beach. You can fly there, but not back. I got your ticket already, your flight leaves at one,"

Remy looked at the picture of the girl, she was laughing, obviously unaware that her picture was being taken. She had brown hair with a white stripe down the middle, and bright green eyes. She was cute, but didn't look like she was about to become an all powerful sorceress. He smiled devilishly, he was going to get his power back, and this girl was going to help him.

Anna sat outside of her favorite café picking at her omelet. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny, with a cool ocean breeze. Jean was talking about a new painting she had just started on, pausing to nibble at her blueberry muffin.

"So what are you going to do after this?" jean asked.

"Oh, I don't know, probably walk down to the beach and take some pictures. I've only got a couple hours before my class,"

"Well I have class in twenty minutes, so I'll catch you later, Anna,"

"O-Kay Jean, catch you later,"

The rest of Anna's day passed by uneventfully, her class went fine and she took a few good pictures at the beach. After her class she returned to the beach and watched the surfers, taking pictures here and there. She sat alone, relaxing from her stressful morning. Her ankle still throbbed, and she needed to do something about her car, but for now she let the calm of the ocean wash over her.

"It's nice out here, huh?" a gorgeous surfer asked her. Squinting up at him, Anna looked into a pair of bright blue eyes. He had sandy blonde hair and a ripped body, he sat in the sand next to her, still dripping wet.

"Yeah, it's beautiful," Anna replied.

"You a photographer?" he asked nodding toward the camera dangling around her neck.

"Sort of, I'm a student at The Beach," she looked at his handsome face, and wanted to photograph him. He was really hot. Jean was going to die when she told her about him.

"Really? That's cool. I was going to go grab a bite, want to come with?" he asked smiling attractively. Anna hardly dated, and when she did it was with men she had known for some time, but something about this guy compelled her to go with him, to take a chance and have a little fun. She knew she worked to hard and she deserved a break.

"Sure let's go," Anna followed him as he walked away from the beach and towards the shops that lined PCH. He led her down an alley, between shops.

"There's a great little Mexican place down here," he said.

They had walked half way down the alley when he stopped and turned towards her. He walked up to her and leaned hi face into her hair and sniffed her. Sniffed, like a dog. What was wrong with this guy?

"What's wrong with you?" she asked taking a few steps away from him.

He smiled at her and his eyes turned from blue to bright yellow, and his canines grew into long fangs. Anna gasped and turned to run, but before she could take a step he was in front of her.She ran into him and fell backwards on her butt. She tried to scramble away, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet.

"I have been searching for you for weeks, and now that I've found you, you will be mine," he growled, pulling her against him and licking the side of her face slowly.

"Let me go, you freak," Anna yelled, socking him with her free hand. He just laughed and gripped her tighter.

Now what? She thought. How was she going to get out of this? What is this guy? Anna began panicking and started gasping for breath. He was dragging her down the alley towards a beat up old car. Anna started screaming, but no sound came out.

"Let her go, wolf," a deep male voice shouted, from the end of the alley. He was tall with long auburn hair that fell across his eyes in that shabby/chic way. He watched them intently, as though gauging the situation.

"She's mine human," the man called wolf sneered.

The auburn haired man reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. Anna felt herself go cold, what had she gotten herself into? He lifted the gun and aimed it at the man. "Last chance," he said coolly, "Let her go,"

Wolf held her in front of him, shielding himself with her body. "You won't risk shooting her to get to me,"

"You think so," the other man said with a smirk, before he pulled the trigger. Anna felt a sharp in her leg before her vision blurred and everything went black.