Summary: AU: What if the X Men's past's had been different, they would have been joined together differently. What if Kurt hadn't been raised by loving parents past the age of seven, what if Kitty had grown up as a privileged young lady, whose every move was already planned out for her, what if she had never known real love or freedom, what if Scott's mother survived, along with Alex but his father died, what if Jean's mother and father died and she was left with an abusive aunt and uncle, what if Evan had grown up with Ororo in Africa, what if Logan had found Rogue before everyone else and raised her as his own, what if Xavier hadn't been able to create Cerebro as soon, what if everything...was different?

A/N: Welcome to my story! It's one of my first ever XME fictions, so please be gentle.

A/N2: Jean and Scott are not my favourite characters, so there will be some bashing of them involved in the story, but for all you Jean and Scott lovers, don't worry, they won't be idiots the entire time.

A/N3: I love Kurt and Kitty but I really love them together. This is going to be majorly Kurtty story. Expect a Kurt angst fest as well. There may be some Loro and Jott, but other ships have yet to be decided.

Chapter 1: The Curse of Demons

Disclaimer: I do not pretend to own the X Men.

"Mama!" a young Kurt Wagner screamed for his mother as ropes bound him tightly. Tears fell thick and fast from Anna Wagner's eyes as she watched her son, her only child, bound and beat like some kind of animal. She watched as blood started to mat the seven year old boy's cerulean fur, the fur his mother and father loved to brush and run their fingers through.

Arnold Wagner fell to the ground in anguish, no Kurt had not been conceived by Anna and him, but that didn't mean he was any less their son. "Papa!" Kurt cried again, but was cut off as one of the villagers, a large man by the name of Connor, stamped on the boy's tail. Kurt chocked in pain, sobbing loudly, why were these people hurting him? "Kill the demon!" a voice rose up from the mob.

Kurt's hazel gaze shot up, a demon? Was that what they thought he was?! "Nein, I'm not a demon. Please let me go!" he cried in his native tongue of German. "Burn the spawn of Satan!" and other voice rose up, causing the crowd to jeer. "No!" Anna cried her hazel eyes watched Kurt get bound to a large pole that rose up in the main square of town. "Please, not my baby! Not my son!" she cried, praying to the God they had always had faith in, the God they told Kurt to always trust, for he has a bigger plan for them all.

Conner sneered down at the woman, "You say he is your child? Listen everyone! This woman says that that demon is her child!" he laughed, "You poor woman, that thing has tricked you and bewitched you into believing that he is good, you poor, poor woman." He mocked sympathy. "Burn the creature!"He called to more shouts and cries.

Kurt sobbed, his chest burned from where the ropes bound him and he started a prayer, "Please God, please don't let this be my end, please don't let me die." Looking up, he saw anger and fear in everyone's eyes; except for in those of his parents.

His mother and father, they were crying, trying to get to him, and Kurt changed his prayer. "If this is my time, Lord, please take care of my parents, they are the best anyone could ask for." Kurt stopped struggling, his chin dropped to his chest, but the tears continued to fall.

The priest came up then, a lit torch held above his head, "Let this Holy fire cleanse the Earth of this demon, and may we forever earn a place in heaven for doing our God's bidding!" with that final word, the robed man threw the torch atop the logs of wood that surrounded the boy that was barely seven, and the flickering heat slowly licked closer to Kurt, he shivered and closed his eyes, "Please..." he whispered....

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When Kurt awoke, he registered that he was laying on something cold and hard that smelled distinctly of earth and wood. Opening his eyes he was both relieved and scared to see it was night, but he had found out quite quickly when he was younger that he could see just as well at night, as he could during the day. Trying to sit up, he gasped as pain wracked his small body. Looking himself over, he saw he was covered in burns, cuts and other such injuries.

Taking a shuddering breath, he stood and was past relieved to find that nothing was broken, everything ached, but he was in one piece, and that one thought nearly made him burst into tears again as he hugged his tail to his chest.

Carefully climbing down from the boulder he had been laid on, he slowly traveled through the forest, following his nose back to town, he wouldn't enter, but he could blend well enough into the shadows that he could listen in to find out what had happened after he passed out. All he could remember was pain, and the sound of loud jeering, chants of "Demon! Demon!" rang over and over through his head like a song on loop.

Finally making his way to the village, he scaled the buildings and hid in the shadows of the rafters, listening as people spoke, apparently, he had been out for quite a few days. "Gone. Just packed up and left. Probably couldn't handle being in the place that they'd been tricked." A woman passed by, gabbing to her friend who was nodding along, "Probably, the poor dears, the Wagners were good people; it's too bad that demon chose to take them over."

Kurt could have sworn his heart stopped beating then and there. Gone, his parents were...gone?

Not wanting to believe it, the boy waited for the women to pass before leaping from the roof, doing an acrobatic flip in the air and landing in a catlike crouch on the ground. Looking around and seeing no one, he fell to all fours and ran that way up the dirt path that led to his home.

Jumping gracefully over the wooden fence, not even taking the time to reach the gate itself, he continued running until her came to the door, which he proceeded to open and enter through. What greeted him, stopped him cold, empty, the entire house was empty; empty of life, empty of his parents. They were all...gone.

Kurt fell to his knees, hugging himself and sobbed loudly, wanting to wake from the nightmare, but nothing happened.

After his tears had abated some, Kurt stood and walked over to the stairs which he climbed to reach his room, it too was empty, but a note was nailed to the wall. Going over, Kurt pulled it down to find his father's scrawl taking over the page. Swallowing his tears, Kurt read the message:

To all who enter here,

You took away our son, you took away our light. Kurt was not a demon, he was a child, a child that you murdered! Leave now! You are not fit to enter upon his room, into his home. You disrespect him in this way, and you disrespect us. May you all burn in hell for taking an innocent life!

To Kurt, may you have found a home of peace where you can live without fear; we love you, son, never doubt that, may you find eternal happiness. We will be reunited one day. You will always be on our minds and in our hearts, our fantastic Nightcrawler.