Well, I'm back. In a disguise. In the back of a trailer. With a mutant named Rogue whom I'm going to protect.

Now, you're probably wondering where I got the name 'Dark Angel'. Well, I can have wings like Archangel, or Angel, and I have a dark personality here. And my father's dark, and I have dark eyes, hair, and black clothes, so I think it's appropriate.

Moving onward to more interesting things.

Rogue was making a bit of noise, moving around and such, and even though I tried to shush her, it was too late. Logan heard her and stopped the car. Er, RV. Thing. I don't know what it's called. He walked over to the trailer we were hiding in, and I quickly made myself invisible. He poked around and found me; then quickly pulled off the blanket to reveal Rogue.

"What do ya think you're doin'?" he growled, glaring down at her. Rogue blinked and looked at the spot I was in.

"I needed a ride, thought you might help me," she explained, still confused as to where I was.

"Get out," he ordered harshly, the cigar still in his mouth. I conveniently teleported myself quietly right behind him, still invisible.

"Where will I go?" Rogue asked, getting out. Logan pulled her duffel out of the trailer and dumped it on the ground.

"I don't know," he growled, turning around. Rogue was getting annoyed.

"You don't know or you don't care," she shot back, standing on the cold snowy ground.

"Pick one," he snarled, and turned around, halting abruptly when he nearly walked right into me. I glared menacingly at him, crossing my arms over, saying nothing. "Where'd YOU come from?" he snapped, looking me over suspiciously.

"You can't just leave a seventeen year old girl out here in the wilderness, there's no one around," I told him angrily.

He sniffed, looking from her to me. "What, are you her sister or something?"

"No, actually we just met. I'm looking after her, though."

"You don't look much older than her."

"Maybe that's because I'm not, laserbrain. But I know a lot more about the world than she does, seeing as how I've been fighting since I was six."

"Really?" he sneered. "I don't give a darn." He strode past me and got into his RV.

"We saved your life!" I argued, glaring daggers at his form.

"No you didn't," he said, sticking the cigar back into his mouth. He shut the door and started the vehicle, driving away. Rogue ran up to me and said, "What're we gonna do?"

I smiled. "Chill, man," I replied, "He won't go far cause he knows I'm right." She looked at me doubtfully, but sure enough, after a few seconds, the vehicle stopped, and I grinned at her. "See? No problem." I grabbed her hand and teleported her to the side of the vehicle. We got in, me sitting closer to Logan, and Rogue by the window.

He gave me a sideways look, and I just nodded slightly in return. Oh boy.

~*When the Sith's way, the daughter gets to play!*~

Disclaimer: I don't own the name 'Dark Angel'.

OK, I'm back, and a lot has happened. But I should start where I left off. After I got some water, Wolverine came and sat down to the left side of us. He ordered a beer and looked at the TV, which was showing something about the mutant registration act. He glanced at me, and I looked back at him. He then slowly looked at my silver fingernails. Noticing where his stare went, I quickly hid my hands in my lap. He raised an eyebrow.

We both knew that we were mutants. Rogue was glancing at both of us, now understanding that she was not the only mutant in the room. It was kind of like Logan and I were her parent, and she was the kid.

"Hey, you owe me some money," the guy who Logan had beaten up said to him, touching him on the shoulder.

I glared at him, stiffening. "He beat you fairly, so just back off and shut up," I snapped, now dark eyes flashing. I had changed my appearance to longer, straight dark brown hair and nearly black eyes. My clothes were black.

I had decided then and there to become known as Dark Angel.

The man glared at me. "You keep outta this, sweetheart," he growled, before turning to Logan, who hadn't moved.

Poor Rogue was just staring at me, scared. "Look out!" She screamed, as the man pulled out a knife towards Logan.

Before any of us knew what had happened, the man was against the wall with Logan's claws right in his face, the knife was being held in the air by moi, and the bartender had brought up a gun to the back of Logan's head.

"Get outta my bar, freak," he said, not noticing the knife. I quickly held out my hand, telepathically grabbed the gun and pointed it at the man, who now had three different threats pointing at him. The bartender stared at me, as did Rogue and Logan.

Logan looked from the man to Rogue and me before snarling, putting his claws back in, and walking out of the bar. I dropped the knife and gun, looked at Rogue, who stared at me wide-eyed, and ran after Logan. I knew that Marie was following me.

"Excuse me!" she called out hestiantly, as we entered the parking lot. I turned around. She came forward slowly, her duffel bag clenched in one hand. "I thought you might help me," she continued.

I smiled faintly. "You're not the only one who's different," I quietly told her. "But I don't have any vehicle. Let's hitch. Come on, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." We quickly jumped into the back of Logan's trailer and pulled the blanket over us.

What had I gotten myself into this time?

~*When the Sith's away, the daughter gets to play!*~

So. It's been a while since I've written, but a lot of things have happened. I knew I wasn't at home anymore... definitely, because I was on a dirt ground.

I looked up, all around me, and didn't notice anything I actually recognized. It looked completely different. I was in the woods, and it was snowy. I slowly walked around until I saw some buildings. FINALLY! The cold didn't bother me at all because I had Iceman's powers.

Moving on. I walked though the buildings until I came to a sign that said: Laughlan Bar. Laughlan? Where in the heck was I? It didn't look very civilized, but it was better than nothing. I opened the door and went inside. It was dark, smoky, and loud. I noticed a lot of people yelling and shouting about something, so I went over to see what it was. Up in a round cage like thing, there were two men fighing the heck out of each other. One I didn't know who it was. But the other.... looked very familiar. Dark brown hair, sparkling green eyes, an amazing build... it was Wolverine. And suddenly it hit me. I had stumbled into the world where mutants actually exsisted. A different galaxy, perhaps? Well it didn't matter.

I knew Rogue was here somewhere, so I looked around me, trying to see her. I finally saw her sitting at the bar, drinking water. I went into a corner and morphed myself into clothes with plenty of cash, then went over and sat next to her.

"What'll it be?" the man asked me.

Rogue looked at me shyly, and I smiled comfortingly. I knew what it was like to be alone. "I'll have some water," I grinned. The man stared at me and sighed, going to get it.

I glanced at Rogue and smiled, and she shyly smiled back. I think she knew that she what I was and that she could trust me. It was a mutant thing. I knew then that I had to protect her. And Logan would help me. I now had a purpose here.

And I had one advantage. I was more powerful than all the mutants put together. And I had the Force and lightsabers. Magneto, watch out.

~* When the Sith Dad's away, the daughter gets to play!*~   (he he he, these smilies TOTALLY ROCK!! Leia, Luke, stormtrooper, Vader, Fett, Greedo, Maul, and Yoda!)

Hello again. Yes, it is I. Elena. Now, I told you yesterday that we would start on my little adventure...
but what exactly was my adventure about, you ax?

Keep on axing, cause I'm not telling until you SHUT UP!.... just kidding. But no, seriously. I'll tell you right now. So hold onto your hard drives, cause here we go....

A long time ago (well not really) in a galaxy far, far away (It's not that far, I mean, about seven parsecs, give or take a few light years).....

It was just another ordinary day for me. I was doing my homework, not a particularly pleasant subject, and was trying to figure out the difference between.. well... I'm not exactly sure what. Anyways, I became so tired that I drifted off and fell asleep. Yes, fell asleep!

When I awoke... I wasn't at home anymore....

Dun, dun, dun, DUNNN! Cliffhanger! I'll tell you more tomorrow.

*~ When the Sith's away, the daughter gets to play!*~

Hola. Hi. Hello. Chut chut. Greetings. Anyway you like to say 'hi', go ahead. I'm Elena, and this is my journal.

Now, you're probably thinking... 'Augh! She's the daughter of a Sith! Run away!!' But in my case, that's not true. I don't even want to be a Sith. I'd rather... I'd rather... just... SING!!

(Next part scribbled out because angry Sith father came in and yelled 'stop that, no singing!')

On second thought... maybe I'll go for the Jedi business. I mean, dark's okay, but after a while.. the black starts to get at you. You just want to scream: OK, OK!! BLACK! I GET IT!! Can we at least have some COLOR!!

Moving on, you might have read my beginning story in a biography called 'I Am Me.' A very accurate description, if I do say so myself. Maybe that's because I wrote it. He he he. But let's get serious and start from the middle. Now, you're probably thinking 'Start from the middle? Why not from the beginning like any other normal person?'

Well, for one thing. I am not a normal person. Never was, and never have been. Never will be, either. Second, why would I start from the beginning if 'I Am Me' was the beginning? Would that make any sense whatsoever? I don't THINK so!

The day is ending now... and I must take my leave. I'll tell you the beginning of my adventures in the morning. Well, the beginning in the middle... if you get my drift. Ta ta!!

*~ When the Sith's away, the daughter gets to play! ~*