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Ch1

In a bar in Florida a girl was hiding in the office away from all the blood that was tempting her. She needed help. She didn't want to hurt anyone. Let alone kill them. She was cowering in a corner, screaming for help in her mind. It all started when a customer touched her, the second she felt the blood pumping through his veins, the hunger ignited. Her eyes bled red and the air around her began to swirl making her clothes dance in the wind that only touched her.

She needed to get away from all the temptation. It was calling to her. Her ears rang with the sound of over a hundred people. It pulsed above the techno music that the band played. All she wanted to do was to run but she knew that the streets were over flowing with teenagers. Spring Break in Daytona Beach meant that the thousands of warm bodies. The girl crawled under the desk and put her head between her knees to help block the pulsing but she could feel the hunger consuming her. Soon the monster would be in control and the streets would once again be washed in blood and the life that she had begun to build would be over.

_Story Break_

The dining room was crowded with nearly a hundred teenage mutants eating and talking at Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. Professor Charles Xavier was seated at the head of the table talking with Ororo when a shooting pain made him cry out. Charles froze as the scream of distress rocketed through his brain. Trying to focus over the pain was almost too much but once he was able to lessen the volume he looked at the man that had just entered the room.

Logan was one of the best trackers that Charles had ever met; nodding to himself Charles formulated a plan to help the poor child screaming for help. Looking at the rest of the team members seated at the table he evaluated them until he came up with the perfect team to help.

"Logan I want you, Gambit and Rogue to ready the X Jet. Fly to Daytona, Florida. Once you get there I should be able to direct you to the mutant who needs to be helped." Not waiting for a reply Charles left the dining room and headed to Cerebro to pin the girl's location down. Much to Charles displeasure that was about all that he could decipher from her.

In the dining room Logan, Gambit and Rogue were still sitting in a state of shock. They couldn't believe what was going on, first they were eating and now the Professor was sending on a mission with no information or real destination. Rogue looked at Gambit and Logan for an explanation and received the same response, a shrug. The three of them stood and raced down the hall to the hanger, not even stopping to put on their uniforms. Gambit and Rogue got into the cockpit and set their limited destination, while Logan strapped himself in and regretted eating so much at dinner.

Within an hour they were hovering over Daytona when the Professor finally contacted them. He gave them the address and name of a club and told them to hurry. They raced down the crowded streets as fast as they could and paused when they arrived at the club. Even from the street they could feel the bass from rather crappy techno music and the long lines of people entering and exiting the club were another story all together. The club called the Dungeon was apparently for Goths, judging from the way the people flowing in and out were dressed and judging from the long line they were going to have to find another way in if they wanted to help the mutant inside. They ran around to the back of the club and found the stage entrance with a small explosion from Gambit they were in and racing up the stairs to the office that the Professor had directed them to.

_Story Break_

Just as she got it under control someone ran into the office. The person was tall enough that she couldn't see his face from were she was. He crouched down as if to talk to her but as soon as she saw his neck she pounced. The man fell back not expecting to be tackled. Soon over his surprise he began trying to knock her off. It was a painful experience because she was feral.

She hadn't fed in over a week and the hunger was too strong. She couldn't make him lust for it like she would normally would, so that he wouldn't struggle. She noticed that his blood was wilder and more filling than a human, a mutant! As she fed she felt his memories. He didn't want to be here. He was sent by Professor Xavier. He had just returned from some place cold and the Professor had sent him right back out with the kid and the gumbo.

She could feel more people enter the room. She could smell them; their scent coated the man she currently fed from. He was like her a beast was lurking just beneath the surface waiting for the right moment to escape from its cage. When the scent of the girl reached them both the man beneath her stiffened she was able to access his memories of her. The girl like her couldn't touch, her skin was the key to her mutation and just as the girl was about to touch her she yanked her teeth from his neck and hiss out a warning. Her fangs and red eyes stopped them in their tracks.

"Stop don't touch me! You do and you'll help me kill them both!"

"What! How did you know?" the girl gasped.

"Just don't touch me. I won't be able to control it if you do."

As she said this everyone saw her eyes. They went from a blood red to an ice blue that seemed to glow. The wind that touched her died down as she stood up.

"Chere Belle, what an angel you are." said the new male with a Cajun accent.

"I'm no angel shuga, I'm a vampire." she giggled.

The man she had just been feeding from groaned behind her. The girl jumped and ran over to help him rise. When he looked at her his face flushed and he bowed his head. He turned to hide the evidence of his arousal from the room.

"Sorry about that shug. I needed you to quit struggling. Or else I would have drained you dry."

"It's okay. I just wasn't expecting that. Chuck didn't get around to telling us what your mutation was. Only that you needed help and to ask you to return to the mansion with us."

"How did he know?"

"He's a telepath. You where screaming so loud that he cried out in the middle of dinner. So he sent us, didn't even give us time to put on our uniforms."

"Uniforms! Who are you anyway?"

"Je suis desole chere, we be X-Men. I'm Gambit or Remy. He's Wolverine or Logan. She is Rogue. Don't know her real name."

"Well I'm Autumn Muhn or Blood Lust. So why are you here, for real?"

"Like I said, Chuck sent us. You needed help or so your mental screams said. So he sent us to help you. We're supposed to bring you back to the mansion, to help humans and mutants alike. He said you were in danger."

"Yeah, from myself, you're telling me the truth so... Let's go. We'll leave through the back and go to my place. I need to get some things. Where is this Professor at anyways?"

"We live in West Chester, New York." Rogue said in her thick accent.

"Okay. Follow me. Just don't touch my skin. I'm still hungry and I won't be able to control myself."

"What is your mutation, anyway? That is if you don't mind me askin'? Rogue asked.

"Well, for all intents and purposes. You could say I'm a vampire. I feed on blood and can manipulate it. I have super human strength, speed, dexterity, and senses. My features change. My eyes bleed red and for some reason wind appear."

Everyone's faces showed their shock.

"What?" Autumn said blushing to her roots.

A/N: "Je suis desole" translates to "I'm sorry" in French.

Also to all the fans of Blood Lust sorry about the long delays in chapters but my brain has been to full of other story ideas and it makes it hard for me to concentrate. So I decided to go back and reedit all of the existing chapters. Especially since a lot of it some how never made it out. So please be patient with me. I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter and be ready for more.