So, I know this is an absurd idea, but the plot is interesting and the ending is unexpected. I'm also already considering a sequel, depending on how well this goes over. So please, review after reading. Thanks much.
Chapter One:
"We'll be having some visitors tonight."
Alice sat up in her bed, staring ahead into the distance, a blank expression across her face. Jasper, his body curled around hers, delicately planted butterfly kisses along her neck, tickling her ivory skin ever-so-softly, seemingly trying to ignore that their early morning passion had been briefly interrupted by one of Alice's abrupt visions. He hated when that happened.
"Of course there'll be visitors, kitten." Jasper purred into her ear, his lips traveling downward along her throat once again. "Visitors are what parties usually entail."
"Shh!" Alice snapped quietly, trying to keep focus. "I can't tell whether or not they're a threat. My vision is blurry—maybe it's because of Nessie or Jacob—but I can definitely sense something." She sounded worried, but Jasper pressing his lips against hers suppressed her uncertainties.
"It'll be okay," he whispered, attempting to carry on their previous activities, "everyone will have a wonderful time. I'll make sure of it."
Smiling once more—whether it was because of Jasper's convenient gift or her own delight—Alice entangled her hands in Jasper's golden curls and kissed him compassionately once more.
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Cerebro's chamber was especially frigid on this lovely September evening. Professor Charles Xavier had been dreading this visit to his old electronic companion ever since the mystifying visions had begun disturbing him during his sleep. It was a vivid, permanent picture painted within his mind now:
The setting was a foggy forest, with all sorts of power radiating from every which way. Xavier was unfamiliar with the kind of energy emitting from every direction—not quite a mutant, but definitely not a human. He had shifted through the possibilities, pondering the supernatural circumstances that surrounded him, but he'd felt nothing like this before. This energy wasn't anything particularly dangerous, but he sensed danger nearing it—which is what he feared the most.
As the Professor placed the cerebral helmet atop his head, he closed his eyes and mentally shut himself out of reality. The lights flickered off around him, and with a mental click, the machine was searching for the unknown power.
He didn't have to search far, because the image in his mind was perfectly depicted through the apparatus. In seconds, he found the lavish mansion hidden within the trees, and he saw the many sources of energy that were being produced from the surrounding area. Vampires.
However, he'd sensed vampires before. He knew instantly that along the Olympic Peninsula, in the quiet town that was Forks, Washington, a coven of civil vampires maintained a permanent residence there. He even recognized Carlisle Cullen's face; Xavier could have sworn that he'd met the young man once upon a time.
But what was this? Did he have a wife? A family? Surely Carlisle wasn't old enough to have children that age. He counted them—ten evidently younger beings surrounded the campus, and one—the youngest—exuded the wondrous power that he'd dreamt for so long. In his head, Xavier saw the potential that this young one exuberated—she'd be a perfect addition to his school for gifted youngsters. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who had noticed the child's capabilities.
As to answer his own thoughts, the Professor caught sight of two more sources of energy nearing the small town. He knew immediately that these new findings were that of danger, and that the psychic of the household—he thought he'd caught the name 'Alice' in the stir of conversations—had been worried sick as she was unable clearly to see the forthcoming peril. He had to warn them; he had to protect the little one. Surely this must have been what the visions had intended him to do. . .
But it wasn't that simple. A phone call, he predicted, just wouldn't do the job. Charles would go himself, taking a few members of his team with him, and confront the vampire family in-person. It was the only way to ensure the safety of the little girl in his visions—and the only way to protect her, if need be. He sensed that the vampire's wouldn't do well with a surprise attack from an unfamiliar enemy, even if they had a pack of unusually large wolves at their beck and call. He'd definitely have some questions to ask them upon arrival.
With that, Professor Xavier exited the chamber, his mind racing quickly as he sought the new leader of his X-men: Storm.
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"Wait, so you're saying that there are such things as vampires?"
"Quiet down, Rogue."
Xavier had gathered four of his most valued students in the main study hall, explaining each detail explicitly, down to the very last specification. Evidently, the thought of blood-sucking mutants didn't go over too well.
"Sorry, sorry," Rogue answered, peeking out the door into the foyer to see if any of the passing students had heard. She sighed in relief, "All clear."
"We've faced greater enemies, my dear." The Professor said softly, folding his hands onto his lap. "Think of them as a unique breed of mutants. They're no different than any of us."
"We don't feed off blood, Professor." Kitty chimed in, folding her arms across her chest. She, too, didn't like the idea of traveling across the country to secure a house of blood-sucking strangers. Though she was surrounded by a unique selection of mutants herself, she could hardly recall any that needed to thrive off blood to survive.
"The idea may sound a bit absurd, but the Professor has high hopes for the small girl." Storm said toward her pupils—Rogue and Shadowcat—sounding knowledgeable, as always. Her constant wisdom was certainly something that had grown old to the two younger girls, who simply looked at her and then back to the Professor.
"Is she a mutant?" a booming voice asked from the corner of the room. Standing there was Colossus, the newest addition to Storm's team and current boyfriend of Kitty, wearing a fitted shirt and jeans, his massive structure contradicting the calm of the quiet room.
"Of sorts," Xavier answered truthfully. "I'm not exactly sure what she is. Cerebro itself is a little confused." He sounded entertained as he spoke his last sentence, his lip rising up in a slight smile. "Her energy readings are not that of a human—but also not of a mutant, either."
"I see," Colossus answered in his robust tone, winking at Kitty as he did so. None of the students particularly enjoyed this idea, and he sensed the fear in Kitty's eyes. "I'm sure whatever she is, we can handle it."
"She's not the one we have to worry about," Storm said to him, remembering the story that Xavier had shared with her earlier. "The Professor senses a different kind of danger. . . We seem to not be the only ones to have discovered the child's power."
"Storm is right." Charles spoke regrettably. "Cerebro's readings indicated two more forces traveling toward Washington. Unfortunately, their origins were unknown as well."
"Looks like you need to upgrade, Charles," said a rusty voice as the door of the study hall opened and Wolverine walked inside. He hadn't been too interested in the meeting at first, until he had heard the Professor speak of vampires and unknown threats. "What's going on in here?"
"I was discussing with the team about an upcoming road trip," chuckled Charles in response to Wolverine's brash humor at his super technology. Suddenly, a smile lit up his face. "Logan—please share with everyone your knowledge of vampires."
"How many times have I told you to stay out of my head, old man?" Logan retorted, obviously annoyed. He shook his head and let out a sigh. This was going to be difficult to explain.
"Well . . .?" Rogue was being terribly impatient.
"The Cullen's don't age." Wolverine began, running his figures through his thick, black mane. A series of shocked expressions lit the room, causing him to chuckle. "You'd think you all would be used to it, with me around."
"So you're saying that they have a healing fac—"
"Let me finish, damn it." Logan said softly, interrupting Kitty's question. "And no; they're not mutants. They're immortals." He crossed the room and took a long look out the window, exhaling heavily. As he turned to face the others in the room, he saw the looks upon their faces—fear.
So many memories of Logan's past crowded his mind, and among them was a trip to Italy that he'd taken years ago. He explained the existence of the vampire godfathers—the Volturi—and their power over the vampire population. Annoyance masked his tone as he discussed the abilities of the vampires—their speed, strength, and bloodlust.
"There are good vampires, though." The Professor spoke suddenly, reading Wolverine's thoughts once more. "Vampires like Carlisle Cullen; I remember him now. He's an old friend of Moira MacTaggert's, and he's made much advancement in the medical field. A good man."
"He and his family were said to have lived a 'vegetarian' lifestyle, according to the head hauncho's back at Volterra." Wolverine said softly, remembering again. "They said that we wouldn't have to worry about vampires around here—or anywhere else, for that matter. They'd take care of the ones who got out of hand."
"And so they have," said the Professor, closing his eyes. "That would explain the mere myth of their existence. I hadn't thought to research the idea myself. I hadn't even read it in your mind until now, Logan."
"Yeah, well, I keep some things in the back of my mind for a reason."
The two eyed each other darkly, the Professor attempting to understand the hurt behind Logan's eyes. When the vicious Wolverine's gaze looked away, not wanting to proceed the mental conversation with him, Charles immediately knew that this subject was entirely too personal. He now directed his attention to the rest of his students, who stood silent in their positions.
Breaking the silence, the Professor said, "However, I'm afraid that the enemies heading towards Forks aren't vampires, otherwise they would have been able to know about them beforehand. Some vampires contain special gifts, and one—Alice—is able to perceive visions."
"What, she can't see us coming?" Wolverine pressed.
"Alice can't see either of us coming—which would mean that our arrival would have to be very, very delicate. This meeting won't take long, but we have to make sure that nothing goes awry." The Professor answered, eyeing each of his students sternly. The three younger faces looked prepared, yet he sensed that they were all terribly afraid. He knew that the guidance of Storm and Wolverine was imperative.
"Well then, looks like it's time to fire up the ole Blackbird," Wolverine said, attempting to break the awkwardness of the situation. "I wanna get to them as soon as possible."
"This little girl better be worth all this stress," whined Kitty, slinking into the arms of Colossus.
"The girl is the least of my worries," laughed Wolverine, heading out the door. "I simply have a bone to pick with Edward Cullen."
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