X-Men: Bloodlines

The house was quite and dark, only faint sounds of crying crept through its rooms. The mystic lights of the night slipping though the bloodstained drapes that shaded the elegant French windows. She lied still on the corner of the bed, with life pouring from the stab wounds to her body. Her husband slumped against the wall across from her, his throat slit from ear to ear. His distant gaze still staring straight into her, seeming to search for her every secret. She turned her head and concentrated on the small amount of night sky she could capture through the shaded window. A silhouette blocked out some of the stars and created a man shaped hole in the starlight. In its hand, a knife. The knife that had punctured numerous parts of her body and killed her husband. The silhouette just seemed to gaze into the night. The scotch cascading from the glass in its hand and the dripping blood from the knife both staining the pale cream carpet next to the sloppy mud prints that littered the floor. The glass fell to the floor and scattered its remaining contents across the already tainted carpet. The knife lifted and a few small drops of blood dripped into the mouth of the silhouette. It then turned and began to walk towards her. It slowly turned into a tall man. His shadowy disguise slowly lifted by the dim light of the room. A sudden lightning burst lit up the room and revealed his gleaming sliver eyes to her. She instantly recognized him from the news earlier in the evening. He had been accused of murdering an 8 year old girl and her family in the nearby city. The court case has fallen apart after a small administrative error. He was acquitted and was given no punishment. He had claimed his innocence put the evidence was more than enough to get him the death sentence. She suddenly feared for her daughter who had been thrown into the next room when the intruder entered their home. The thought of her daughter suddenly brought voices talking in her mind. The first two she recognised as her husband and daughter but the other was a darker voice shouting over the over voices.

"I've got him this time, He will pay for what he's done,"

She shook the voices from her head and tried her best to concentrate on her situation. The man walked passed her and opened the door into the hallway. She tried to move but the pain seared through her instantly. He looked back over his shoulder at her and disappeared into the darkness. A few minutes passed and he returned into the bedroom carrying the motionless girl in his arms. The mother tried to scream but her voice failed her and only releasing a low whimper. He placed the little girl on the bed next to her mother. He stood back up and gleamed down at the mother.

"Do you want to watch her die or suffer knowing that she'll die after you do?" He asked her referring to her daughter. She couldn't answer only begin a cry for her daughters life. But he had already made up his mind. He slowly moved his hand to the girl and ripped the nightgown that covered her neck. The women looked on as he slowly lent down and moved his mouth towards the pale skin on her neck. He placed his lips on the skin and breathed in her scent. The mother tried with all her power to try and save her little girl but all she could do was watch as he turned to her and opened his mouth to reveal two long fangs protruding from his gums. He suddenly turned and delved the fangs into the little girl's neck. The child instantly came back to life and screamed in pain. Blood flowed from the puncture wound and into his mouth. A few seconds turned into an eternity as he slowly drew blood from her. The sudden shatter of glass in the French window released his grip from the girl. He whipped round and saw something in the darkness blocking the stars like he had done before. He stared at it. The shape moved it head and looked towards the bed. It began to breathe heavily and drew it attention back to the man. The shape stepped forward and into the room. The man took a step back and the shape disappeared. The man stared into nothingness. He suddenly felt pain in his back and chest. He looked down and saw the silver edge of a long blade sticking out of his chest dripping with blood. He brought up his hand and touched the tip of the blade with his index finger. It instantly drew blood from the finger tip. He felt the blade slice out of his body and he was thrown against the wall across from the bed. The little girl slowly sat up to see the clocked figure stab two daggers into the man's shoulders and into the wall pinning him into place about two feet above the floor. The man struggled but couldn't release the lodged daggers as they were buried too deep into the wall. The clocked figure stepped away from the man and walked towards the bed. The little girl looked up at the figure that towered above her but couldn't see the face hidden by the hood of the black cloak just a pendent hanging from the neck. It bent down and touched two fingers against her mother's neck. She looked at her mother and then at the figure. The hood shook slightly and turned towards her. It seemed to notice the bite wound on her neck. The figure bent down in front of her until its hood was level with hers.

"I bet that hurts," he said pointing to the wound on her neck. The male voice was sweet and soft which comforted her a little. She slowly nodded her head.

"Can I take a look?" He asked her. Slowly she turned her head and revealed the wound to him. He looked at it for a few moments. The tips of her long blonde hair had been stained by the blood from the bite but the wound had definitely healed slightly since he entered the room. She turned her head back towards him.

"What's your name?" He asked her. She tried to look at his face through the darkness that the hood cast but couldn't see anything. She lifted her hands and gently gripped the sides of the hood. She pushed it back to reveal a pair of gleaming silver eyes as she stared at them, they slowly turned into a pair of soft brown eyes which matched his brown hair.

"It's Danielle," She said quietly. He smiled at her.

"Hello Danielle, I'm James," This time she smiled at him and giggled a little not aware of what had gone on around her. "How old are you Danielle?" He asked. She lifted her hands and showed the number eight with her fingers. He laughed and his smile widened to reveal two small fangs among the white teeth in his mouth. She noticed them instantly.

"What are they?" She asked while pointing to them.

"What?" He asked. She moved her face and pointed to her own teeth. Once she did this, he realized what she was talking about. "Oh their Fangs, and because that man," He said as he pointed over his shoulder at the man still pinned to the wall. "Bit you with his, you'll soon have a pair of your own" She looked over his shoulder and stared at the man attached to the wall. He was struggling trying to escape. A sound of a police siren caused James to stand up and stare towards the window. "Ok, Danielle. It's time to go," He said to her.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Away from here," He bent down and picked her up and carried her towards the shattered window. She stared over his shoulder and looked at the man that had hurt her mom and dad, who by now had pulled out one of the daggers and now using his free hand to pull out the second. She looked at James with her bright blue eyes.

"He's escaping," She said calmly. He let out a little laugh and looked at her.

"No," James said as his eyes turned to that scary silver. She looked behind him again and suddenly another dagger appeared in the middle of the room and floated in mid air. Another one appeared and then another and quickly the room was filled with hundreds of daggers. James stopped on the balcony just outside the broken window and turned back towards the man who was struggling to pull out the dagger than held him to the wall. Both James and Danielle stared at him. The daggers then turned and all aimed at the man. He suddenly noticed them and struggled even more to get free. All the daggers suddenly flew threw the air and one after one stabbed into the man's body. His screams echoed the dark home. One dagger was left floating in the room aiming for the man. He was still moving although the daggers completely covered his body. James looked at Danielle with his silver eyes. "Look away," She looked at him and then looked into the dark night over his shoulder. The last dagger hovered in the centre of the room. It suddenly flew fast and slammed straight into the man's head with such force that his head exploded and blew up the wall. Danielle jumped slightly from the sound of it but continued to look away. James reached out his hand towards the man and closed his eyes and he whispered something. Then they both disappeared over the balcony and into the night.

Three policemen stormed into the room and noticed the women on the bed. One rushed over to her and another notice the husband on the floor. They checked them both but found no signs of life.

"Hey guys, you'd better take a look at this," said the third policeman who was standing in the middle of the room staring at the back wall. The other officers joined him and gasped at what they saw. The remnants of a man nailed to the wall with his head scattered along it and a message written in his blood above him saying

"Only Justice Can Be Delivered To Them By Their Own Kind".