Femme Fatale

Summary: After X1 through whenever. Kris is the younger sister of Iceman. She comes to the Institute after learning of her mutant abilities and getting into a huge amount of trouble. There she meets Pyro and things really get interesting.

Disclaimer: I own nothing... But I sure wish I did!

(-X-)

-Boston, Massachusetts-

16-year-old Kristine Drake, better known as Kris, stared out the window of the yellow school bus she was ridding. Her parents, William and Madeline, had promised that she would get a car as soon as she got her license, but that had yet to happen and she had had her license for 2 and a half months. Her twin brother, Ronny, had failed his driver's test and he already had a car in the garage waiting for him. How unfair was that?

The monotonous suburban landscape of the monotonous Boston suburb that she lived in bored her to tears as she continued staring out the window. Her older brother, Bobby, had all the luck. He was in New York at Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. Whatever it took to become gifted, she wanted to know because New York had to be more interesting the suburban Massachusetts. How he became gifted was a question that always plagued Kris. Before Bobby was accepted to that school, he was a cynical underachiever and never did anything he was told. Then again, that was the time that Kris was the quiet, shy type that cared what everyone thought about her and even fried her scalp by bleaching her dark brown hair blonde to prove it. Now she loved the fact that her hair was so dark that it was almost black. She wasn't emo, or anything like that, but she just ceased to care about labels and other stuff that mattered in high school.

The bus stopped in front of her house and she stood, pulling the earphones from her iPod out of her head. She didn't bother to waste energy by responding to the whispers that she could hear coming from her former friends, "Bye Tony." Kris said to the bus driver.

"See you tomorrow at 7:25 sharp." Tony replied as Kris stepped off of the bus and walked around the front, waving. Tony waved back and Kris looked at her house, just thinking. She wondered if Bobby had gotten the clothes and other gifts that she, Ronny, and their parents had sent him for his 18th birthday.

On the subject of clothing, Kris suddenly remembered that her mother was going to freak when she saw her clothes, "Oh great." Kris sighed. For some reason, Madeline had a huge problem with Kris constantly wearing black, brown, and gray. But why shouldn't she? She wasn't the blonde haired, blue eyed perfect All-American looking child that her brother's were, she had dark hair and gray eyes and black, brown, and gray looked good on her. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Kris walked up the driveway and entered her home, "Mom, I'm home." She called.

"Hi honey." Madeline called back from the kitchen, "Where's Ronny?"

"How the hell would I know? I'm not his keeper." Kris mumbled to herself, not allowing her mother to hear, "I don't know. Probably still at school playing basketball or something." She said to her mother.

"Hmm." Madeline sighed, "I thought he was... Oh Christmas." She said, exiting the kitchen and seeing her daughter's outfit, "Honey, why must you wear such dark colors?"

Kris smirked and leaned against the wall, "It matches my soul." She said.

Madeline clenched her jaw, "Kristine Gretchen..."

"Mom! Joke!" Kris replied, detesting the use of her middle name. At that moment, a sharp pain ran through her head and she leaned down, squeezing her head in her hands and groaning, "Damn." She mumbled as the pain only got more profound before instantaneously subsiding.

"Kris." Madeline said, worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Fantastic." Kris replied, running her hands through her long brown hair, "Perfectly peachy, mom. I have to go and finish my homework." Kris tried to walk away, but Madeline stopped her, "Mom, I have a huge project due next week and I have barely started."

"It was the headaches again, wasn't it Kris?" Madeline asked in concern. Kris tried to protest, "Why won't you let us take you to the hospital?"

"What are they going to tell me mother?" Kris asked angrily, "I've been poked and prodded enough for 20 lifetimes and they haven't found anything. No growths, no abnormalities, no nothing! All of the doctors that we've been to think that it's all in my head or that I'm looking for attention. How many is it now that have suggested getting a shirk to look at me?"

"Kris, it's..."

"More then half of the one's we've gone to, mom." Kris went on, "More then half think that I'm crazy... I have a project to work on." With that, Kris walked up the stairs and into her room. Truth be told, she was starting to wonder whether or not she was making up the headaches. There was no medical evidence to back up her symptoms, but they were getting unbearable. She even thought that she was starting to hear voices and, on top of that, she went through spells where her hands hurt and cramped to bad that she couldn't write. Then there was the constant locking thing that her jaw would do randomly... None of this was getting to her mother, who would worry and make her go to more hospitals.

"Kris?" Madeline's voice called up the stairs.

"Yeah, mom." Kris called back.

"Weren't you suppose to get your report cards today?" Madeline asked.

Kris slapped her palm to her forehead. Of course, how could she have forgotten. If her mom had been her dad, then he would of accused her of slipping grades and that was the last think that she wanted, "Yeah, hold on." Kris called, digging into her tote bag and pulling out her report card. All A's. Nothing that would surprise either of her parents, but it would make them happy. It wasn't that Kris was a genius, and she would never pretend to be so, she just worked her ass off and studied as much as she could. She wanted to get far away from high school and if that was the way to do it, then that would be what she did.

As Kris walked into the kitchen, she saw that her father was home, for the moment, at least, "Hello, Kristine." He said, "What's that?"

"Report card." Kris replied, handing to her parents and walking over to the closet, pulling out her black trench coat.

"Oh, this is wonderful, Kris." Madeline said, "All A's. We have a genius on our hands."

Kris laughed sourly, "Not really, mom." She said, "I'm going out."

"Where?" William asked.

"Just for a walk." Kris replied, wondering why her dad was so paranoid. He shot her a look that told her he wanted more details then that, "Dad, I just need to clear my head. I don't know where I'm going, but I shouldn't be gone that long. I'll see you guys at dinner." William and Madeline sighed, wishing that she, for once, would give them more then a vague answer.

Kris left her home with every intention on doing what she had told her parents. She pulled out her iPod, which was still safe in her pocket, and placed the earphones in her ears. After picking a song she liked, Happy? by Mudvayne, she started walking. Her feet carried her to a park near her home, where she found a bench and sat, observing passers by.

On the swing set just a few feet away, a brown haired mother in a pink shirt and black pants and a slightly graying father in a button up and jeans pushed their three brown haired children, two girls and a boy. The mother was obviously close to giving these children another sibling. Down the way, two teenagers engaged in a public make-out session, oblivious to the stares of disgust by several of the other park-goers; most of these were old ladies or old men. However, one couple caught her attention more then anybody else. The man was handsome and extremely muscular with blonde hair and an air of being authoritative without being boring or too serious about him and the woman was tall, lean, and beautiful, a look complimented by her green head of hair.

"Why not?" The woman asked.

"Because." The man said.

"That's not an answer, Alex."

"Lorna, honey, please." The man called Alex replied, "My brother and I are not on the best of terms. Trust me about that."

Lorna sighed, "Alex, I don't care if you two aren't on the best of terms, I still want to meet him." Alex tried to protest, "Alex, what about all of the people that cared about you? That you care about? Just because you and your brother..." That was all that Kris heard because at that moment, the searing pain in her head that she had felt back home came back.

The pain caused her to fall to the ground, squeezing her head. Panicked voiced bombarded her, but she saw no mouths moving when she managed to look around. Her hands felt like they were being continually pounded with a hammer. Kris' eyes teared as she writhed on the ground and the peopled around just stared at her, some not knowing what to so, some not bothering to do anything but watch.

Alex and Lorna, however, did the opposite. Taking a deep breath, Lorna pointed at the metal water fountain and flicked her hand, causing the top of the fountain to fly over and hit Kris in the head, effectively knocking her out, "Lorna!" Alex whispered.

"What?" Lorna asked, "I didn't hit her that hard." Alex couldn't help but chuckle, his girlfriend had a strange way of doing things. The two rushed over to her as Alex pulled out his phone, "What are you doing?"

"Calling my old professor." Alex replied, "He'll know what to do about her."

"That looked like a major case of on coming telepathy." Lorna said, "Holy shit." She mumbled, looking down at Kris' hands. Her fingernails were claw-like and red and strange symbols decorated her wrists. Then Lorna looked up at her face, "This is the most fucked up thing I've seen in a while." She mumbled. Kris' mouth was slightly open and her canine teeth were elongated like vampire fangs.

"Oh my God." Alex said, seemingly forgetting the phone in his hand, "Is that mutation, or did she do that herself?"

"Aren't you going to call?" Lorna asked.

"Oh... Yeah." He said, dialing the number, "But we should take her somewhere." Lorna nodded and picked the girl up.

"Jesus, she's light."

"Really?" Alex asked.

Lorna nodded as the two quickly placed themselves elsewhere. Alex silently prayed that someone would pick up, "Xavier Institute." A pleasant female voice said.

Alex smiled, "Jeanie-Beanie." He said, "How ya been?"

"Alex." Jean replied with a laugh, "What can I do for you."

"I need to speak with Professor Xavier ASAP." He replied.

"Just a sec." Jean replied.

"Thank you, thank you." Alex said as he waited.

After a couple minutes of waiting, Alex heard, "Good afternoon, Alex. What a pleasant surprise."

"That's nice to know, Professor." Alex said, "But I have a bit of situation."

"You found a mutant." Professor X said.

Alex sighed, "Yes... Of course you would already know that. What else do you know."

"Absolutely nothing." Professor X replied.

"Uh-huh." Alex replied, "Well, she... kind of looks like a vampire."

"A vampire?" Professor Xavier asked, "How do you mean?"

"There's really only one way to look like a vampire, Professor." Alex replied, "But we're not sure whether or not that's her mutation."

"We're?"

Alex sighed, "Yes, we're. Anyway, we think she might be telepathic by the way she reacted when her powers manifested."

"Then by all means, bring her here. We always have room for mutants in need." Professor X said, "And do bring your friend, the other part of your 'we'." Alex chuckled, "I'm sure Jean and Ororo would love to meet her."

Alex chuckled again, "I'm sure they would." He said, knowing how gossipy those two got sometimes, "Good-bye, Professor."

"Who would what?" Lorna asked, looking up from the small girl in her arms for the first time.

"Nothing, honey." Alex replied, "We'd better get going."

"Going... Where?" Lorna asked.

"Westchester, New York. Were going to drop her off at my old school."

Lorna looked at the girl for a minute, "Alex, she doesn't look like a runaway. I mean, she might have people worry if we take her. We don't know anything about her and..."

"And when she wakes up, Professor Xavier will call her parents if she's not a runaway." Alex replied, "Then he will offer them a place for her in the school. Professor X isn't into kidnapping, dear."

"O...Okay, honey. If you think that's a good idea."

"It is, trust me."