Hi again. I was just sitting here, on my computer and I got an amazing idea for a story, well I think it is. Normally I let my imagination run wild, and it comes up with great story lines, but this time my imagination really has gone haywire!

Summary: a murder. That's the topic on everyone's tongues, but not your ordinary murder.

On a dark night a man had gone for a walk and discovered a cave, but when entering; he wished he hadn't.

The next day, the only evidence of his existence was a pile of bones and blood splattered all over the cave walls.

So when the culprit is discovered by Professor Xavier and invited to live among his students, what terror will ensue!

Not suitable for the light hearted, read at your own risk, possibly sexual scenes in later chapters.

Key:

"…" Speech

'…' Thoughts

(…) Extra information

Songs are in bold

The Colour of Blood

Chapter 1

VvV Victims VvV

Michael Gondola walked down the narrow country lane with a spring in his step; his live was perfect, never been better. Engaged to a beautiful woman; Jenna Corsage, and soon to be married, four days to be precise.

He had a song in his heart, and he hummed the tune as he walked along. The sky may be dark and forbidding but his life was the opposite, so full of light and so inviting.

But then he heard thunder and stopped humming, looking up to the sky as a flash of lightning seared across it.

"Dear, oh dear." He muttered to himself and looked about him for some kind of shelter. "Now then, where is that cave, I know it's here somewhere, why, I was exploring it only yesterday."

Looking around he saw a small dirt path and he smiled. "Ah yes! There it is; the narrow winding path that leads to the cave itself. Better hurry, better hurry." And his footsteps quickened, following the little path, which wound its way through a small clump of trees, before opening onto an entrance to a little cave. "Yes, yes, here we are." Michael told himself and entered the cave, smiling broadly at his quick escape from the rain. "Now then, where to sit? The floor I suppose, yes, why not." And Michael placed his coat on the dusty floor, before seating himself on it, not noticing the footprints his coat covered.

A few minutes later and the rain was pouring as heavily as ever, yet it still had not dampened Michael's spirits, quite the opposite. He quite enjoyed the sound of it pattering on a little ledge that jutted out from the cave. He started to hum with the drops of water, and then he sang out, loudly.

"Drip-drop, on the ledge. Don't stop falling rain, not yet.

Drip-drop, drip-drop, oh this rain it will never stop."

He repeated the lines over and over, singing louder as the rain got harder, but then his singing stopped as a low rumbling noise echoed from the back of the cave.

Michael stood immediately and faced the way he presumed the noise had come from.

"Hello? Hello? Is anyone there?" His voice rang through the cave, echoing off the walls; his fear ringing out in every note. As though in reply, he heard the noise again and began to step back, towards the mouth of the cave and away from the noise. But then he stopped, as if frozen, as something began to move.

"Drip-drop." A voice echoed back to him, mimicking his song. The voice was sharp and feminine, and although it was quiet, it sounded as though it was whispered right in Michael's ear.

Michael didn't dare move, not even to get out of the cave, he just stood and his eyes searched but found nothing; the darkness to deep.

And the voice spoken again, this time with a hint of amusement.

"Drip-drop, on the floor. Don't stop dripping, fall ever more. Drip-drop, drip-drop, oh the glory; the blood won't stop."

Michael's heart skipped a beat and his eyes stopped searching, 'dear lord! Please tell me I did not hear the word…' he gulped, mid thought, '…blood!' But he did, and he knew it as the voice repeated the song, it's whisper growing louder and more deadly as each word was spoken.

Then something came out of the shadows and Michael unfroze; stepping back in fear. A monstrous form walked towards him, smiling menacingly as it did. Before long, the form was towering in front of Michael, and the smile was replaced by a snarl as it breathed down into Michael's face.

Michael gulped and his eyes landed on two hideous fangs, protruding from the "monster's" mouth, and two sets of sharp claws.

"P…Please…Please don't hurt…hurt me…please!" He begged, "please…please let me go." But he only got a cackling laugh as a reply, and the "Monster" began to close in on him.

"I don't think so." It snarled.

"Please!" Michael cried desperately, "please! I'll give you anything! Please!" But his cries were useless; it only came closer and started to sing its version of Michael's song.

Michael then began to shout, desperately but his voice was cut short, "please! No! NO! NO! AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

End of Chapter

Awww, poor Michael, I was actually starting to like his character and was really regretting having to kill him. Yes, sorry readers, but Michael was killed. Shame, but it had to happen; otherwise my story couldn't go anywhere.

Hope I haven't scared you all that much, at least I hope your still brave enough to leave a review and then read on. You know, reviews are VERY important to me! You don't know how happy they make me!