The Vampire Goddess

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Telepathy

"Foreign languages"

Ch 3: Too Dangerous

Logan pulled the girl out of the fountain and felt her neck. There it was, a heartbeat, slow, but steady. He felt her breath on the back of his hand. Good, she was alive.

Back at the blackbird she was securely strapped into a seat and the jet winging back to Westchester he turned and asked,

"What the fucking hell happened, Red?"

Jean, who was clutching her head from the throbbing headache, looked over at him" Please, Logan, not so loud." Jean winced then answered, "She's a telepath, Alpha at least, and she tried to stop the voices in her head from assaulting her by forcing them to be quiet. She nearly turned off every mind in the city."

"And when everything stopped?" Logan asked

"It was either telekinetic or elemental control. It's impossible to tell the difference at that power level. It took everything I had, and even a little bit of the phoenix, to stop it, and now I have a migraine."

Logan looked concerned. "Ya holdin together Red?"

"Yes, I'll be fine. Let's just get home."

The black jet accelerated to mach 4 and streaked towards New York, Shi'ar stealth systems absorbing the sonic boom and hiding the aircraft from all detection.

Their badges said FBI and if you called the FBI about them you'd be told that they WERE FBI and to do as they said as they were specialists.

The part about doing as they said was true

As was the specialist part

They were agents Sam Smith and Linda Fenton of the Federal Bureau of the Extraordinary. They investigated and regulated the activities of Vampires, Werewolves, Zombies, demons, Immortals and the like. They had handles mutants, other superhumans and aliens until the general public found out about those.

"What do you think?"

"Vampire, new one, hungry"

"Couldn't be"

"Why? All the signs point to vampire."

"He was a mutant, He was as strong and as fast as any Vampire."

"Shit!" Agent Smith pulled out his phone and started dialing.

"What is it?"

"Gotta check something.

Yah, Hello, get me Agent Thompson.

Do we have a record of any class one Vampires entering or leaving the country?

Shit! Shit! Shit!

Yah, family of four

One turned, class one, not in the area anymore, notify the hunters"

"What is it?"

"Most Class ones stay in Europe or Asia, You've never had to deal with one. They're nasty. A hundred times nastier than a normal Vamp. Looks like the US of A just got its first Nosferatu."

The dream was vivid

But there were no sights or sounds. Only the knowledge

All vampires dream this dream after the first time they drink blood

The dream is the genetic memory transferred by the virus that carries the vampire gene.

So she knew

She was a vampire, Nosferatu

She would need blood every couple weeks

More often if she expended energy faster

She would only need a couple hours of sleep a day

Food would hold no nourishment but could be consumed for taste

Drinks, juices and the like would help (animal blood and milk were best) but could never replace human blood

And thus she learned about her new life

She began to wake up

Voices, whispering

Movement, the air moved as a body passes through it, vibrations in the floor with each step, breath in, breath out, she feels it all

Every movement

Chemical reactions

Temperature changes

Even the vibrations of air caused by sound

The world around her sings the song of eternal movement

This time, she sings along, and opens her eyes.

A great blue furry face looks down on hers and smiles

She would have been afraid if not for the fact that his glasses and lab coat combined with the blue fir and feline features to make him look a little silly. He looked like an anime character.

"Well, good morning." His voice rumbled

"And this is the dining hall. Are you hungry? We could stop in and get something." Jean asked.

Tien stopped and looked in at the room and saw several students eating a late breakfast between classes. She remembered the dream and what she knew of eating now.

"Just a little thirsty, I could go for a glass of milk."

--Two Weeks Later--

She was walking around downtown with some of her classmates. They had invited her out. She didn't much like the sun, it hurt her eyes. But she had bought a pair of wrap around sunglasses with her bit of allowance and was feeling much better.

To be honest, she had needed to get out of the mansion. She was becoming increasingly hungry and didn't want to loose control and kill any of her new friends. Milk only sated the thirst for a few hours at a time now.

Hanging back, she let her friends pull away and then turned into an ally. There was a homeless person sitting in the shadows of a doorway.

"Wha you whan?" the man asked as she stood in front of him

She stared into his eyes until they changed; a yellowish glow filled them, the same color of her eyes. She felt the man's blood.

Flowing

Churning

"Don't move, done speak." She bent over him and fastened her mouth onto his jugular, piercing it with her lengthening canines

She drank

Blood

Rushing

Life

Fire

Pain

Pleasure

With a sigh she was filled and he emptied.

And with a flash of power he was reduced to ash

Coming out of the ally she saw that her friends had stopped and were looking around. Wiping off her mouth with a blood red handkerchief she had bought she caught up to them.

"Where have you been? We've been looking for you." Jessica asked.

"Nowhere, I just got a little distracted."

"Well, nevermind, look." She pointed at a store. "Jeans are 50 off."

She needed jeans as the pair she had on were her only ones. They entered the store.

--Two months later--

Hank was looking at the results of his genetic scan of the girl. Something was strange

The genes were there for telepathy and some form of elemental control, as well as regeneration and rapid healing. But there were a series of genes he couldn't identify.

"What is troubling you, Hank?" the professor rolled into the med lab

"Professor, I cannot identify these genes. They match nothing on file."

"Let me see." Xavier looked at the sequence and something caught his eye.

He didn't know what it was but there was something.

"I'll leave you to try to figure it out then. Call me if you do."

--The next day--

Xavier was taking his afternoon nap when he woke with a start

It wasn't the genes themselves, but their location.

Picking up his phone he dialed the extension for the Med Lab.

"Yes?" Hank answered

"Those genes you told me yesterday that you couldn't identify." The professor said skipping a greating

"Yes, I still havn't found anything."

"Check them against file VN23 password CXav6."

Hank entered this into the computer. "There is a match. Gene set #3. What does it mean?"

"Set #3? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I've just checked again. It's a perfect match."

"Get everyone together. We have a problem." As Xavier climbed into his chair and headed towards his office he reached out. Finding the girl with Jean he entered her mind and knocked her out.

Jean was talking to Tien after class. She was a quick learner and was already shielding properly against the ever present 'noise' as well as projecting her thoughts and read others. In her other classes she likewise excelled. The day before she had levitated a ball of water and shaped it into a long snakelike dragon. It had roared and had even breathed fire. Tien had admitted that, since she didn't sleep much, she had a lot of time to practice. She had just started talking about her life before. About her family, friends, school, home, etc, when without warning the girl fell asleep.

Jean

Yes Professor?

Take the girl to the med lab and come to my office

Did YOU knock her out?

Yes

Why? She was finally starting to open up.

It was necessary

I hope you'll have a better explanation when we meet

I will

Jean telekinetically lifted the unconscious girl and headed towards the med lab with her

Oh, and Jean?

Yes Professor?

Restrain her

With that, despite her immediate attempt to protest, the mental link was closed.

Everyone was assembled in Xavier's office.

Everyone, that is, except one person. Xavier, Logan, Scott, Ororo and Hank all waited on one person.

"Incoming" Scott whispered

With a resounding smash the doors were blown open with a hammer blow of telekinetic energy as Jean stormed into Xavier's office and headed strait for his desk.

Her rage was palpable.

"How could you, you sanctimonious pompous old windbag!?" Jean practically screamed in his face. "She is a smart kind-hearted eleven year old child, still vulnerable from a vicious assault on her family and herself. Just when she begins to open up so someone you blatantly barrel through her new, still untested barriers and blast her into unconsciousness completely disregarding the damage done to her mind, emotions and ability to trust!"

"Now, explain yourself, and it'd better be good." Jean was flushed and panting from her engaged tirade as she glared down on the man seated behind the desk in front of her.

"As I told you earlier. It is good." Xavier said calmly.

"Simply put, our newest young charge, mutant though she is, cannot be trusted."

"Why!?" Jean hissed

"Because she is also a vampire." Xavier said into the sudden silence.