Sorry it took me so long to get this up please R&R.
Hungry was the first thing that came to mind as I started to come back to conciseness. Food was the only thing that I could think of. That and what had happened the day before. Or at least I thought it was the day before. I probably would of laid there motionless for days just thinking If it hadn't been for the voices I heard stray into the room.
"Is she awake yet?" I heard the voice of an elderly person say.
"No… I'm not sure. Her heart beat is incredibly fast. Even when she is sleeping it only slows a little." A familiar voice says. Really familiar voice. Where have I heard it before? I was going to get sick to my stomach trying to figure out who it was. Speak of the devil, just then my annoying stomach let out an annoying grumble in protest of the lack of food and gave me away. Great.
All sound left the room leaving in it's place an awkward silence. A couple minutes later I heard a squeak of a wheel and footsteps running in front of me. I felt a warm wrinkled hand settle on my shoulder and heard what sounded like a glass sliding door open and close. A few minutes later I was pushed into an upright position. I tried to open my eyes but failed to do so. I hadn't realized how weak I was until I felt the all to familiar warm red liquid reach my lips. I went into predator mode and shot out my hands. A squishy bag full of liquid was pressed into my hands. I pulled it close to me, pressing it up agents my lips, desperate to get the delouses red liquid out. I couldn't seam to get the blood out fast enough. I felt the strength flow into me. In a matter of seconds the bag was drained.
"More." I gasped out.
My eyes were still closed. I heard the glass sliding doors open and felt two more bags get pressed into my hands. I sucked those down in a matter of 30 seconds. When I dropped those down on the bed I was laying on, I opened my eyes. There was a girl with vibrant red hair sat at the end of my bed. Jean, I quickly recognized her. The man in the wheelchair from last night was to her right.
"Thirsty?" Jean asked making a joke out of it. She had a huge smile spread across her face.
"Yah, you could say that." I gasped at a loss of breath, considering that I probably didn't take a breath the whole time I was feeding.
"Hello. I am Professor Xavier." The man in the wheelchair said. "How are you feeling?"
"Uh, fine now. Where am I?"
"Xavier's School for the Gifted." Jean answered. That's when I remembered what happened the night before.
"Magma." I whispered to myself. I felt my eyes water.
"Magma is… well she's alive. You would of killed her if we hadn't of shown up when we did." The professor whispered.
I felt the tears start to flow down my check, my shoulders shake and soon I was straight out bawling. I was bent over shaking when I felt a hand rub up and down my back trying too comfort me. I rapped my tail around my waist like I always do when I am sad, or nervous. It provides comfort. My white ears, a little lighter then my light blond hair, were drooped. force of habit
"I-I d-d-idn't-t mean t-to. It was a-a-an acid-dn't. I c-c-c-couldn't he-help it-t. I was so hun-gry. I-I-I-" My meaningless apologies we cut of my a hush from Jean. She come over and rapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry." I whispered. Looking up at Jean.
Having her hold me like this brought back old memories. I have been living on my own scene my tenth birthday party. The last time I was comforted my an adult less much my mom was six months before that.
"It's okay. I'm sure Amara will understand."
"Not that." I whispered. "When we were in the wood and you scared my pray away, I yelled. You went in to my mind and I knocked you unconscious."
"Oh yah. You have to teach me how to do that."
"I can't." I felt bad telling her no but she couldn't do it.
"Sure you can. I'm a good student. Quick learner."
"No. I can't. Telepaths can't do it, it would kill them and it can only be used when someone gets in your head."
"Oh. How do you even know how to do that stuff?"
"My brother was a telepath." I whispered close to tears. I started flicking the tip of my tail back and forth.
"Was?" Jean looked confused.
"Hay can I have some more?" She nodded and got up. She came back over to me with a blood pouch in one hand and a straw in the other. "Thanks." I stuck the straw in the pouch and took a sip. "Look, it a juice bo-" What was that? My ears shot up straight up on my head. I just heard laughter. I looked over to the professor but he was gone. Then I heard it again. Right outside the door I heard laughter.
"What?" Jean raised her eye brows in question. I had forgotten that she couldn't hear as well as me.
"Hold on." I got up and walked over to the wooden door with my juice box still in my hand. My hand quickly grabbed the handle and slowly opened the door. "Having fun?" I asked in a innocent voice. I gave the two people in the door way a full blown smile showing off my fangs for emphasis. The guy gulped and ran away quickly fallowed by the girl.
I turned around as I closed the door still smiling and saw that Jean still had her eye brows raised in question.
"What was that about?" She asked.
"Beats me." I said shrugging. I walked back over to the bead and sat down on the side of it. Bringing the almost empty bag up to my lips, I sucked the rest of the blood out. "What next?"
"Well… we could start with dinner?" it was more of a question than an order.
"Already ate." Her face fell. "Well I could use a steak." I said to cheer her up.
