Disclaimer: yadda yadda yadda...doesn't take a genius to figure out they aren't mine...Damnit, and I wanted Kurt
too...*snaps fingers*

X-Ra: Pure As Ice From That Glacier in Japan

A/N: Sorry guys, but this chapter will most likely be short XP I have two other stories to write for and I only
have about two hours X_x;; Also...To the person who wrote me three reviews: *shakes head, smiling* You...are
on something...XP I love it! Thanks, buddeh!...anywho *cough* on with it...9_9;;

Several hours passed before Rammah awoke. She peered over at her host and jumped in alarm. The
idiot!...His hand was boiling. He shivered in his sleep, sweating miserably
and for being blue, was turning quite pale. Rammah leaped to his side and turned his head, slapping him hard.
Kurt immediately popped to a different location in the room and fell
over in pain. Rammah watched him writhe while screaming in short gasps, his pearly white fangs glistening in a
harsh scowl.

"Damnit, I told you not to touch me!" the woman growled. She looked down at Sir Wagner and sighed...She
gave him a pathetic gaze and kneeled next to him. He retracted his tail from being anywhere near her and she
hesitated before grabbing his poisoned hand. Wincing, Kurt watched with one eye as the woman did her magic.

"Don't...move." Her voice was low and strained. Sinking her teeth slowly into her host's palm, she felt his
body tighten in a silent scream and she quickened the sinking of her fangs. Better to be fast and sharp than slow
and painful. Her tail flicked irritably as Kurt flinched and she growled, sucking lewdly at her own venom. Though harmless to her own system, Rammah's venom was exceedingly toxic. Unless taken in large doses, it wouldn't kill another mutant, but regular humans had no hope against it. The mutant X gene (as Professor Xavier discovered many years later) acted as a sort of white cell against the neuro-degenerative poisons. However, in large, unattended amounts...

"What has happened?!" Kurt wailed hysterically. He writhed, whimpering quietly between clenched teeth as Rammah used her teeth as microscopic straws. She didn't answer him, obviously. She was busy. She had forgotten what it tasted like. A warm wine. Iron. The smell of fresh blood. All of these mixed into a cocktail of lucid juices. She reveled in the flavor, but soon felt a searing pain on her canine-tips and ripped away suddenly, roaring in pain. Kurt watched her, horrified as she fell to the floor, gnarled, and slashed about holding her throat. Rammah's tail thrashed around dangerously and she recoiled, shivering. Her eyes shot open and her hand plummeted to the stone floor leaving huge gouge marks in the tile. Kurt scooted away and watched her for a long while before she calmed enough that he could get close. Awkwardly (he clutched his freely bleeding hand), he crawled to her side and saw the most pathetic look he had ever seen from another human being.

Her face was contorted in pain and her eyes squinted slightly as she started at him wriggling a little as she lay on the floor. Rammah's nostrils flared as she struggled to breathe and the side of her mouth twitched into a scowl.

"Rammah! Are you alright?!" Kurt asked, not worrying about his hand. The pain had vanished except for a slight throb. She had cured him. She had saved him.

"Your blood...is pure..." she hissed, barely able to finish before she wretched up an acid that ate through the floor.

A/N: Ahaa T_T;; Sorry it's so short guys...I'll try to type another tomorrow before I leave again...