Rahne paced the floor, nervously, at what she had just seen. She had witnessed the whole thing; from the time Elizabeth had jumped down from the balcony, until they had all come back to the mansion. She stopped in her tracks, as she saw the door open. Elizabeth looked in, and smiled warmly, as she stepped into the room. "I'm sorry…", Rahne's voice trailed away.
Elizabeth frowned, as she stepped into the room, "For what, luv?"
Rahne gasped, "Well, for what happened down there. I know that it had to do with me."
Elizabeth walked to the young girl, and grabbed onto her arm lightly, gesturing for her to sit onto the bed. Rahne sat on the edge of the bed, and Elizabeth knelt in front of her, looking up at her, "Rahne, I'm pretty sure that had nothing to do with you," Elizabeth began. She placed her hand on Rahne's knee gently, as Rahne attempted to protest, "But I'm pretty sure that if it did, we'll find out why."
The young girl sighed heavily, "Is Remy gonna be okay?"
Elizabeth nodded, "He'll be fine. He just had a bit of a quarrel with the intruder." She pulled her hand away, and folded her hands in her lap, "Rahne, I'm going to need you to do something for me."
Rahne nervously looked up at her friend. Elizabeth was hesitant to ask her the request of Charles so early; she didn't know if Rahne was ready to reminisce about such a traumatizing event. Elizabeth gulped, "Anythin'." Rahne answered finally.
Elizabeth tilted her head; "The Professor would like to delve into your memories about that night at your home. He wants to see if he can get the identities of those men who attacked you and your family. Just so we can put a stop to this once and for all."
Rahne sat back away from Elizabeth slightly, "But, I don't think I can think about that just yet," She nervously told the older mutant.
Elizabeth sighed heavily, and then smirked slightly at her, "I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow, first thing, you, Rogue and I will head to Fifth Avenue, and you can have anything you want." Elizabeth smiled.
Rahne's eyes moved up to look at Elizabeth, as she raised an eyebrow slightly, "Anythin'?"
Elizabeth nodded, "Anything." She repeated, "Please, luv, I've got so much bloody money, I don't know what to do with myself sometimes." She smiled.
Rahne nodded, "Alright. Deal."
*~*~*~*
Kraven smiled, as he read the email off of his black laptop screen. His hands rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I think we've found her." He commented.
Erika, another of Kraven's women servants, stood at his side, looking onto the laptop screen, "How do you know?"
Kraven tapped onto the screen as he stood up, "I received an email from one of those in Amelia's clan in America. After I told him of the mortals with special powers, he pointed out this place in Bayville. He apparently ran into one of those special powered mortals." Kraven smiled, as he turned and walked out of the room.
Erika sat in the seat he had left, and stared at the screen. She turned, looking around to make sure she was alone, and scrolled the email down some, and saw numerous pictures of a mansion, and the property it sat on. She curiously squinted, leaning forward more, to read the name off of the plaque in the picture, "Xaiver's Institute for Gifted Youngsters," She read aloud.
*~*~*~*
Rahne sat in the chair inside of Cerebro's large room, in front of Charles. His hands were on her temples, his eyes closed, as he concentrated on probing her memories. Cerebro's helmet was atop Charles' baldhead, transferring any images of her attackers into its database. She nervously gulped, with tears welling in her eyes, as she was forced to remember her traumatizing night.
After a few more moments, Charles opened his eyes, and pulled away. "Thank you, Rahne." He smiled warmly. He then turned back to Cerebro, and began to type into its database, "Let's see if Cerebro can hopefully identify those men."
Rahne turned her head, looking up at the large screen in front of her.
*~*~*~*
"Unbelievable." Hank mumbled, as he leaned forward towards the screen in front of him.
Kitty turned, to see what he had been looking at. "What?"
"I've decided to check into the unsolved files of the CIA." Hank and Kitty turned to each other, smirking at his skills with the computer, and at whose database he had hacked into. Hank then turned back to look at the screen, "Apparently, there has been reports of murders near the Manhattan area." Hank told her.
"So? What makes these murder files different from the ones we saw in the Police database?" Kitty asked.
Hank's eyes scanned through the words in front of him, "Puncture wounds on all major arteries of these victims. Apparently, they've been bled dry. But, DNA from the tears indicate that not only the victim's DNA is found, but another. As if they've been bitten into." Hank told the young girl next to him.
"What?!" Kitty gasped, as she scooted her chair forward.
"There were also signs of bruising around the wounds, as if they've been literally sucked dry with suction." Hank added.
Kitty looked at him, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, "So in other words, a hickey gone bad?"
Hank shook his head with a smile at the young girl's analysis, "Vampires it seems. That's what the CIA rules it under."
Kitty scoffed, sitting back against her chair, "Vampires? Please!"
Hank held up his finger, "There's more."
Kitty rolled her eyes, "They're dead. There can't be more."
Hank shook his head, "Some of these cases have gone under the unsolved files of the FBI. Apparently, after autopsies are performed on some of these victims, those bodies have disappeared from the morgue a good three days later." Hank then looked at Kitty for another comment.
Kitty's face washed over with a look of disbelief, as she stood up, to look at the screen in front of Hank. Her eyes began scanning through the words. She then stood upright, and looked at Hank, "I think Rogue was right." Hank finished.
Kitty crossed her arms over her chest, "So, what about that guy that bit Remy and was on the Institute grounds?"
Hank rubbed his chin, and shot out of his seat, "I'm going to check on Remy." He then turned as he walked out of the room, looking at Kitty, "Tell the Professor about this."
Kitty nodded, and began printing out the information that Hank had found.
*~*~*~*
Charles and Rahne both stared up at the screen, as it blinked, No X Gene Found. "Well, the only thing left," Charles began typing into the keyboard in front of him, "Is to check other methods of identification."
They turned, as they heard the doors open. "Professor, Hank's found something." Kitty announced, as she walked towards them.
Charles and Rahne turned their attention towards Kitty, as she handed him pieces of paper fresh from the printer. Kitty crossed her arms across her chest, "Hank had delved into the CIA database. Apparently, there have been reports of vampirism around the Manhattan area. With some of the bodies that had been affected disappearing from the morgue."
Before anything else could be said, they turned their attention towards Cerebro, as it let off a beeping noise, indicating it had found a record. The first man it identified, was the man inside of the pub, in Scotland. "Kraven Welshire; Date of birth, November twelfth," Charles read aloud, "Eighteen forty seven?!" Charles gasped.
"Wow, he's a little old, isn't he?" Kitty smirked.
Charles then glanced at the papers he had received from Kitty, "I believe we're up against something far than what we can imagine." Charles gulped nervously.
Rahne shivered at his analysis. "What about those men I saw turning into what I am, Professor?" She asked.
Kitty and Charles looked up at her, "What men?"