The school was large, and ,it seemed, completely made of hard wood.
She gazed up and down the long hall way. It was silent. She felt a sudden
rush of wind, and moments later three young boys ran past her, totally
ignoring her presence. They seemed more interested in being somewhere they
should have been moments ago. She figured they were late to class, and
class meant teacher. So Drucila followed them.
She walked a ways, gliding at times. One of her many mutations was to be able to move vastly against time, almost like the vampires from the movie "Queen of the Damned", which happened to be one of her favorite movies. Soon she came to a wooden hollow door, which had no windows and hardly a knob. She frowned. The thought of her having to use yet another mutation didn't float over well with her, but she did nonetheless. Her eyes shown brightly silver, and she could see directly through the door.
Her eyes showed her many young teenagers in chairs circled around a desk. At the desk sat a older, bald man who seemed to be talking about a book. She looked closer at the book, which read "The Picture Story of Dorian Gray". He proceeded to tell the students about the book and its hidden meanings. Drucila was interested, and began listening to his lecture. Before she knew it she had been listening for more than thirty minutes. After awhile she noticed that the old man began to glance her way. She moved cautiously. Then shockingly the mans eyes met at hers and it was like he could see through the door as well. Drucila pulled away from the door and dimmed her vision of the room. She let out a small gasp. How could he see me? She thought.
She began to walk off when a voice sounded in her mind. Don't leave, wait outside. When the students leave come in. Don't be afraid, I'm the one that sent for you. She froze, almost stunned that another mutant could speak into others minds. She turned around and thought for a moment. It accrued to her whose voice it was, and she did as he order. She lingered by the door until a loud bell rang, and the door flung open with a wave of students leaving. She collected her thoughts before entering, afraid of what she might see, or hear. Then she entered.
Seated at the same desk as she once saw was the older man, with a welcoming grin across his face. He looked so fatherly, Drucila almost felt like hugging him, but she contained herself. To his right was a beautiful woman, with dark skin, and white hair. On his left was a younger male, with smooth fitted glasses covering every inch of his eyes. He didn't seem like a friendly person, he seemed unsettled. She thought about reading his thoughts, but figured it not wise seeing how the older man seem to have the same gift. "Welcome Drucila, we have been exspecting you. Of course we had hoped you to have come sooner." The man awaited a response from her. She glanced at the darker woman and spoke in her smooth classy southern assent. "Well the Georgia mail system isn't exactly famous for its speed. That and well lets face it, I don't get out much". She shrugged her shoulders at her comment, almost in a depressing matter. The old man smiled "Jake said you might say something to that affect." Drucila raised an eyebrow, almost shocked that someone other than her would call her dear friend by his first name, most called him Mr. O'Shanan. "Jake and I are good friends. I meet him along time ago in Ireland. He told me about you, you see. He told me about your situation". Drucila was almost insulted at the way he talked about her story. She gave him a look of disgust. "Situation? Look sugar its not a "situation" it's a problem, a problem that I can handle. And already did". The younger man stepped forward at her, almost to suggest not to speak so obscenely. She smiled a sexy, yet intimidating smile at him, mostly to flash her sharp glassy fangs. Fangs that only grew into a point when she was angered. The old man raised his hand. "Please don't take my words to offense. We only mean to offer you another chance" the man moved from out of the desk revealing him in his wheel chair " my name is Professor Xavier, these are some of my former students, now teachers, Arora and Scott.". Drucila smirked " Let me guess, the X-men right?". Xavier looked shocked that she knew this already. She motioned at her head, insisting she read one of there thoughts. Arora stepped forward to her and insisted to take her to her room "If you like I can show you to your room, and we can get you ready to attend some classes. You are a senior, so you wont have many." She was a sweet woman, and Drucila appreciated that. She kind of felt more comfortable around woman than men, they didn't annoy her as much. "Well how about it. Are you with us?" Xavier asked with a hopeful look. She glanced at Arora, who looked just as hopeful as the old man, then towards Scott who stood uncaring towards her decision. "Well, what the hell, I guess I can give it a try. But only if Scotty here smiles for me?" She smiled devilishly at him, then winked. His mouth seemed to drop open, and then he gave a look of do I have to at the professor. He nodded. Arora giggled under her breath. Scott looked at Drucila and gave the weakest smile she had ever seen, then left in quite a hurry. Drucila, amused at her ability to piss off men, took her leave with Arora.
The ladies walked up a flight of stairs, and into a corridor. Arora came to a door and opened it leading the way for her companion. Drucila entered, and paused at the beauty of the room. All wood and gold furnishings, dimly lite, and a black sash over the window, as if they knew the light would bother her. "Does this suite you, miss?" Arora squinted as she asked for her name. "Huh, oh uh, its Drucila." Arora looked pleased with her new friends remark. She began to leave, when a voice stopped her. She turned to look back at Drucila, who began to say something more. "Though, back home Jake sometimes would call me The Lady of the Vamps". She smiled at this thought, how she missed Jake. She looked towards Arora then looked away. "I like it, it suites you. They sometimes call me Storm". She smiled and left.
Drucila looked around the room. She glided her gently hand across the silky bed. Pausing for a moment she thought hum, this isn't so bad. I can do this, she got up and pulled the curtain out, showing her the vast acreage of the school So begins the legend of The Lady of the Vamp.
....TBC....
She walked a ways, gliding at times. One of her many mutations was to be able to move vastly against time, almost like the vampires from the movie "Queen of the Damned", which happened to be one of her favorite movies. Soon she came to a wooden hollow door, which had no windows and hardly a knob. She frowned. The thought of her having to use yet another mutation didn't float over well with her, but she did nonetheless. Her eyes shown brightly silver, and she could see directly through the door.
Her eyes showed her many young teenagers in chairs circled around a desk. At the desk sat a older, bald man who seemed to be talking about a book. She looked closer at the book, which read "The Picture Story of Dorian Gray". He proceeded to tell the students about the book and its hidden meanings. Drucila was interested, and began listening to his lecture. Before she knew it she had been listening for more than thirty minutes. After awhile she noticed that the old man began to glance her way. She moved cautiously. Then shockingly the mans eyes met at hers and it was like he could see through the door as well. Drucila pulled away from the door and dimmed her vision of the room. She let out a small gasp. How could he see me? She thought.
She began to walk off when a voice sounded in her mind. Don't leave, wait outside. When the students leave come in. Don't be afraid, I'm the one that sent for you. She froze, almost stunned that another mutant could speak into others minds. She turned around and thought for a moment. It accrued to her whose voice it was, and she did as he order. She lingered by the door until a loud bell rang, and the door flung open with a wave of students leaving. She collected her thoughts before entering, afraid of what she might see, or hear. Then she entered.
Seated at the same desk as she once saw was the older man, with a welcoming grin across his face. He looked so fatherly, Drucila almost felt like hugging him, but she contained herself. To his right was a beautiful woman, with dark skin, and white hair. On his left was a younger male, with smooth fitted glasses covering every inch of his eyes. He didn't seem like a friendly person, he seemed unsettled. She thought about reading his thoughts, but figured it not wise seeing how the older man seem to have the same gift. "Welcome Drucila, we have been exspecting you. Of course we had hoped you to have come sooner." The man awaited a response from her. She glanced at the darker woman and spoke in her smooth classy southern assent. "Well the Georgia mail system isn't exactly famous for its speed. That and well lets face it, I don't get out much". She shrugged her shoulders at her comment, almost in a depressing matter. The old man smiled "Jake said you might say something to that affect." Drucila raised an eyebrow, almost shocked that someone other than her would call her dear friend by his first name, most called him Mr. O'Shanan. "Jake and I are good friends. I meet him along time ago in Ireland. He told me about you, you see. He told me about your situation". Drucila was almost insulted at the way he talked about her story. She gave him a look of disgust. "Situation? Look sugar its not a "situation" it's a problem, a problem that I can handle. And already did". The younger man stepped forward at her, almost to suggest not to speak so obscenely. She smiled a sexy, yet intimidating smile at him, mostly to flash her sharp glassy fangs. Fangs that only grew into a point when she was angered. The old man raised his hand. "Please don't take my words to offense. We only mean to offer you another chance" the man moved from out of the desk revealing him in his wheel chair " my name is Professor Xavier, these are some of my former students, now teachers, Arora and Scott.". Drucila smirked " Let me guess, the X-men right?". Xavier looked shocked that she knew this already. She motioned at her head, insisting she read one of there thoughts. Arora stepped forward to her and insisted to take her to her room "If you like I can show you to your room, and we can get you ready to attend some classes. You are a senior, so you wont have many." She was a sweet woman, and Drucila appreciated that. She kind of felt more comfortable around woman than men, they didn't annoy her as much. "Well how about it. Are you with us?" Xavier asked with a hopeful look. She glanced at Arora, who looked just as hopeful as the old man, then towards Scott who stood uncaring towards her decision. "Well, what the hell, I guess I can give it a try. But only if Scotty here smiles for me?" She smiled devilishly at him, then winked. His mouth seemed to drop open, and then he gave a look of do I have to at the professor. He nodded. Arora giggled under her breath. Scott looked at Drucila and gave the weakest smile she had ever seen, then left in quite a hurry. Drucila, amused at her ability to piss off men, took her leave with Arora.
The ladies walked up a flight of stairs, and into a corridor. Arora came to a door and opened it leading the way for her companion. Drucila entered, and paused at the beauty of the room. All wood and gold furnishings, dimly lite, and a black sash over the window, as if they knew the light would bother her. "Does this suite you, miss?" Arora squinted as she asked for her name. "Huh, oh uh, its Drucila." Arora looked pleased with her new friends remark. She began to leave, when a voice stopped her. She turned to look back at Drucila, who began to say something more. "Though, back home Jake sometimes would call me The Lady of the Vamps". She smiled at this thought, how she missed Jake. She looked towards Arora then looked away. "I like it, it suites you. They sometimes call me Storm". She smiled and left.
Drucila looked around the room. She glided her gently hand across the silky bed. Pausing for a moment she thought hum, this isn't so bad. I can do this, she got up and pulled the curtain out, showing her the vast acreage of the school So begins the legend of The Lady of the Vamp.
....TBC....