I sat at the table in the Library at Study Hall. It had been a week since Dameon came. He had already told about his powers to the Staff, but I didnt know about it. He was already in all our classes and was basically an official member. When kids asked what his power was, he just said he didnt want to ruin the surprise. But Grandpa said I could find out this coming Saturday, when I would be his personal trainer in the Danger Room.

I looked at the poem I was trying to create for English Class. I could be creative once in a blue moon, and other times I just stunk. I was glad it wasnt due for another week. But I needed some ideas.

I saw Dameon sitting in a corner doing his homework. I looked down at my crummy poem and sighed. Crumbling up the paper, I slowly walked over to the corner and sat across from him. He was reading a history book. He briefly looked at me with his dark eyes and went back to reading the book.

"So...how do you like it here?" I asked.

He said nothing.

"Uh...Hello?"

He looked back at me and sighed. "Sorry, I just had to finish that paragraph. I love history."

"English is my thing," I responded, even though I SUCKED at poems MOST of the time...

"I see. Well, to answer your question...I love it here. It really feels like home," He smiled at me, and I noticed he wasnt the sort of person to show his teeth when he smiled.

"Yeah, me too. My parents kicked me out when they found out I was a mutant," I said. I didnt ask him what happened to him cause Grandpa told me specifically not to do that.

"Well...I dont really have parents. I was more of...in an orphanage," He said. "I wasnt really born a mutant...I was kind of expiramented on. And...well...To make a long story short, the expirament worked, but I had to run away because of it..."

"What?" I was SO lost.

"I've said too much...you'll probably find out soon enough. Professor X will probably tell you since you're the only one he trusts. And if he tells you, thats okay with me, but...I gotta go..." He picked up his books, looked apologietically at me, and briskly walked away.

I felt confussion and anger get together and do a lovely tap tance inside the pit of my stomach. Something wasnt right here. I marched up to Grandpa's office and polietly knocked on his big, wooden door.

Inviting me in, I went up to his desk, sat in his chair, looked him right in the eye, and sighed.

"Mist, why do you want to know so much about one, simple student?" Grandpa asked me with his kind eyes.

"First of all, becuase he said I could know because I'm, like...the best person around," I said with sarcasim. "Second of all, becuase I want to get this straitened out because I will develope Obsessive Compulsive Disorder if I dont know, and thirdly, he is NOT simple. There is something VERY weird going on, and there has been since you found out about him."

"Alright," He sighed. "No one knows where he came from. He just wandered on a doorstep of an old scientist's office when he was about three. The scientist, Boris Volkauf had enemies. His plan was to try and cure people of mutant powers that they didnt want, while his enemies wanted to make more mutants to have people fear them all. His enemies blew up his office when Dameon was about fifteen.

The enemy scientists found Dameon, for he survived the bomb they put in the lab. They thought he was the son of Volkauf, so they decided to expirament on him, just to upset the spirit of the poor scientist. You can sort of say that Dameon had a story similar to Logan's, only not as tragic.

Something went wrong in the expirament. They tried to make him invincable, so that nothing could kill him. They had a 'spellbook' and lab supplies that caused him to become...a myth."

"A myth?" I inturupted him. "Sir, a myth is something that doesnt exist."

"Percisly," Continued the wise telepath. "He became something that we still think doesnt exist."

"What are you talking about, Grandpa?" I was fearful, because the smart man in front of me sounded like a babbling idiot.

"Kathy...Dameon is a vampire..." Xavier said with a sad look in his eye.

All this time I had been sitting very close to the desk, at the tip of the seat, starring at Grandpa for answers. Now, I roughly sat back, held onto the arm rests, with my eyes wide open.

"Please dont be afraid, Katherine," Grandpa pleaded. "Just listen to the full story.

Dameon was angered andscarredthat they had done this to him, so he destroyed them and their lab, and ran away. He searched for answers for about a year until he found about us, and his only mission was to get to us. And so here he is. He is not dangerous, only when he needs to have self-protection. He is pale because the sun rejects him, although he can go out into daylight. He has sharp canine teeth and although he doesnt need blood to survive, it's his favorite food. He can stick to walls, jump very high, and even glide short distances, though he hasnt concered flying yet. Turning into a bat is bologna, a cross and wooden stake cant kill him, and he apprechiates garlic just fine. What he wants to develope most is mind control, but we're saving that when we know he'll only use it for good."

I blinked a couple times, trying to get it all into my brain. "And...he told you all this?"

"No, Jean and I read his mind. So we know he's not a traitor and what-not," Grandpa smiled. "Now, with your new information, I think you need some relaxation time. Why dont you go and make dinner for the children?"

I nodded and stood up with my knees shaking. He wasnt dangerous. Right...

It all seemed so...unreal. How could scientists just turn him into a vampire with some crappy voodoo? I needed more information...just not at that particular point in time, for I felt like my head was going to explode.

Make children dinner...Children make dinner...Dinner make Children...Right...