The institute
"But we just left Calafornia." I asked him pointing back to the jet and Kurt reasured me that the Proffeccer would explain everything.
Inside the mansion was just as grand as the outside, whith huge wooden pannels on the walls and black marble floors. It as slightly weird to me becasue every where i looked there was a kid. This gave the mansion a sort of homely look becasue as well as there being children around i noticed on the walls alot of photos of the students.
Nobody at all seemed to be bothered with Nightcrawler, as if he was just another student there which i susspected he was. People did seem currious though to find out who was the girl with the lip ring and the skate board.
We came to a big wooden door and Kurt knocked waiting for a voice to answer. The voice came but Kurt didnt open the door, he just teleported in and i felt a little stupid stood outside so slowly i opened it.
The huge door creaked and i entered an office like room with all the trimmings, icluding a huge book case that Kurt was pearched on. At the far end of the room was a rather bald man sat in a metalic wheelchair surrounded by five teenagers.
"Pheonix, wellcome." The man geated me with a smile and the five teenagers tuned to me in their seats and i felt the stares. He dissmissed them and as the walked out of the room i kept my head down. It was better to blend in sometimes than stand out, but not always. One girl fidled with her bag for a moment and then left her seat. I watched her walk past me and smile and she walked straight through the door. And i mean straight through solid wood. After all the demons you would think that seeing a girl walk through wood would be nothing.
"Yes that was Kitty, a lovely girl who comes in very handy when you have locked your self out of your office." The bald man smilled and offered me a seat which i took while i looked around the room. The office was pertty big and fancy and as i survayed it i saw Kurt smilling. I turned back to the man who spoke.
"Pheonix your probbaly wondering who iam." The man asked, and to my surprise with an English accent. I nodded and stared at his warm blue eyes which had probbaly seen alot in their days.
"Well, my name is Proffecer Charles Xavia and i am somthing of a head here at the Xavia institue." He told me and i carried on listening.
"We have been tracking you down for some time now, no doubt that Kurt has told you." The man asked and i nodded.
"Tracking me? What do you mean" I asked staring at Xavia wanting to know more.
"Through a super computer named Cerebro i a able to track down other mutants like my self and Kurt." The proffecer said and i pulled a face. I knew i wasnt mutant becasue i think i would have known.
"Wha do you mean by mutants." I asked.
"People with special gifts or powers as some here call them." I looked around at Kurt with his tail hovering high above his head. I knew what the Nightcrawler could so but what on earth could an old man do.
"Ok i know what Kurt can do but no offece you dont loo like the guy who can float through walls." I said a little bit more sarcasticly than i ment. Xavia didnt look at me and i hoped i had not insulted him but when he looked up i noticed that his lips were not moving but i could still here his voice.
"Pheonix as you have probbaly guessed i am a telepath with the ability to read minds. I am also quite aware of your powers." I thoght to my self about the flying and the bat and when i looked closer at Xavia he nodded.
This man was reading my mind which made me a little uneasy to say the least. I listened to every thing he had said but shook my head.
"Xavia i can't be a mutant. I mean im a hundred and eighteen years old and was raised by vampires." I told Xavia while looking at my feat and Kurt said somthing in german which saounded like 'good God.'
"Pheonix i am very aware how old you are and was sure at first that Cerebro had malfuctioned. But the eveidence is true and Cerebro can only pick up Mutants and human not demons and you came up as a mutant." I heard all theat Xavia had heard and started to think about it. Whatif i was really a muant and not a demon. What if that was the reason i was born, not for demon purposes but for mutant.
"I would like to offer you a place here at the institute but i will undersand if you decline our offer." Decline it, i thought to my self and was quite sure the proffecer had heard. I had no where else to go and this man seemed as if he really wanted to help me.
I gave a small smile to the proffecer and shrugged my shoulders.
"Why not, ive got nothing better to do."