So, here's your chapter five. This chapter's cool! Jaguar and Wolverine pitted against each other! Yeah! Have fun!

Chapter 5

Cobra's predatory instincts took over. She pulled the man's head backwards to bare his throat. She gently pierced the throat. The man fell limp after a few seconds, obviously dead from loss of blood. Cobra dropped the body, licking her lips, red with blood. She blinked.

"Jaguar!" she exclaimed, "Logan killed me. You made me a vampire?"

Jaguar nodded.

"We better get back to them," Cobra whispered softly as they teleported back to the mansion.

They appeared in the Professor's room. The room had all the X-men in it with Logan who had just awoken. Logan glared at the two vampires. Scott shuddered as Nightcrawler sucked in a sharp breath. Storm trembled continuously.

Charles looked at his feet and sigh, "Explain."

"Ask him," Cobra replied coolly as she took out the contact lens and tore off the watches, nodding at Logan.

"Logan?" Xavier asked gently.

Logan glared angrily at Cobra.

"I'll explain," Jaguar said quickly.

Jaguar reached into his mind and took out the memory and placed it in everyone's mind. He played it for them.

"'Cobra, you're not a vampire. You're a mutant,' he frowned as he stepped towards them.

Cobra looked at Jaguar as they exchanged thoughts. Jaguar smiled as Cobra laughed and turned to Logan.

'I can be,' Cobra smiled, 'Now, I'm going to the mansion Jaguar bought for me. It's between Midnight and here. Jaguar says that when I become a vampire, my powers will grow stronger.'

'But, Cobra, I… I…' Logan stuttered.

'You love me? You're a fool, Logan. You don't know me and I don't know you. Jaguar knows me and I know him. Logan, you rush to quickly. You throw yourself into things you don't know. Like what you did with Jean Grey, Scott Summer's fiancé,' Cobra smirked.

Logan burst at her words. He unsheathed his claws and swung them at her. Cobra ducked and spat poison in his eyes. He was temporarily blinded. He sniffed the air, smelling for her. Cobra pierced his skin on his hand, using the sleeping poison. Logan's mutation healed his eyes and he stabbed her in the chest as he fell asleep. Bobby screamed as Cobra gasped her last breath and fell. Jaguar bent down slit his own throat. He let some of his blood flow into Cobra's mouth. As he did this, Scott, Storm, and Nightcrawler came in." And the memory ended.

"What would you do in my place? I have students screaming, clearly traumatized, and -" Xavier started saying.

Cobra abruptly left the room. They watched her quizzically.

Jaguar sighed and changed the subject, "What did you do to Jeshickah? Her sister and Siete are asking me. They found her dead. They may attack me and take over Midnight."

Storm walked out of the room quietly. Nightcrawler teleported away. Logan wormed his way out of the chair, obviously angry to hear Jaguar demand things from them. Xavier looked at Jaguar, and then at Scott, nodding.

"Uh, well, we talked to Turquoise and Nathaniel. They found us a Triste. We hired the Triste to go into Midnight and become a slave under Jeshickah. He died and when Jeshickah fed on him, she died. You know how Tristes' blood is poison to vampires. So when she died, we, ah, drained her of her blood and the poison," Scott explained clearing his throat at every period.

Jaguar nodded, "Now, can I have a room just for tonight? I think I should stay so that I can control Cobra if she gets out of control."

"The rooms next to Cobra's room are empty. You can have either of them. They're on the third floor, next to room 59," Xavier replied as he watched Jaguar leave the room.

Nightcrawler hurried after Cobra. He teleported from hallway to hallway until he found her. Cobra smiled at him.

"Hello, Kurt," Cobra greeted.

"Hello, Cobra, I need to talk to you," Nightcrawler replied quietly as he led her into a small TV room.

He teleported to the kitchen and made some tea before teleporting back. When he went back to the room, he found Cobra sitting on the sofa silently. She smiled at him as he handed her some tea and sat down next to her.

"I, ah, want to talk about Logan," Nightcrawler said after a few minutes of silence.

Cobra made no reply, but kept on sipping her tea. Nightcrawler bit his lip.

"Logan was made to be a assassin. A killer. He barely remembers his past and he needs someone to… to… to love him," Nightcrawler explained hesitantly.

Cobra still said nothing.

"Logan first went for Jean Gray, but she was engaged and she died. He was very… very confused, if I may say. He needs someone to understand him, if you know what I mean," Nightcrawler whispered.

Nightcrawler glanced at Cobra. Cobra put down her cup calmly.

"Are you suggesting that I lie to him and say that I love him? Are you suggesting that I hold his hand and try to help him? Are you suggesting that I should desert what Jaguar has given me? Are you suggesting that I should live with Logan for the rest of my dead life?" Cobra demanded coldly.

Nightcrawler sighed and put down his cup and replied, "No, I'm not suggesting that. I just want you to understand."

Cobra nodded quietly, "I understand perfectly that Logan has no idea what a romance is. I understand the Logan pathetically attempts to steal other people's girls. I understand that he has a horrible choice of girls he wants. I understand all of it."

Nightcrawler nodded as a boy walked into the room.

"Oh, are you watching TV?" the boy asked, blinking.

Cobra shook her head and relied with a small smile, "No. We were just having a chat and we just finished."

Cobra watched Nightcrawler for a few seconds.

"Well, I must be going. It was a pleasure to talk to you, Nightcrawler. Thank you for your thoughts and your explanation. I already had thought of that, but I'm glad to hear it from you. I hope we have the pleasure of chatting again," Cobra smiled.

Nightcrawler nodded and stood with Cobra. Cobra handed him her teacup with a nod and walked away. Nightcrawler sighed, biting his lip as he teleported to the kitchen

Jaguar fumed in his room while Logan paced in his room. Scott laid on his bed; he had not bothered to change. Storm was checking on the students while Nightcrawler was teleporting from level to level helping her check. Xavier was in Cerebro. Jaguar sighed and left his room and walked outside. Logan also took a walk without knowing that Jaguar was out there, too. Suddenly from the stables, the sound of a violin came. The person was playing Beethoven's Minuet in G Major. Jaguar stood in the main doorway of the stables, listening to the beautiful music. It was apparent that the person was a professional. Jaguar reached out with his mind to find that Cobra was playing the violin. He withdrew from her mind as Logan appeared. Logan ignored Jaguar; it was obvious that Logan was entranced by the music. Logan stepped into the stables. Jaguar leapt on him, cracking his whip softly.

"Don't you dare get near her. You're the reason she's depressed," Jaguar hissed, cracking his whip in front of Logan's face as he dragged Wolverine outside.

Wolverine struggled out of Jaguar's grip. He unsheathed his claws and swiped at Jaguar's face. The claws cut deep into Jaguar's face, but after a few seconds, it was healed without a mark. Wolverine gasped as he drew back faintly. Jaguar looked at Wolverine coolly.

"You're a fool to fight a vampire. We vampires have supernatural power. We can lift about three tons. You are weaklings compared to us, even though you are mutants. Leave her alone," Jaguar whispered coldly as Wolverine growled.

Once Jaguar stopped speaking, Wolverine launched himself at Jaguar. They fought each other ferociously as Cobra continued playing. Suddenly, Jaguar threw Wolverine into the stables' walls. Wolverine flew through three stalls. The horse reared in fright. They screamed and battered at Wolverine with their hooves. Cobra stopped playing and set down her violin. Cobra sighed irritably. (Note from the Author: a strawberry roan is a horse coat color. It is the mix white hairs and sorrel hairs. Also, horses who are considered white are called gray by horse people even though to city people they are white. So, I'm going to call my sixteen-year-old Andalusion mare, gray.) Cobra stepped into Sheena's stall. Sheena, the sixteen-year-old Andalusion mare, backed up as Cobra entered. Wolverine sat up and groaned. Sheena sniffed him as Cobra laughed loudly. Jaguar appeared next to her. Wolverine stood suddenly and punched Cobra, mistaking her for Jaguar. Cobra grasped his arm and twisted it. Wolverine cried out in pain. Cobra threw him on the floor as the X-men came in.

"What's going on?" Scott asked as Storm gasped and fainted.

Jaguar showed them a memory.