Seleena deliberately walked up to the large oak doors and they opened before her. The team of mutants, Storm, Wolverine, Colossus, Nightcrawler, Cyclops, and Sprite, took an instinctual step back. Weather it was because of her strange garb or because she walked like she was covered in the blood of the innocent none of them could pin point. It only took Wolverine a second to place what exactly was off about her and an hour too late to figure out the why. She had no pulse, no sent of her own, and she reeked of pig's blood.

She turned and sought out who seemed to be less afraid. Everyone's heart was beating so fast. Fear or excitement? The auras indicated fear… but the short one was doing a good job of hiding it. She held out her hand to him. "Seleena," she started.

"Wolverine." The gruff man responded. She had never heard a man make such a long word sound like a grunt.

"I'm looking for Professor Xavier." She explained. "I have an appointment."

"I'll show you the way." The black woman stepped forward. There was something different, and brutal, about the stranger. "I'm called Ororo."

"Beauty." She paused. "It's a nice name."

Ororo looked more than a bit shocked. No one but her people in Kenya knew the meaning of her name. Was it possible that this woman spoke her language? No, she must be just a telepath. "Follow me."

She was led up the main stairs and she noted the Beauty stayed several paces ahead.

"This is where I leave you." With some relief she opened the door and Seleena stepped unknowingly in to the office of the greatest telepath in the world.

"I must say that I was a little surprised to hear from you." A bald man behind the desk spoke. Seleena immediately noted two things. First the office left her no choice but to sit facing the west window and the setting sun. That made her distinctly uncomfortable. The second and less important was that this man, unlike the old newspaper clipping, was in a wheelchair. He was crippled. That didn't bother her much, people change in 60 years. (AN: thought this is the continuity of X-men around 1983 I have bumped every thing up to present.)

"I came here because I was told you were the best volunteer physiatrist in Cairo." Seleena explained her self. Again.

"That's ancient history, well before your time. How did you hear of it." there was genuine puzzlement in his voice and she felt a night undetectable, but strong, mind try and weaken her physic walls.

Could it be this man? No. "you might be surprised what my time is." But the best shrink might be a telepath.

"So, though I admit I am a bit out of practice, you said on the phone that this was a matter of some importance." Professor Xavier was a bit unnerved by the walls around her mind. She had been trained some where…she was no telepath and those walls were strong.

"I need your help… controlling my demon." The last phrase was cryptic and quite disconcerting.

"Well young lady…we all have our demons. Perhaps this is something you should work out yourself. Though I'm flattered that you thought it necessary to pull me out of retirement." That was no HINT of spite in his voice.

"No professor." She had hoped it wouldn't come to this. "I don't think you realize." Her hand went up to her neck and the seem of her headpiece. "This is a literal demon." She took the hood off and a mane of black hair fell to her waist. She was really very striking…especially the fact that her face began to burn in contact with the sunlight streaming in to the room.

"GOOD LORD." The professor wheeled back form his desk and Seleena heard an alarm the frequency of dog whistles go off. He had hit a hidden button.

Within seconds Wolverine was in the room. He must have been right outsde. He had claws. Outstretched from his wrists. So these were the X-men. Seleena pieced it all together. Wolverine did too… no pulse and the Chuck couldn't get through to her brain.. This "girl" was a Vampire.

"PLEASE!" her scream was unexpected. "I don't want to fight… I came here for help."

"We don't help your kind." Wolverine advanced. "Not since yours tried to take one of ours." (Dracula wanted Storm to be his queen…if any one really wants to know I'll find the issue number.)

"I don't have a 'ours' I just have me. Any thing a vampire did to you… I had no part in it!" she begged not wanting to injure the man in front of her. And part of her reviling in the fact that she could. "Professor you can't get through the walls because I was protecting you. Look at me. I don't want a fight!"

"Logan! Stop! I sense that she is being truthful. I believe she is a different type of vampire than what we have faced." Immediacy and reluctantly the man stopped advancing. And sheathed his claws.

"I shield you from my mind because I have never met a human that could handle what inside me…I need your help to keep it in." then almost inaudibly. "I can't kill again."