As some may have noticed, that the last two chapters were more an exploration of Seleena and the vampiric state than anything else: unfortunately for those of you who love a good plot… that is what this story is. An exploration and explanation.

Aside from that I would like to apologize for the terribly long wait. I have been and still am, very ill. I haven't had any energy for anything but school and that includes even picking up a pen to scratch out ideas. So enough of that. Here comes another explanation as only Seleena can tell it.

Seleena had been allotted a room, a small one. No bed, no furniture, fortunately, no windows. It was on a lower level. A storage basement that had never been used. It was not something to be hers, not to be personalized or decorated as her room in the tower. This was just a place to put her stuff—that's all. She wasn't part of the team. She didn't belong. Just a place to put her stuff.

Without a room to call her own, she had no privacy to guard. She wouldn't have been offended if Kitty pride had phased through the wall with a camera in her hand. She had no dignity. She didn't deserve it.

Kitty did phase through the door. She didn't have a camera.

"Something I can help you with Kitty?" Seleena didn't open her eyes not stand up.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked taken aback., hence diverted from her main purpose.

"And they said you were a genius." Seleena smirked and slowly stood from her spot on the floor.

"Hey!" Kitty threw her hands on her hips.

"Well, she gets and insult." Maybe she shouldn't play so rough 'til these people knew and trusted her. If that was ever going to happen. "Think Kitkat, some one enters the room, sounds like Kitty, smells like Kitty, throw into that the fact that the door didn't open, you got yourself a Kitty."

"You sound like Logan." The young girl huffed indigently.

"Thank you, Logan's a good man." Seleena replied. "You didn't come here to talk sensory perception. What's on your mind?"

"Peter, he said that you weren't like him said you were mostly, like, a normal person." She flashed distrust and—lust? It took Seleena the briefest moment to figure out that was for Poitr.

"You came to see if I had hypnotized him or something." It wasn't a question and Kitty knew it.

"Are you in my head!" the mutant responded defensively.

"No, just in the same room."

"What ever that means." Kitty glanced around for a place to sit so she could look even the slightest bit imposing.

"Pull up a box." Seleena motioned to a not so sturdy looking suitcase. They both decided to remain standing. "to answer your question. No, Dracula's one of a kind, There's NO ONE like him. And I would get a crucifix tattoo before I'd hurt Beauty."

"Ororo?" she started more to herself than anything else.

"That's what I said. Need your ears checked?"

"But how—how did you know?" she was shocked and…scared? Scared for Beauty.

"He's all over her, his mark, his scent." Any fool could pick it up.

"But—he said—what I mean is, he promised that she wasn't his—not anymore. He PROMISED." She was terrified. The fear stank up the room and it was making Seleena sick—and a part of her hungry. There was no need for that. She could control herself. She prayed.

"She's not his—not in any way that matters to you anyway. She just has a…like a residue."

The horror lessened. "Storm means the world to me. If any part of him is still there…" she trailed off.

"He's not, it's like…like a sign that he put up. But the paint's peeling. If any one else were to…you know." And Seleena knew that she couldn't bring her self to say it. "Well, they would find them selves in a world or hurt."

"He might come back."

"No."

"But he might, and I need to know, how do I kill him?" Seleena heard the rest. 'And how do I kill you?'

"You're not a killer Kitkat. Leave that to Logan."

"Do I want to know how you know so much?" she was asking but she already knew that she did.

"I read people." Seleena scolded herself that was a bad was to say it.

"Like the professor."

"No, I see auras if I want to. I can block them out. But they can say almost anything you'll ever want to know about people. Your love/lust for young Mr. Rasputin. The affection you have for Beauty, respect for Logan." Kitty swallowed hard. She knew what was coming next. "Your terror of vampires."

"You know all that from looking at me?"

"Not you," Seleena made an indefinite gesture. "Your sprit. You're very brave."

"So you're not… upset?"

"For curiosity, protection or bravery? Or are you asking because you know now that I know about your fear? None of those are bad things."

"Don't you want people to not be afraid?" Kitty asked a little stupidly.

"Don't you?"

"I'm not sure that I follow, people aren't scared of me." She responded either out of ignorance or superiority. They often read as the same thing.

"When was the last time you stood up on a table and yelled 'I AM A MUTANT!' at the top of your lungs?"

"No one's that stupid."

"Would you give it up?"

"Being a mutant? No."

"Neither would I." Seleena lifted off the ground and spun in a mock skating pose. "There's too much here… I just need…help."

"I think I see." She didn't really. She turned toward the door.

"Silver." Seleena whispered.

"What?"

"If you ever need it—use silver. But promise me something Kitkat. Never kill anyone."

Kitty nodded and phased through the wall a bit scared but now she knew Peter was right. Seleena was left exhausted. She curled into a ball on the floor and slept for several hours.