I woke up sweat covered, scared, screaming, and with a jolt I was sitting up in my bed, claws bared over my chest. I was all animal.

Cyclops, the Professor, Jean, Storm, Logan, and Victor stood pushed up against my wall with concerned looks. And looking at them, the animal retreated to a tame animal concealed inside me, my claws retracting. I ran a hand through my hair, and squeezed my eyes shut. Logan and the others once told me that when the animal in me has taken over myself, my chocolate brown eyes, turn ice blue with a black ring around them, like the werewolf's eyes in Underworld. And that when the animal was scared and out of my control entirely, my whole eye turns black. I haven't seen it, and I'm not sure I want to.

"Take a cold shower, and you can come sleep in my room with me, like when we were younger." Logan instructed me, walking over, sitting on the corner of my bed, and hugging me tightly. I nodded my head, got up and did as he had instructed. In truth I hadn't wanted to leave the safety of his hold, but that shower was well needed.

Chapter 3

I woke up the Saturday morning tired. Since Monday's nightmare I'd been sleeping with Logan in his room, and everyday Edward and I talked more and more as my nightmare became a distant memory. But one word stuck to my mind: Vampire. Wolverine held me close to himself, a tight hold around my waist. I struggled against his hold, trying to wiggle free. It didn't happen. And the more I struggled, the tighter his hold became. I was stuck!

Finally his hold loosened up and I released myself. But just as soon as I had gotten to the edge of the bed, 3 sharp metal claws ripped throw my lower back on the right side, ejecting from the front of my right side. The claws continued upward, shearing through my ribs and my right lung, barley avoiding my heart.

I screamed in pain, gasping for breath, and hoping Logan would wake up. Hoping someone would come to help. But, oh no, Logan's room doesn't let sound escape.

Meanwhile, I could hear the doorbell ring downstairs and the Professor answer it like he was talking to an old friend. Maybe it was.

Suddenly the claws disappeared from my chest. Maybe Logan had woken up… Nope.

His claws injected themselves throw my skull, and were gone in the same moment, as Logan finally woke up. As his bedroom door slammed open. As I collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Please, God, don't let my be dead!

Logan POV

I woke up to see 3 deep gashes riding up my little sisters back, blood darning from them with uncontrolled speed. Man I was going to kill the bustard that did this to her! Then I saw my claws injected in throw her head. Oh!

I pulled my claws out and she collapsed to the floor as my bedroom door slammed open, Victor standing in the doorway. Crap! He was ganna kill me for this!

"What the HELL did you do?!" He yelled at me. And with that he throw himself at me. We flew through the nearby window, crash-landing in Jean's rosebushes. Opps.

Charles X's POV

Please, God, don't let my be dead! I heard Bella's mind scream. Oh, no. I heard the crash as some one crashed out of a window on the third floor. Oh. No!

And there in the doorway stood my old friend, Carlisle, looking as good as ever. Oh he knew about my secrete, though he thought I was the only one. And, in turn, I knew his, though I knew he wasn't the only one. He shouldn't be hear for this!

"Carlisle, good friend, it's been so long! Why don't we go out and discuses this over some breakfast. I'm afraid I'm the only one in this house who's awake at this hour." I lied. And by the look on his face he knew I was to. But he let it be and he pushed my wheelchair out the door and towards his car.

And with that we left my house. Hopefully Bella gets some help in time.

Pyro's POV

I'd heard the crash from Logan's room. Watched him and Victor fall from the third floor and into Jean's roses. Ha! But I'd also seen the anger, out-of-control look on Victor's face and the panicked look on Logan's. And so had everyone else.

I ran up the stairs, taking them two-by-two, running towards Logan's room. I was the first to get there. And I stopped dead the minute I looked in.

Bella. Bella bleeding herself dry, laying in a crumbled heap, unconscious on the floor. Well, damn!

Unlike me, Colossus and Angel didn't even stop to register the scene. They were about to pick her up when I saw them. 3 long claw-marks running up her back, and I could only guess they had been Logan's claws that did that. And that they had come out the other side.

And those weren't the end. It looked that Logan's claws had also pierced her skull.

"Jean!" I yelled, backtracking out of the room. I know Bells has seen worse, but before now, I hadn't. and I didn't want to again!

Storm ran in and screamed. Cyclops and Jean followed. Cyclops picked Bella up gently, and he and Jean ran from the room, down to the medical clinic in the basement. Kitty, Rogue, Bobby, Peter, Warren, Storm and I walked down stairs after them.

Five minutes of waiting outside the clinic later, Scott came out with no results, not a word. Just a sad frown.

A half hour later, we'd heard nothing. Logan and Victor joined our wait. Logan planted himself near the door, his head in his hands.

Five minutes later and Jean came out.

"She's joining to be fine." She assured us all. " We're lucky in this situation. Bella actually heals faster from blows from her brothers then she would from anyone else's hit. Besides she's a strong girl. She should awake from her self induced coma tonight, and be up and walking by tomorrow afternoon."

A sigh of relief from everyone cleared the air. It was like we'd all been holding our breath the entire time.

Jean bent down to Logan's level, and whispered into his ear. He looked happier already.

Back to Bella's POV (8p.m.)

My mind open from this dreamless sleep I'd been in. the last thing I remembered was pain… oh ya. I remembered what had happened. Logan's claws in me. The door slamming open. Crumbling to the ground. And the pain of it all.

I could smell my brother's scent. Jean's. The Professor's. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the clinic. Victor was pushed into the back of the room. Logan sat in a chair on my right side, his hand stroking my forearm. The Professor sat calmly in his wheel chair at the foot of… what ever I was laying on. A bed? A cot? I don't know.

It's good to see you awake, again, Bella." He said as I looked around the room for Jean. And then I saw what was sticking out of my arms. NEEDLES!

I DON'T like needles.

No, I REALLY don't like needles!

I screamed, looking down at them horrified. "I don't like needles. I don't like needles." I chanted to my self over and over again. Victor laughed; Logan gave me a sympathetic look. He wasn't a fan of needles either.

"Jean, it might be a smart idea to remove the needles." Logan commented, looking behind me. In one quick movement, I pushed my upper-half off the cot-thingy and swerved around to look at Jean. She looked shocked.

"Yo-you shouldn't be able to do that." She stuttered. I looked at her confused. "Didn't that hurt you in anyway?"

"No, why?" I asked confused. What the hell was she talking about? Then I saw that I was in cheer shorts and a sports bra. And a blanket was thrown over me. And big pink lines scaled up the my left side of my abdomen. Fresh scars. "Oh."

"Yeah. 'Oh'." Victor laughed. Jerk.

"Can I go now?" I asked. Please!

"Fine." Jean told me and removed all the needles. Finally!

Carlisle's POV

"I don't understand." I blurted out during one of our Cullen family meetings. "Charles Xavier has never lied to me before! Then I come to his house and all of the sudden it's like he has the hugest secret in the world."

"What exactly happened?" Jasper asked. I told him of the events that happened during my visit. He nodded. "Well maybe he had reason to. Maybe he was trying to protect some on."

"Maybe."

Bella POV Next Friday

I was walking down the parking lot towards Logan's shinny new monster truck. School was going to start in 10 minutes and I'd forgotten my book for English. I'd barley just reached the drivers door, when I was caught by the eyes of Edward Cullen, and forgot about my pursuit to grab my book. I even took a step back, that far off-guard.

Then I heard a sound I never want to hear again. A van came into the parking-lot and hit the new ice wrong. The tires squeaked, as the driver tried to gain control. By the sound of it the driver had failed. And the huge, old style van came charring at…me. Wait me! Oh no!

I couldn't get my body to move and when I finally did it would have been too late for any regular human. But I couldn't act like a normal human know or it would be more likely for not only my secret, but all the other mutants who live with me might have theirs exposed too. So I moved forward a bit, using the car, that was about to hit me, for an advantage, using it to better launch myself into the air and over Logan's truck. My left hand's fingertips barely touched the hood, but my rarely seen claws that would emerge from my fingertips, exposed themselves, and I ended up dragging them across the trucks hood, leaving behind 5 long, barely visible scratch marks all the way across the hood. Damn it! I landed in a crouch, my back rested against the side of the truck, my head rested downwards. And before I had a chance to react any more, the van made contact with the truck.

The truck was pushed back, hitting my spin. My head was thrown back and I could hear the crunch and new that, while the van had done no damage to the truck at all, my solid head had. And the stupid truck had returned the favor. My skull cracked and I fell forward in pain. When I hit the pavement I rolled over and moaned. Oh, did my head hurt or what? The pounding in it grew and I opened my eyes only to be met by the beautiful topaz eyes of Edward Cullen.

Wait, he had been all the way at the other side of the parking lot before. And I'd saved myself at inhuman speed. It was impossible for him to have gotten over to me that fast! Unless I had exaggerated on how fast all this had happened… no, I hadn't exaggerated. I could never exaggerate when it came to speed. So how was he over here?

"Somebody call 911!" someone behind the truck yell, but I was to lost in pain and confusion to notice.

How had he gotten over to me so fast? Only one word came to mind

VAMPIRE…