CHAPTER 7
 

 "He said what?!" Storm asked in shock.

 "He said I'm a vampire. No, I take dat back, he said I'm a half vampire. Whatever *dat* means!" Remy answered.

 Gambit and Ororo were sitting on the roof of the Xavier Mansion. It was one of the few places in the house where Remy could go to get some peace and to sort out his thoughts. After Rogue had left after Isreal he had spent a lot of time there. After Hank had bandaged his arm, Remy had felt the need to sort through what had happened and Storm had come up to see if he was alright.

 "Do you believe what he said?" she asked.

 "I don't know what to believe, Stormy. It'd certainly explain a lot a'stuff, but vampirism?" he shook his head in dismay.

 "Would it explain that mountain lion's cry?" Storm asked after a moment of silence.

 "Oh, ya heard dat, huh?" Ororo nodded.

 "Then it was you." It wasn't a question. She eyed her friend, searching his face for any sign as to what he was feeling. But the poker face that had so often hid his emotions from the rest of the world had been slapped into place. Slowly Remy went into a sketchy explaination.

 "Happened when he clawed my arm. Didn't even realize it'd happened. Jus' came outta my mouth." Remy shook his head again. The poker face slipped away and Storm could see the frustration written on his face. His unshaven jaw line pulled down in a frown. Storm had always been a good judge of how Remy felt and realized that at the moment he probably jsut wanted to be left alone with his thoughts.

 "I suppose I will leave you to your thoughts now, my friend. Good night."
 
 "Good night, Ro."

 Storm rose from her seat beside him and flew off over the other side of the building. Gambit pulled his legs up to his chest and rested his chin on his knees. Alex certainly was a character. Fast to talk and even faster to loose his temper. Remy got the feeling that he wasn't going to make a very pleasnat enemy. He gave a side long glance at the bandage on his upper arm. He could see it beneath the sleeve of his sweatshirt. <He didn't waste any time once de fight started, that's for sure,> he thought.

 Perhaps he could sleep the discomfort off. Rest might help his nerves. Though he had slept most of that day, he found he was growing tired. Standing and stretching his arms, he reached over the side of the roof, grabbed hold of the rain gutter, and swung into the open window of his room.
 

END PART 7
 

LITTLE SISTER: Whatcha writing?

ME: Nothin' that would interest you, I'd bet.

LITTLE SISTER: So? Tell me anyway.

ME: *sigh* I'm writing an X-men fan fiction.

*pause* LITTLE SISTER: You were right.

 Spade