As he was adjusting to this ‘school/facility ‘ whatever it’s called. He was pretty sure he had met all of the students that professor x has trained to control there mutant powers.

Well, all except one.

It was around midnight, he couldn’t sleep. All of this was really different for him, but he was only staying for answers about how his life was before.

…

He smelled blood, it was faint—but smelled fresh. Snapping his head around as he stood in the middle of the field in the back of the facility. “Ready to show yourself or what?” He asks out after a few moments, catching a glimpse of your eyes in the midst of the darkness. As well as your blood coated fangs. Ready to unsheath the blades that come out of his knuckles..

He had a strange feeling, your presence felt familiar.. atleast what you were.