"Well..............?" Scott asked, turning to look at Logan, as he and the others found themselves locked out of professor's office.

"Well, what?" Logan huffed back. Not in the mood for anything that Scott had to say; just wanting to get into the room and see what the woman that he had found, and the professor were talking about.

"What is she............?" Scott continued. Not sure why he had felt the way that he had, as she and the professor had made their way passed him and the others. Not sure why he had felt such stirrings; why had had felt so drawn to her.

"How the hell should I know...................?"

"Well, you drove her down here. Didn't she say anything...........didn't you ask anything.............?"

"Look.........pal............" Logan growled as he squared up the Scott. The big feral more than happy for a fight.

"I could venture an hypothesis.............." A voice interjected. Everyone turning to look at a slightly embarrassed looking Hank.

"If...........well, if........if..............."

"Spit it out, Hank.................."

"If all the men here felt the same............felt the same draw to her that I did. I think I know what she might be................"

"Well............?" Scott this time interjected. Wishing that the doctor would just get on with it.

"I think that she is a................." The door to the office opening before Hank could finish his sentence. The professor rolling out with the dark clad visitor in tow.

"Good, you are still all here. I would like you to meet (Y/n). She will be staying with us for at least a week, though I do hope for longer. Now, if you will excuse us............." Charles simply stated, before rolling down the hall; (Y/n) following close behind. The others finally turning back to Hank, as the pair disappeared out of sight. Frustrated that all Charles had done was give them her name.

"Ok........what is she..............?" Logan asked, before anyone else could.

"What, or.......er, I think that she might be a succubus..........

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"Ok, so you were telling us..............." Storm said, as she and the others took Hank somewhere a little quieter, out of the earshot of all the children.

"I think she is a succubus............"

"And what is one of those............?" Logan asked, huffing as Storm pulled the cigar from his mouth before he could light it.

"Well..............it means that she is a........demon. A female demon. But not just any kind of demon. Succubi are said to be able to appear through the dreams of their victims, who are generally men of a certain age, men that are er.............sexually mature. They seduce and prey on these victims while they sleep, slowly draining their life energy, taking a little bit of their soul with each encounter. They are supposed to be exceptionally beautiful, able to become whatever the victim desires the most, to better achieve that sexual encounter. But I can only really imagine what is actually under that big coat that she was wearing................" Hank explained, as if it was quite the most normal thing in the world. Though the blush that covered his blue fuzzy cheeks, suggested that he would like to do more than imagine it.

"A demon...............?"

"Yes..........but as I said, not just any demon............."

"Oh well, that makes it all the better............" Scott continued. A part of him feeling that having this new mutant in the building could be a dangerous thing; the other part, the primal, lust filled part of him. The part of him who had started to imagine all kinds of things as she had just stood there, wanted to see the woman that Hank had described. Wanted to see what kind of beauty really lay under all those clothes. Hoping that while she was there, he might get a chance to look upon this possible Succubus.

Logan sat back in the chair. Well, if Hank was right, then it would explain a lot. It would explain the guy in the bar; it would explain why he had felt what he had felt when she was close. Why he had wanted to pull his beat up old vehicle to one side, wake her from her slumber and rip both their clothes off, before showing her all the things that had been going on in his mind, since she had climbed in beside him. And given that, what her presence in the school would mean to not only him, but to all men that were, as Hank had put it, sexually mature, he........they, would have to wait and see. The big feral wondering whether (Y/n) had had the same effect on Charles, as she did the rest of them...............

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The final door slid open, Charles rolling through it and (Y/n) quickly following. In all honesty, the professor had not expected to be as affected by her, as he was feeling; it proving to him that she was as powerful as he believed that she would be. Proving that if Erik could get to her; if he could somehow persuade her to join his cause, then there could be real issues. Charles hoping that he could talk her into staying. That he could make her see that her fears were as groundless as he could make them; and the first part of this, was to show her the rooms that he knew would be perfect for her.

"I know that it might not seem much..............." Charles began, as he and (Y/n) looked around the pale and characterless room.

"I've seen worse. Its clean, warm and it has a roof; that is much more than a lot of places that I have had to hide out in, had." (Y/n) replied, as she took a seat on the bed. Smiling from under her heavy hood.

She still wasn't sure about this. Still not sure that it was for the best; but it was just for a week. She could do this for a week. She could control her needs for seven days, despite the men that she had seen. Despite knowing that the admittedly rather attractive Logan was only a dream away. No, a week would be fine. It would allow her to do things that she hadn't been able to do while she had had to hide. It would mean that she could rest and sleep, before making her way back out into the world. No.........a week would be fine.............well, that was what she was telling herself.