Chapter 10: Sister on the Move

Long Island, in a private estate.

Ororo and Zhou Yi were just about to take things further when a sudden, urgent phone call interrupted them.

Annoyed, Zhou Yi was about to ignore it, but Ororo, as if jolted by electricity, quickly pushed him away and fumbled through the scattered clothes to grab her phone.

She glanced at the screen and turned to Zhou Yi. "Something happened at the school. It's Jean—it's the emergency line!"

Even though Zhou Yi was already burning with desire, he managed to control himself. He knew how much Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters meant to Ororo—it was her home. He wasn't about to risk damaging her trust for a moment of passion.

Still catching her breath, Ororo answered the call.

"Jean, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Ororo? Your voice sounds... strange." Jean's voice hesitated on the other end.

"Ahem, it's nothing. Just... a little tired. What's going on at the school?" Ororo quickly tried to mask her flustered breathing and changed the subject.

"Ororo, it's Cherise—"

Before Jean could finish, Zhou Yi immediately snatched the phone. "Tell me, Jean, what happened to Cherise?"

There was silence on the other end. Only after Zhou Yi called Jean's name again did she respond.

"Yi? Why are you there?"

"That doesn't matter. Just tell me what happened!"

Jean hesitated for a moment before finally answering.

"Cherise and two other students disappeared from the school. I tried tracking them, but I haven't found any leads. Zhou Yi, you and Ororo need to act fast. If anything happens to them, it'll be too late!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yi didn't move immediately. Instead, he spoke firmly into the phone.

"Jean, stay at the school and wait. I'll take care of this. Trust me—I'll bring them back unharmed."

After saying that, he hung up and turned to Ororo.

"Stay here, my love. Just like you promised me—let me handle this."

Seeing her nod, Zhou Yi quickly put on his clothes, stepped out onto the balcony, and with a powerful leap, disappeared into the night with a deafening roar.

Meanwhile, at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, Jean Grey slowly put down the phone, her mind wandering. She already knew who Ororo was with and had a feeling something like this would happen. But hearing Zhou Yi's voice and Ororo's breathless state made her thoughts run wild.

For Jean, sleep would be impossible tonight.

And she wasn't the only one.

High above the earth, a group of night-shift workers was on high alert.

Inside a massive surveillance room, a cold, striking woman, surrounded by heavily armed soldiers, walked in and demanded, "Can someone tell me why the alarm went off?"

"Ma'am, we detected an unidentified flying object moving at approximately Mach 20, and it's still accelerating!"

"What is it?" The woman pushed past the personnel and stared at the massive 3D projection. The only thing visible was a blurred image of clouds being torn apart at incredible speed.

"Sorry, ma'am! It's too fast—we lost it!"

"Keep searching! I want detailed information on it. Also, contact all relevant parties—military, NASA, private aerospace companies—whoever might have information. Immediately!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Her subordinates responded in unison, swiftly executing her orders.

The woman stood still, knowing that whatever had just appeared wouldn't be a one-time event. It would definitely show up again.

Brooklyn - Underground Bar

Cherise and her friends had begun their adventure.

The bar they found themselves in was unlike any they had seen before. It was well-hidden—so much so that Cherise doubted she could have found it without following a punk couple.

Who would expect a bar to be located beneath an abandoned factory? And who would station a dozen security guards at the entrance of one?

"Good thing we're mutants," Cherise smirked. At her signal, Kitty grabbed her and the other girl's hands, phasing them through the barriers like smoke. When they regained their senses, they were already inside the bar's restroom.

Just as they landed, a woman's high-pitched scream and a man's deep growl came from one of the stalls. Cherise awkwardly chuckled before turning to her friends.

"Wow, this place is... intense."

Her friends blushed and quickly dragged her out of the restroom, leaving behind whatever "battle" was going on inside.

Stepping into the main bar area, they were met with exactly what they had expected—blaring metal music, flashing lights, and a sea of bodies moving wildly. Men and women, scantily clad, danced without restraint, completely lost in the chaos.

The intoxicating atmosphere filled the girls with curiosity and excitement. For someone like Cherise, who thrived on rebellion, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Cool!"

Yes, this was what they wanted. Not the rigid, school-like life they had at the academy—this was real freedom. No rules, no restrictions, just living in the moment.

They quickly joined the crowd, trying to mimic the wild movements around them. But as they danced, they failed to notice the subtle shifts happening around them.

Gradually, they were being guided toward the darker, less crowded part of the bar. Here, the people were noticeably more attractive, locked in passionate embraces—some men, some women—exchanging kisses and more. Even the air felt thick with pheromones.

Realizing what kind of place they had wandered into, the three girls froze.

Though they were sixteen, raised in America where such things were common, they had been sheltered at Xavier's. The scene before them was far from what they were prepared for.

Just then, Kitty spotted the bar counter nearby and tugged on Cherise's sleeve, motioning toward it.

Cherise got the hint and smirked. "Let's go, girls! Drinks are on me tonight!"

Under normal circumstances, someone flaunting wealth like that would be annoying, but her friends knew Cherise had a wealthy brother. Besides, they didn't have much spending money themselves.

Laughing, they approached the counter. Cherise banged on the bar and called out, "Hey, bartender! Three of your strongest drinks!"

The bald, middle-aged bartender gave them a strange look but kept wiping a glass. Then, with an amused smirk, he said, "Sorry, kiddo. We don't serve milk here."

"Hey! We have money!" Cherise waved a thick stack of cash in his face. But the bartender still didn't move—his smirk only deepened.

Before Cherise could argue further, a cold, seductive voice interrupted.

"Give them a round of cocktails. On me."

The bartender's smirk vanished instantly. He straightened up and responded with respect.

"Yes, Miss Nyssa."

Cherise turned to see who had spoken—and was immediately stunned.

The woman before them was eerie yet mesmerizing. Her skin was deathly pale, almost ghostly. Her long black hair was pinned up, highlighting her sharp, seductive features. Scarlet lips and deep, unreadable eyes only added to her allure.

But it wasn't just her beauty that unsettled Cherise—it was her presence. There was something ancient about her, something beyond human understanding.

The woman took a seat beside them, her every movement dripping with elegance.

"Sweet girls," she purred, "you really don't belong here."

Cherise instinctively pulled down her beret, feeling uneasy. Something was off.

She realized—this woman wasn't breathing.

And everyone around them was staring at them in a way that made her skin crawl.

"Stay still," the woman whispered, her smile fading. "This is a feast, and these beasts won't hold back forever."

At that moment, Cherise knew—they were in deep trouble.

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