Howdy howdy, this is Skye back for another update!! So today is unintentionally my update all my books day, so I finally got around to updating this book. I'm debating whether I should unpublish this book. Please tell me your thoughts, my readers are very important to me so please tell me what you think. Should I continue or not? I will say that I wanted more Emma Frost action so I did change the story line a little bit. Enough rambling, please vote and comment and enjoy the chapter! Until the next update, this is Skye signing off!

Blaire opened her window, grasping the lock and lifting it upwards for a short second before feeling the cool air hitch her skin. It was almost an unraveling sensation. The moment the cool air simply touched her, goosebumps engulfed her arm. Blaire wasn't a fan of the cold as she closed the window sill immediately shivering.

"What a chilly morning." She cursed brushing her skin.

Blaire grasped her sweater before heading out. Oh wait, it was the weekend. What do you do on the weekend when you don't know where anything is at? Blaire dipped her bread into the coffee. She had sweet bread along with donuts, cookies and ice cream stashed along her the cabinets of her kitchen along with the fridge.

"Stress eating... is going to kill me." Blaire muttered before looking at herself in the mirror.

Blaire wondered what she could do. It was early, cold, and she was slightly depressed.

"What to do, what to do....."

Blaire had finished grading tests yesterday and had finished creating lesson plans for the upcoming week as well. The weekend was such a bore. With no students to keep her occupied she was alone. She sat on her leather cushioned couch by the window.

"Maybe I should read a book?" Blaire thought before examining her bay window library.

Blaire began reading along the words until she stopped in mid sentence. Blake double blinked hard before trying to read it again fluently and correctly. Blaire tried to even read one word. The printed times font changed clarity and sizes, almost as if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Blaire squinted her eyelids slightly but it was not use. What was wrong with her? Everything was fine.

She couldn't focus anymore even though she fumbled out words while reading her book. She tried to continue but only succeeded with reaching the next paragraph.

"Maybe, I need to go out. Maybe I need fresh air." Blaire thought out loud.

Blaire slipped a warm yet comfortable sweater onto her goosebumps. She hated scratchy sweaters so much that she learned how to knit on her own. She had talent in learning things quickly. However with a great deal of practice she was able to knit things her size by memory and feel. Outside her teaching life, she was a normal person who wore what she felt like wearing.

Blaire herself knew how students stereotyped her as being a slick, polished woman. She had gained certain praise from her colleague for being that way. However there were days when it worked out being polished and professional. Today was not one of those days... Blaire didn't care for stockings, satin shirts, clicking heels and pencil skirts that hugged her hips gently. She went with a more casual look, almost as if she were a student herself.

Her sweaty palms grasped the knob and pulled it towards her locking the door. From there, she ventured out into campus grounds like a normal person. She didn't care of what her students thought of her. As long as they were there to learn in her class and respected her as a teacher and human being, then they would get along just fine in her class. Her footsteps were light and airy along the cement sidewalks.

She stopped midway as she saw her reflection in the glass window. A teacher.. it was harder said than done. Blaire wondered if being a teacher was all that she was meant to be. If that would be her life's climax. Her life's work... Although she felt satisfaction in teaching and seeing the growth of her students, she wanted to do something more... Something was missing.

"Hey! Keep your hands off!" A voice yelled.

"Help?! Help me!?" Someone called.

Blaire turned her head slightly as her ear canals picked up the sound in the air. The air became heavy and tense. Blaire couldn't leave. The voice whimpered. It sounded desperate.

"You can't get into student affairs.." She muttered.

"Come on baby. I know you love me. Come on. Let's go."

"Get away! I said I don't like you!?! Keep off me creep!?? I don't want to be used by you or some rich guy!?"

Blaire ran towards the commotion. She ran across the cobblestone alleyway until her eyes focused on the sore loser who tried picking up women the wrong way. He was an older man. Scruffy looking, unruly and most definitely not a student. What was this man doing on campus grounds? Obviously he was forcing the woman to do something she didn't want to do. Her cheeks were flushed vermillion, her hair a platinum color. This woman was beautiful, her eyes look petrified in her blue irises.

"Excuse me?" Blaire said making her presence known as she cleared her throat.

"Aren't you my sisters boyfriend!?" Blaire exclaimed.

"What? No lady, you've got the wrong man."

"I'm positive it's you. I can detect scum from a mile away."

"What the hell!" The man replied.

Blaire pulled the woman alongside her, " She doesn't want to go with you. You don't look like a student. What are you doing here?"

"None of your business lady! Get lost." He took a step towards her.

Trying to intimidate me, huh.

Blaire held her position firmly, "You're most certainly not a student. You know how I know? Because I know a bastard when I see one."

"Perhaps you didn't hear me when I first spoke. Get lost." Blaire said in a darker tone.

"You'll pay for this."

"Try me." Blaire challenged, "I'm staff here at Oxford. You see, it's our word against yours. "

"Like she will talk. She knows what will happen." He challenged.

"Oh really? Should I attract more attention to make more witnesses out of this potential crime scene. You realize forcing a woman to come with her without her consent is a crime. As a matter of fact, it is called kidnapping. Kidnapping is-"

"I'm not a baby! I understand English lady!?"

"I'm going to tell you once more, back off. Or else."

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll have you escorted of the premises."

The woman now behind nodded as her face returned to a petrified look. Blaire wasn't supposed to get involved. After all, she was after Charles.

"Are you Alright?" Blaire said looking at her with concerned irises.

The frightened woman simply nodded and breathed out, "I'm.. fine. Thank you..."

"Your welcome. Go home. Before that man comes back. He's a scoundrel, a woman like you shouldn't be with that type of crowd. Young lady, if I may, I suggest you be more careful."

The woman nodded before walking away.

We have a small problem. Azazel, Riptide, you know what to do. Don't kill her, she did me a great service. Riptide deserved every inch of it. Do it cleanly and don't hurt her. She was concerned for her students. She is just unaware of what she has gotten herself into. Let's use this to our advantage..

Azazel and Riptide recruited someone off the streets. Someone who couldn't be tracked since he lived off the grid.

Got her. Be prepared. Don't mess up. Now!

Azazel teleported in range in the staircase while Riptide and the unknown mutant got themselves in position, waiting for their prey. Azazel simply watched from above. He was their getaway car, so to speak. He heard footsteps in the distance. She is here.