Chelsea
Chelsea had fallen into an uneasy sleep, despite her new ability screaming at her that there was very closely coiled darkness sitting in the plane with her. She could see that Spike was good...but the demon just made her want to run away. Or dust him. All in all, she actually thought she was doing rather well. She woke up as the plane settled on the ground gently and followed the others out. Ahhhh. The house beckoned to her and she headed towards it dazedly, seeking to just fall into the comfort it sent out in waves. She was so tired of everything, and her head was hurting again. She kept her eyes off that girl called Dawn; she *really* brought the migraine up to new and extremly painful levels.
"Is she alright?" She heard Spike mumur behind her, and she resisted the urge to flip the bird at him.
Hello, Chelsea. A gentle voice said inside her head. Chelsea stopped short and looked around for the voice. My name is Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my school.
"Hi?" She turned around in puzzlement and heard him chuckle softly.
I'm a telepath, and I'm currently using my power to talk to you. Why don't you come inside and we'll talk face to face?
"Sounds good." With more confidence then she'd felt before, Chelsea headed inside.