Hi everyone. This is my first posted fic, and my first ever Evo fic. Please
be kind. I wrote this quickly when I was bored cause no one was on the net
to talk to. I promise there will be more action and stuff in the next
chapters. There is a plot to this story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything is the Evo people and their respected affiliations. I get no profit from this story. Well that said, on with it!......................................................................... .............................
Loosing blood is a bad thing. Or is it?
It had been a long night. One hell of a long night. He had laid awake for hours, unable to still his reeling mind. Not that it was ever an easy task for a speed demon, but normally he could force himself to shutdown. But not this night. His mind was flooded with images of his desires-his unatainable desires. Or desire anyway-a certain untouchable goth who titled herself, the rogue. Ah Rogue, the dark beauty, princess of the night, goddess of the in betweens.(a place where magick is said to crossover and mesh with the "real" world- like shadows, midnight- or thats what they say on Charmed at least.) His idol, his soul, his love above all else; his tormentor, all be it unknowingly. He had had feelings for her since he walked into the BOM house for the first time. And been repressing them since he found out her mutation. It hadn't been easy then, but now it was downright impossible. Pietro Maximoff was not accustomed to being denied anything. Always one to except a challange, triving on them. That's what women were to him- or had been. Rogue had started out as that too, at least that's what he had told himself. He had said it some many times that he nearly had himself believing it. Almost believing she was the unconquerable challange and that's why he was so infatuated with her. But as the old saying goes, almost doesn't count. Time passed and he eventually had to admit that she wasn't another conquest, never had been. She was his dark angel, the only women to ever tame the play boy in him- and she had no idea.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything is the Evo people and their respected affiliations. I get no profit from this story. Well that said, on with it!......................................................................... .............................
Loosing blood is a bad thing. Or is it?
It had been a long night. One hell of a long night. He had laid awake for hours, unable to still his reeling mind. Not that it was ever an easy task for a speed demon, but normally he could force himself to shutdown. But not this night. His mind was flooded with images of his desires-his unatainable desires. Or desire anyway-a certain untouchable goth who titled herself, the rogue. Ah Rogue, the dark beauty, princess of the night, goddess of the in betweens.(a place where magick is said to crossover and mesh with the "real" world- like shadows, midnight- or thats what they say on Charmed at least.) His idol, his soul, his love above all else; his tormentor, all be it unknowingly. He had had feelings for her since he walked into the BOM house for the first time. And been repressing them since he found out her mutation. It hadn't been easy then, but now it was downright impossible. Pietro Maximoff was not accustomed to being denied anything. Always one to except a challange, triving on them. That's what women were to him- or had been. Rogue had started out as that too, at least that's what he had told himself. He had said it some many times that he nearly had himself believing it. Almost believing she was the unconquerable challange and that's why he was so infatuated with her. But as the old saying goes, almost doesn't count. Time passed and he eventually had to admit that she wasn't another conquest, never had been. She was his dark angel, the only women to ever tame the play boy in him- and she had no idea.