Summary: It's been months after Stryker almost tried to turn Rogue into a killer. Everything was supposed to be fine, no drama and no fighting. Until Rogue suddenly starts getting the urges to touch people, this need to suck them dry; to commit murder. Scared of hurting her friends she convinces Logan to take her to the one person that knows how it feels; Victor Creed.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victor, Rogue, or Logan. Because if I did, I'd do very naughty things to them… Logan and Victor I mean. xD

Pairing: Rogue/Logan for now.

Rated: M for language, violence, and sexual content

A/N: This is the sequel to "Almost Lover" because I came up with another idea that tied in. xD If you have not read "Almost Lover" I suggest you go do that before you read. It might not be necessary but you should… And review!

Bad Things

Prologue: Need

I couldn't sleep. This was normal, Logan's nightmares or insomnia plaguing me from time to time. But tonight was different and it worried me. It worried me as I sat there in the darkness of my bedroom, my eyes traveling around the room. I never admitted it, not even to Logan, but after the events with Stryker I think… I think I can see in the dark better. Not perfectly but better. It worried me that, for a few days now, my skin has been tingling like it did when my power first started to return. But that was impossible, I already had my power so it couldn't return.

But what worried me the most was this incurable need to touch, not like lust, just to touch. To touch with my power on, to touch someone else. Do you get what I'm trying to admit? It worried me that I've been having the urge to drain people of their life; to kill them. Me, the girl who hates murder, who hates fighting. I wanted to kill. I wanted to kill my best friends.

My best friends like Jubilee who slept five feet from me. For a few hours now I have just been sitting here, watching her, thinking about how easy I could kill her. Then I'd have her memories, her personality, her power, and that excited something inside of me. This monster inside of me that loved the idea of having her power, of being stronger.

The only thing that has kept me sane? The human part of me, the part that is still Marie telling me that I love Jubilee, that I don't want her to die. Every time that I had the urge to hurt someone she was there begging me not to. When I was beside Storm, staring at her naked hand, she was there making me remember what a good friend and mentor Storm has been.

But she's dying.

This other me, she's slowly suffocating under the pressure of the bad me, slowly killing her. And I know that soon there will be no Marie, no good me, just Rogue, just this bad part that wanted power. It scared me and it still does.

I can't even tell Logan, I'm too ashamed. At first I thought he wouldn't mind, that he would understand and try to help but then the Sabretooth that's still in my mind ruined that thought.

"He hates me because of my animal, yer no different. If ya' tell him he'll just leave you too."

Then the Logan in my head would argue with him, telling Victor that he would never leave me. Logan loves me too much. But… those are just voices… how am I supposed to know if that's what Logan would really do?

A loud snore from Jubilee jerks me back from my thoughts and I go back to staring at her, watching as her chest rises and lowers with every breath she takes. She was wearing a tank top and shorts to bed; so much skin showing, it would be so easy for me to reach over and-

"No!"

I jump at how loud my voice is, Jubilee jerking straight up in her bed. "Wha-What's wrong?!" She's instantly on high alert, the X-Man in her ready to fight. I just shake my head, giving her an apologetic smile through the darkness, unsure if she can see it.

"Sorry Jubes, just a nightmare, go back to bed." She watches me for a few seconds but the need to sleep is too much so she gives in and nods, snuggling back into her pillow. A few minutes later she's snoring again.

I need to get out of here.

Grabbing my robe I pull it over my nightgown and head downstairs. Water, some nice ice cold water should help. I turn the lights on to the kitchen, glad that no one was down here for a midnight snack. Grabbing a glass I drop some ice cubes in it before filling it up with some tap water. Absently I hear a sound and lift my head, forgetting about the water as it starts to over flow out of the cup. Jumping from the cold I drop the cup, the glass falling and rolling onto the floor before crashing into a million pieces. Shit!

I bend down to pick them up, careful not to cut myself as I throw them away, "Have an accident, darlin'?" That familiar deep rumble instantly makes my heart jump and my head snaps up, landing on the gorgeous Wolverine.

He was back from his mission!

Letting out a gasp I run to him, jumping in his arms as I lock mine around his neck, my lips finding his. Sure it's a little dramatic and commercial but whenever I'm away from him for too long it feels like I'm missing something.

He chuckles in my ear before letting me down, keeping his ands on my hips. "Miss me?" Grinning I pull away, twirling away from him and towards the counter.

"No not really."

That grin stays plastered on his face at our usual banter before he walks over, pinning me to the counter. Two moments later he's kissing me again, this time with more urgency and want. I return in kind but he must notice something is missing because he pulls back, his grin replaced with a frown.

"What's wrong?" How I don't know, but he seems to always know when I'm unhappy.

Instead of telling him I pull away, heading to the fridge, "Nothing."

He narrows his eyes and grabs my arm, "Bullshit, you're pale, you have bags under your eyes, and your skin is cold." He just described a dead body.

"Thanks Logan, that helps my self esteem."

"Tell me what's wrong." No getting out of this, huh?

"Nothing, just the normal nightmare."

"Nightmares don't affect you this much, now tell me the truth." Why did this man have to be so damn smart? Am I that easy to read?

"I…" I can't tell him. I can't tell him what I am, what I'm becoming.

He'll shun me.

"Marie, please."

Dammit. Looking up at him I stare into his big, dark, forest green eyes and break, "Please don't hate me." It comes out in a choked whisper but he hears it loud and clear. He pulls me closer and back against the counter, brushing hair from my face.

"I could never hate you." Yes you could. "What… what did you do?"

I swallow, the saliva getting caught in my throat. "I-I'm a monster." This obviously confuses him because he frowns even more, getting three little lines in between his eyebrows. "I- Lately- I've been wanting to touch people-" I notice the betrayal flicker across his face and I shake my head, "N-not like that… I've been craving… I have this itch… W-where I gotta touch people-" He is still not getting it and I lift up my hand, pulling off my gloves. Even with some control I'm not good enough to be gloveless.

"I want to kill them Logan, drain their life. It's like I-I'm burning with that need-"

Realization crossed his features and he lets out a pained sound before gathering me up in his arms, "Logan?"

"Oh darlin'…" He sighs, nuzzling my neck, "I was hoping this would never happen." What, what would happen?

I pull away, "What are you talking about?"

He gives me a guilty look before sighing, brushing a large hand through his hair. "When we came back after… that incident with Stryker in Canada, I had a chat with Hank. He asked about the operation they put you under and I answered to the best of my abilities… He said that by how it sounds they were almost complete with the operation. That there is a possibility you could have after effects…" I stare at him in disbelief as he lets out a growl.

"I didn't say anything 'cause I didn't think... I was hoping it wouldn't happen."

"And… And you think this need to kill is one?"

He locks eyes with me, "Stryker wanted to make you into a killing machine, right? This would be part of it, don't you think?" Oh my god, he is right. Instantly the tears I tried so hard to fight come up, spilling over and down my cheeks as I choke back a sob. He pulls me close, stuffing my face into his chest.

"W-what do I do?" I can't live like this, I just can't do it. He knows that too because he pulls back, cupping my cheeks.

"You need to learn to control it."

"C-Can you teach me?"

He shakes his head, looking away, "I never… I never really controlled my animal…" He admits. I can feel the shame and touch his hairy cheek, "I just pushed him deep down… and that's not healthy, not for you." I nod. But we both silently agreed on something, I needed to control it and I would need help.

"But who?"

He stares at me for the longest time, "Dammit."

"What?"

"I know who but fuck… I don't like it."

"Who, Logan?"

He sighs, "Who's better to teach you then the man who shuns it?" I get who he's talking about and instantly hatred bubbles up.

"No, hell no, I hate him." Victor betrayed me, he left me to die or turn into some horrible monster. "He betrayed me."

A notice the guilt on Logan's face, "What? What now?" What else isn't he telling me?

"He made me swear… Victor was the one that released me, if it wasn't for him I never would have gotten out." My eyes widen considerably.

"Why did you tell me!?" I would have at least tried to find Sabretooth to thank him-

"Because he didn't want you to know, he didn't like doing something so heroic and he wanted you to think him evil. He wanted to wash his hands of us." I shake my head against his chest, gripping the cotton of his shirt.

"He… he could help me?"

"…Yes… I think anyway." Biting my lip I pull away to look at him.

"Then let's go."

He frowns, "Right now?"

"Why not? I don't want to explain myself to the others- I don't want to tell them why I have to go." Sure I could lie, say Logan is just taking me on vacation but Jubes knows when I lie. After a moment Logan nods before kissing the top of my head, taking my gloved hand.

"Alright then, let's go."

I just had to pack, "Do you know where he is?"

"No, but I'm sure we can find him."

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Oh yes my lovelies, a sequel. I was taking a shower (where I get all my wonderful ideas) and this thought came to me! I hope ya'll like it and that ya'll review. I'm aiming for more reviews then Almost Lover had but I dunno if that'll happen. You can help me though! I will be so grateful if ya'll do… So grateful I might reward ya'll with a prize. ;D