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PROGRESS

Once the pain had subsided, Rogue opened her eyes, only to have rain sprinkle down upon her. She slowly sat up, uncertain of what to think. She was quick to notice the woman before her. She stood up and made her way over to her and took a good look at the woman's face. She stood there in complete shock before she screamed.

"Chere," came a voice from behind her. She quickly turned to see the man's eyes and began to scream again. But he put his hand over her mouth and pinned her against the wall. His eyes glowing fiercely, nearly staring a hole through her and in a hypnotic voice her called out to her.

"Rogue?" She looked at him completely confused. He pulled his hand away from her mouth.

"Rogue?" she repeated to herself.

"Carol, Carol...Danvers? No, Rogue, she...I drained me, her?" she began to sputter out almost incoherently. He made her look back into his eyes as he tried once again.

"Rogue." She blinked as if coming out of some sort of trance.

"What are ya doin' here?" she asked him. He replied with a smirk, "Here to help a femme in need, non."

"Why would I need your help?" He turned his head and looked at the body a few feet from them, still holding his smirk, showing his approval of her first kill. She looked at the body, then back at him.

"What's goin' on?" she was beginning to feel panicked again, not only with the dead body of a woman a few feet away, but also with the fact that he was entirely too close to her. She quickly followed his gaze as he began to look her over. Shock would have been a mild statement at that point. She quickly closed her shirt and began to button it, as well as her pants.

Rogue felt as if she had awakened from one bad dream and just to fall into a completely different one. But it didn't take her very long to piece together what happened, since she had drained this woman, Carol. Remy took a step back, allowing her to move around. But he was not about to let her get away from him again. Rogue walked over to the woman, picking her up with ease, and placed her on a small table that was near the dumpster, trying to cover her up as much as possible. She brushed the hair from the woman's face and whispered an apology.

Remy just watched her movements, more intrigued with her with each passing moment. Sure, he had started this, but how much longer was he going to have to wait for her. He couldn't handle watching her night after night, as she slowly killed herself, fighting her own hunger. She needed this, and he needed her. How much longer was he supposed to suffer because she was stubborn? But when he saw a tear begin to fall from her cheek, he was immediately by her side.

"Chere, dis be nothin' to cry over."

"Nothin' to cry over? I killed her. She didn't have a chance. I don't even understand it."

"Dere's nothin' ta understand chere. You need to feed just like dey do. It's a necessity."

"I'm not supposed to be this. I'm a good person. I was in trainin' ta be a nun." She began to ramble.

"A nun? Dat be a lil far fetched."

"No, it's not. Why would it be? It's what I deserve. Where else could I be accepted? God understands."

"Dere be no such thing. If dere was, why dis God do dis to you?"

"Like there's no such thing as vampires? God has His reasons, what's yours?"

"We're not evil Rogue."

"But ya feed off other people. Ya kill 'em for sport."

"Dat's not how it is."

"Really, so your tellin' me that some guy did this ta me 'cause he wanted to be nice? If he wouldn't have got'n to feel my powers for a brief moment, I would be dead right now?"

"In a way you still be dat way non."

"That's not funny."

"Dis not be as bad as you make it to be."

"Yeah right...it's worse." He just looked at her urging for her to explain.

"For starters, I'm dragged here, and then because of you, I made a complete fool of myself."

"Moi?"

"I'm not stupid. I ended up out here with Pietro, which wouldn't have happened in a million years. Finally, I commit the ultimate sinful act of the night...endin' a woman's life."

"Not much of a life, if she was goin' to be spendin' da rest of da nite wit dat Pietro."

"So I'll ask you again...what's goin' on? What did ya do ta me?"

"Now how could you think dat any of dis be Remy's fault chere? He only wants you to trust him."

"I'm sure ya do, but why? What exactly are ya playin' at? What do ya want with me?" He then closed the space between them; once again making her feel uncomfortable, but he did not care. He stared into her eyes.

"Don't want anythin' from you...just want you." he told her slowly, in a husky voice.

"What's so special 'bout me?"

"Have dat much self-esteem in yourself? What 'bout dat God? Thought he was supposed to help you in dat area."

"Myself-esteem is fine. My belief in God is my business. Your just avoidin' the question. I've got some crazy vampire stalker who wants me. For what?"

"You don't feel it?"

"Feel what?"

"What's 'tween us chere. Can't get over dat feelin'. Haven't felt it like dis in centuries." she began to laugh. She wasn't about to let this lunatic frighten her.

"Centuries?"

"Oui, Remy be pretty old."

"I bet. Sorry but there aren't any fireworks goin' off for me at the moment, so why don't ya just leave me be?"

"Can't do dat chere."

"Why not?"

"You have to come home wit me. You need to be protected."

"Home with ya? I don't think so. Ah can protect myself just fine, especially from you."

"Dere be hunters out dere and you don't know what you are doin' yet. You're just a bebe."

"i don't care what you think, but it doesn't matter."

"You will feed 'gain chere. Your body needs it."

"No, it won't happen." He didn't say anything; he wasn't going to debate this with her. He may have all night, but not all day. So he did what he had been craving, he kissed her. At first she was a bit taken back by the fact that his lips touched her, but she couldn't help but enjoy it. She allowed him to wrap his arms around her as he deepened the kiss. He didn't even have to use his powers in order for her to enjoy his touch. He pressed her against the wall, once again, hoping to rile up those same emotions she had not long ago. Being that she was fully changed, and her inexperience, he knew that wouldn't be very hard.

He was driving her crazy. She couldn't think straight. She didn't want to be this horrible monster, or to feel the way she was at the moment, especially with him. But it was as if he knew exactly where to touch her, which he probably did. Whenever she thought of the possibilities she could have with touch, this was not what she had in mind. She didn't want to become evil in order to get something she desired. Rogue never once wanted to make a deal with this devil, but it felt so good. She became overwhelmed with desire, repeating the actions that she had with Pietro. She pinned him against the wall instead. But once she made it to his neck, she paused.

Remy knew that she was thinking about it. She was so unsure, her body urged her on, but her heart and soul screamed no. So he did the only thing that he could think of in order to entice her more, he pushed his sleeve up and bit into his own flesh. Rogue stared as his blood began to drip from his wrist and the wound slowly began to close. She wanted it so bad, if not just a taste. Just before the wound closed, she quickly grabbed his wrist and bit into it. Remy just watched her as she drank from him. It wasn't long before she began to take too much. She was too strong and he had too much trouble getting her off. When he finally managed to, he incidentally flung her into a wall.

She stared at him intently, undamaged, licking her lips wanting so much more. He stood up and made his way to her, helping her up.

"Rogue?" came a voice at the end of the alley way. It was her friends with Pietro forcefully in tow. Rogue didn't look like herself at all. She looked at them with a hunger, unknown to even them. Remy just smiled. He knew at that moment, she was his.

NEED

Rogue hissed, showing her fangs, almost unrecognizable to her friends. She could hardly hear a word any of them were saying over the sound that concentrated itself in her ears. It was the sound of their hearts pumping blood through their bodies. The sound became louder and more frequent with their concern and fear. It was utterly beautiful, it only enticed her more, making her hunger grow.

Unsure that she really wanted her friend coming so close to her, Wanda raised a hand, stopping Rogue dead in her tracks. Wanda did not want to hurt her, but couldn't exactly understand what was going on. What had that man done to her? For a moment, her mind wondered as she looked through the alley, finding that he was gone. Looking back at Rogue, the girl before her had a dangerous smile and had raised her eyebrow.

"What did he do to you Rogue? What's going on?"

"Who did what?" All three of the women were getting scared, but doing their best not to show it. Whatever this guy was couldn't take on all three of them, could he? Maybe that's why he left so quickly.

"Something's wrong." Emma pointed out.

"No kiddin'." Wanda explained.

"No, I can't read her mind."

"What do you mean; I thought you were a damn telepath?"

"It's like there's more than one presence in there. Plus she's trying to block me out." Wanda held back her chuckle.

"Thought you were better than that."

"It's worse, look, there's something over there." Betsy pointed out, but couldn't quite make out what it was from so far away.

"And I don't feel any other presence nearby."

"So, go check it out." Wanda exclaimed.

"Why do I have to do it?" Betsy asked.

"You can defend yourself."

"So can Emma." Emma sighed, not being able to understand how any of them got along sometimes.

"I'll do it." Emma walked over to where Betsy had pointed out, and quickly gasped.

"She's dead."

"As in Rogue absorbed her?"

"Dead as in dead. Absorption's possible, but this woman was drained over her blood. There's bite marks on her." Rogue then began to thrash around, trying to get out of the Scarlet Witch's grasp as she laughed manically. Something swooped down right behind Betsy, just as Emma turned around. Emma screamed as soon as she saw his fangs, along with those eyes. She had seen those eyes before. He quickly grabbed Betsy. Just before he was able to bite, Wanda flung him away from her with her free hand.

"This is getting ridiculous!" Wanda called out.

"We have to get out of here." Emma told her as she ran back over to them in a panic.

"We can't leave her here with him. She's our friend." Wanda said looking at Rogue for a moment.

"It's too late for her."

"What do you mean?"

"She's a vampire."

"What do you mean a vampire? There's no such thing."

"Yeah this guy is just some weird mutant." Betsy added to the argument.

"No, I've seen him before."

"Where?"

"This isn't the place to explain. We need to go!"

"Not without Rogue!"

"Je desole chere, but da femme, she's comin' wit me." All three women quickly turned to see the man before them. Handsome and scary were too kind to say about this man. He was alluring, screaming sex appeal, and yet was obviously a huge threat. Wanda lifted her hand to send him flying into another wall, but something stopped her. She couldn't move, not even to look away from his eyes. Wanda just stood there in a trance, as she let go of her hold on Rogue. Emma quickly changed into her diamond form and Betsy hand glowed, causing a weapon to form.

"Wanda." Betsy called out to her. But Wanda was hardly there.

Emma, get her out of here. Betsy insisted telepathically.

What about you?

I can handle myself luv. What was the point in getting these skills I don't use them? Go!

Emma went to grab Wanda, but Rogue stopped her.

"Rogue please, this isn't you." Then she noticed how Rogue's eyes changed from green to blue, and then green again.

"What would you know 'bout who I am? Not like ya ever really cared." She then flung Emma down the street with hardly any strength. Wanda had fallen down on the ground, just recovering from her daze, seeing Rogue hovering before her.

"Rogue?" the woman before her just smirked evilly. Wanda waved her hand quickly, shoving Rogue far away from her as she quickly made it back to her car.

During this time, it was Remy who was circling Betsy. She watched him closely, trying to avert her look from his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying this. Betsy wasn't sure who threw the first punch. She was running off of every instinct she had, other than the one that said run for her life. It didn't take long for him to overpower her, although he was quite impressed with the fight she put up. He held her from behind, easily pulling her head to one side, giving easy access to her neck. Just as he looked as if he was about to bite her, he pulled away, and Rogue bit into her.

Just as Wanda and Emma had caught up to one another, they heard Betsy's scream. They both stood there looking at one another, unknowing what to do or to say. Finally they both jumped into Wanda's car and began to drive. They drove for a while in complete silence. Finally, Wanda spoke up.

"What the hell was that?"

"We need to get to Kurt."

"Obviously, his sister has gone nuts."

"No, it's more serious than that. I've seen that man before."

"Seen him?"

"Long story. But if she's dealing with him, she obviously in trouble."

"She is trouble! Didn't you see how she turned on us? She had fangs!"

"That's my point!" Wanda went against her own instincts of getting out of town as fast as possible and headed towards Kurt's church.

Meanwhile, it had just occurred to Rogue what had just happened. But it was too late for Betsy.

"What have I done?" she cried out.
"Chere, Remy told you dat you should come wit him, especially if you don't want to hurt anyone else."

"Go with you? Back to that mad house? If it wasn't for ya, I wouldn't have hurt anyone." Remy walked over to her and grabbed her arm, but she easily pulled away.

"Rogue, it's for da best. You have to see dat," he told her calmly. He saw a tear fall down her cheek just before she turned away from him. He quickly maneuvered himself so that he was in front of her and wiped the tear from her face.

"If you ever want to leave, I won't stop you. But you should come wit me," he told her as he stared into her eyes.

"You been doin' dis alone too long. You can't fight it, it only make things worse."

"You could have stopped me." He smirked at her.

"Remy never get in da way of what dis femme wants." Sadness overwhelmed her. She was evil; she just killed one of her closest friends, after killing a woman that she had never met before tonight. Rogue wasn't sure how much of this she could handle anymore. Where else would she go? What if she did this again? What if it was to Kurt? She slowly nodded her head as Remy took her hand and lead the way.

They walked in silence the whole way there, but she knew that he was smirking and staring at her. It was odd how he made her feel so uncomfortable and yet comfortable at the same time. She didn't know what she was supposed to expect when she re-entered that place he called home. Into that place he wanted her to call home. Did he treat them all like this, or just her? Her mind filled with so many questions, but none that she felt she could ask at the moment. Was he really centuries old? What was so special about her? She just kept hearing that scream from the two women she had killed that night. It rang over and over in her head, making her feel so much guiltier.

Something in her had enjoyed it all. The evil in her had won. What good was she now? What was her real worth, other than to this man who stalked her through the night, trying so hard to get her to come back? As they reached the house, little did Rogue know that there was something happening in that alley way. Betsy slowly pulled herself off of the ground groaning with some pain. She slipped a little bit, so she grabbed the wall, weaker than her usual self. She went over to the dead woman's body, picked her up with all that was left of her strength, and walked in the opposite direction that Rogue and Remy had taken.