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A/N: Italics indicate memories. Please review if any have any request or ideas for the following chapters. Hope all enjoy.

To also continue with the whole age thing Rogue is now 16 while Remy is 18.

The night was muggy and stale like many Louisiana nights. Many people where out and about drinking and dancing their money and lives away. Rogue silently maneuvered her way through the thickening crowds as she followed a group who would eventually with out suspicion lead her to her target.

Inside a smoky club Rogue easily found the infamous Remy Lebeau lounging in a booth in the far corner of the club. A blonde on each arm, drink in hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

Walking to the bar Rogue ordered a crown straight on the rocks and watched her prey from the bar.

Remy Lebeau noticed the strange looking woman the moment she entered the club. White streaks in her short chopped hair and flashing green eyes made his wonder why she was alone. He watched as she walked towards the bar and orders some kind of shot. Something about her intrigued him beyond anything he could ever remember.

"Excuse-moi mon chére (excuse me my darling)," Remy said as he stood up from the booth and made his way towards the bar.

"Ya know chére you be the only fille in this place dat Remy has yet to meet," Remy said his accent dripping with Cajun spice.

"Maybe that's because ah ain't from around here sugar," Rogue said to him using her accent as a weapon.

It was the same game they always played with each other. Pretend not to know one another one and then the other would lean over and whisper the location of where they would be meeting for the evening and then they would meet back up with in the next hour at the location.

"Den let Remy get to know ya," Remy said with a wicked smile as he orders her another drink.

"Why?" Rogue asked suspiciously.

"Because you be tres bell and Remy always knows the filles in dis town," Rogue looked at his with deep skepticism and thought that if Marius didn't want him killed she would be glad to.

"Ya know you're kinda full of yourself," Rogue said with a smirk taking a sip of her drink.

"Dat is what a lot of femme say petite," Remy said as he leaned over and whispered their next location into her ear. She smiled sadly thinking that tonight was the night she would have to say goodbye.

Watching him walk back over to the two blondes Rogue sighed thinking of why she had to let him go tonight.

Rogue was third in line as she followed the bride's maids down the isle. Today was Remy's and Bella's wedding and Rogue was doing everything in her power to not cry. She was wearing a beautiful green silk dress that outlined her figured beautifully. Bella had done a beautiful job picking out individual dresses for each of her bride's maids.

As Rogue approached the alter she looked up from the white flower arrangement she had been holding to look into the already staring eyes of her lover. There he was dressed in a tuxedo, hair done perfectly and wearing the gloves she had given him the Christmas before. She smiled at him thinking back to that night. But when she looked up into his eyes again she could tell he wasn't staring at his bride to be but at her.

His gaze never left hers as she walked slowly up the isle, until he had to look at Bella to continue the ceremony. As the ceremony progressed, silent tears streamed down Rogue's eyes, many people will later tell the story of Rogue crying out of compassion for her sister and not from a broken heart.

When the bride to be and groom turned to face each other Rogue watched as Remy looked from Bella to her and heard him sigh as he saw her look away from him. Hurt by the fact neither could tell of their love for each other. In almost six months the two had secretly fallen madly in love with one another.

"Do you Belladonna Marie Boudreaux take Remy Etienne Lebeau to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold in sickness and in health?" The preacher asked Bella in his monotone voice.

However before Belladonna could answer the good preacher Julian decided that at that moment he would make his appearance and challenge Remy to a duel. Rogue had never been happier in her whole life. The marriage was never completed and with the sudden death of Julian it was never to be.

Thirty minutes later Rogue left the bar and made her way towards Remy's apartment. Only appropriate that they should end things where they started. When she arrived she took out her personal key Remy had given her two months before the wedding. Turning the key she sighed hoping she had the courage to say goodbye.

Rogue walked into the familiar place, many of her personal things littered the small apartment. Pictures of them doing various things for various occasions where framed and hung every where. She even had her own personal wardrobe here. She wondered through the apartment dragging her fingers across various items some making her smile others making her sad.

Rogue made her way towards the bedroom where several passionate nights where spent entwined in each others arms. Sitting on the bed Rogue pulled out a jewel crested dagger. A personal favorite of the deceased Julian and the weapon of choice she was supposed to use. The irony in the whole situation made her grin sadly.

"Ya know Remy think dat you look tres bell tonight petite," Remy said as he entered the apartment knowing she waiting for him already.

"Ya know you creep meh out every time ya do that ya know?" Rogue said as felt him enter the room.

"Oui dat's why Remy do it, gotta keep ya on your toes," Remy said as he flipped on the light in the dark room.

"Remy," Rogue said as she lifted her head up to look him in the eyes.

"Somethin' wrong chere?" Remy asked as he watched her. Rogue lifted Julian's dagger to her face and played with it, watching the light dancing from the gems that decorated he hilt of it.

"Dey picked ya ta do dis ol' Cajun in didn't day?" Remy asked Rogue who effortlessly through the knife into one of the walls.

"You have to leave Rem's and never come back, you have to disappear," Rogue said as she looked him in the eyes, standing up from her position on the bed.

"Come with me petite," Remy asked her as he moved closer to her.

"Ah can't leave Remy and you know that," Rogue said firmly.

"Someone has to confirm your death," Rogue said to him as she edged closer towards him. Remy took her hand and pulled her up against his chest looking down at her. This was their one last night to say goodbye and to always remember.

A/N: Yes I know Cliff hanger! But I had to; it ended this chapter up so lovely. Anyways, I promise that the next one will be much longer than this one and will have a lot more action in it than all of this fluffy romance junk. So be patient and you get to see Rogue kick some ass in the up coming chapters. I promise.

And of course I would like to thank my readers and my reviewers for their dedication in this story. It helps me write faster and work quickly!