I am sorry that I took so long to post this chapter. As I had mentioned in my other fan fiction 'Living for the present' I had lost all my fan fiction in my PC and was discourage and lost the momentum to continue writing. But it is also because I have been quite busy lately. I hope that I will be able to finish writing where I have started. I know it is rather frustrating to read a story midway and anticipating an ending. And for those who have been waiting to read this chapter, I hope you'd enjoy it.
Midnight Wait: Chapter 10She found herself running through an unfamiliar alley. It was dark. She couldn't even see her hands in front yet she seems to know her way around. She had no idea where she was heading but she was worried and had a sense of urgency. That was all she felt but what made her felt that way? Her legs carried her until the end where the alley met the common street. As she emerged out of the darkness to the dimly lit street, she could make out three male figures.
Two men stood side by side. The shorter one with black hair had his hands on the other man's shoulders. The other was auburn, wearing a trench coat. "Remy" she found herself whispering his name and her eyes trailed down from his body to his hand, which he held an object. Her eyes grew wide when she saw him holding a bloodied knife. Her eyes shifted to another man sprawled on the ground. "Julien!" she screamed and ran towards him. All her fears had turned to anger and hatred.
"Mon Dieu! Julien!" she reached over to feel for his pulse. Nothing. "Julien Wake up!" tears streaming of her face as she slumped her body on his, palms over his stab wound on the stomach. "Non Julien. Com' back."
"Belle" the familiar husky tone spoke. "It- it was an accident." She felt a hand on her shoulder and shrugged it away.
"Don't touch m'" she hissed.
"Bella –"
"Don't" she was on her knees, her fists clenched. It started to pour. The thick blood was diluted and washed off. She could hear footsteps and voices from the end of the street.
"Come on Remy." She heard the shorter guy spoke. "We gotta go. Th' assassins will be comin'"
"Bella" his voice was pleading. Yet she would not turn around nor spoke of his name.
"Come on." There was more urgency in the other man's voice. She heard a sigh and they were gone. It was cold, she was drenched but her anger and hatred that ran through her veins warmed her.
-.-
A fist was slammed on the desk. "Who did this?" question the man who sat behind his desk. "Was it Remy LeBeau Bella?"
"Non, Pere" she shook her head "He would never do that. He love moi."
"Bella. Y' sure it ain't Remy? Y' not lyin' fo' him?" the man asked, now stood beside her with his hands on her shoulder.
"Non, Pere. It b' th' truth" the man gave a sigh.
"If y' say so Bella."
-.-
She stood in front of the full-length mirror and saw herself in a wedding gown. Her blonde long hair now tied to a bun with a veil. The door creaked open.
"Y' look beautiful" the man she called father stood behind her. "Y' ready?" She nodded.
"Do you Remy LeBeau take Belladonna Boudreaux as your lawfully wedded wife, to cherish and hold through health and sickness till death do you part?" the priest asked
"I do" Remy said, smiling to his beautiful bride.
"And do you Belladona Boudreaux take Remy LeBeau as you lawfully wedded husband, to cherish and hold through health and sickness till death do you part?" the priest waited for her reply.
She looked up at the man standing in front of her and met his beautiful eyes. She could she that he was happy, but she wasn't. She hated the man. She gave a slow smile. "I do"
"And you may kiss the bride" Their lips met, just briefly and she pulled away.
-.-
The fabric beneath her was smooth and cooling. The room was lit by light emitted from the candles, which gives a romantic ambiance, perfect for the newly wed. She was lying on the bed by her side waiting for her husband, the knife safely tucked beneath the pillow under her head. She heard the footsteps outside, followed by the slow turn of the doorknob. She closed her eyes, regulated her breathing and pretended to sleep. She felt the other side of the mattress sunk in, indicating that he was beside her.
"Bella? Y' asleep mon amour?" The man asked. She made no reply. "The weddin' must have tire y'" She felt him stroking the length of her arms. Then there was a sigh. "I'm glad that y' believe in moi. Y' have no idea how difficult for moi since that accident. I was afraid to lose y' Bella" Still she made no response. "Je t'aime" He kissed her forehead. "Bonne nite"
She waited for few hours before she was sure that he was asleep. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his breathing. Once it fell into a deep, slow rhythm, she slipped her hand under her pillow for her knife. It was gone. She panicked for a moment and was frantically looking for it under her pillow.
"Lookin' for this Bella?" she spun around to see him holding the object she was looking for. "Y' don't feel safe on our weddin' night in a house full 'f thieves and assassins?" His eyes flashed red. Was it hurt or anger she wasn't sure but she could no longer play the game. It was too much for her.
"Why Bella? I thought y' love moi." His voice was hurt; she could hear it held so much pain and betrayal. She laughed.
"Could I love a man who killed mon frere?" Her eyes grew dark "chair de ma chair? je te déteste" It seems ages that they stared into each others eyes, trying to read each other. Then he was off the bed, put on his clothing and walked towards the door.
"I'll get the divorce paper done" he spoke as he opened the door. He threw the knife to the bed, which landed perfectly beside her. As he walked out, she threw the knife and it landed on the doorframe, barely missing his neck. It caused him to stop. "Nice throw but it didn't land on Remy Chere" He did not turn to speak to her and simply closed the door behind.
-.-
It had been two days since Rogue was switched. Remy had been by her side most of the time. He had been having nightmare of his own. Every time he woke up beside her, he would jump away from her as he saw Belladonna instead of Rogue. It would take him a few seconds to realize the situation. Sometimes he hated to hold her seeing her in a different body. But when he closed his eyes and held her hands in his, he was happy – Happy that he and Rogue could finally touch, happy that even all these happened, she is still alive.
"Remy" Rogue barely whispered.
"Rogue" Remy came closer and hoped she would wake up as he stroke her cheeks.
"Julien" He froze at the name."Don't" it was a whimper. She was having nightmare, not of her own.
"Rogue" Remy called. "Wake up"
"Non Pere" it was another whimper. All her words made him nervous. The Med Lab door opened. Hank, Logan, Kitty and Kurt came in.
"Hank, will she b' al'right?" he asked when he saw Hank inserting some kind of serum into the tube that was attached to her hands.
"She is still in shock. This will help her relax in her sleeping state. Hopefully, she will wake up tomorrow."
Ok these are the translation. By the way, I never learn, nor do I speak French. It's all taken from some English-French translation dictionary website. Please don't sue me if it is wrong! I literally took it word for word.
Chair de ma chair? - my own flesh and blood.
Je te deteste - I hate you