***** Disclaimer in Part One*****
Continues directly from part 4.
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Atlanta, Georgia
Angleman Residence
Three stealthy figures crept inside the perimeter of the pre-Civil war mansion. The smaller female led her two companions with quick steps. None of them were worried about the security cameras around the grounds, as their images wouldn't show up anyway. Steffon and Angie had been impressed with how quickly their little fledgling had adapted to her supernatural abilities.
True enough Rogue had superhuman strength and the ability to fly before the transfer, but she had adjusted to reading minds, communicating telepathically and moving unnaturally fast unless she thought about it within a day. Rogue had embraced a more aggressive demeanor than she'd had when she was alive. The state of mind in which one decided to become a vampire greatly affected their attitude in the transcended state.
Rogue was coming along beautifully in their estimation. She hadn't fed since the night of the transformation due to the high potency of her blood. But tonight she was hungry and had a meal in mind. Steffon and Angie had agreed to accompany her on her first night out, for moral support, and to see just how powerful their girl really was. Rogue signaled the other two to fly with her. She was sure the bedroom she was looking for was on the second floor.
A small balcony with a glass door was where Rogue chose her entry. She pulled the glasscutter from her pocked and set to work. Being careful not to make a sound, Marie pulled the round piece through the new hole and threw it behind her. Gloves on her hands took care of possible fingerprints. Rogue unlocked the door from the inside and stepped into what looked like a bedroom.
Judging from the interior, and the size it was most likely a master bedroom. A quick scan of the room with her keen eyes located the object of the night's journey. Rogue turned back to see if Steffon and Angie had followed her and found them looking pleased with her and nodding towards the bed.
She swooped onto the sleeping object, pulled back her lips and plunged her fangs into the neck. Thick, red liquid filled her mouth and she feasted hungrily. Her subject awoke, spluttering and screaming. Rogue pulled back from the entry in the neck and placed one hand over her mouth; the other retrieved the liter from her pocked, which she used to swiftly cauterize the wound. "So, you're the asshole who wants to register mutants?" Rogue glared at the middle-aged woman.
"If I take my hand away, are you going to scream, or are you going to place nice?"
The good senator nodded her head. "Good?" Rogue questioned to be sure.
A single nod and Rogue let the woman go.
"What are you?" Senator Angleman asked in a shaky voice.
"A better person that you are." Rogue growled at her.
"Oh God" Lori Angleman moaned as she touched her bloody and burnt neck.
"I didn't take enough to kill you, for now you're of some use. I want you to retract your bill. Get your people to vote the other way. Or I will track you down and kill you-slowly." Rogue hissed.
Lori Angleman stared up in horror at the creature on top of her. Surely it couldn't be quite human. The womanly figure had very pale skin, dark, dangerous eyes and strangely colored hair. Two white streaks dominated the front of what was otherwise dark brown hair. For some reason, she looked oddly familiar. Lori was so caught up in observing her attacker that she failed to notice two other beings in the shadows of her room.
"Remember, if this bill passes, you die." Rogue warned and abruptly got off of Lori. She, Steffon and Angie disappeared into the night. They were gone long before the ambulance pulled up at Senator Angleman's house.
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Westchester, New York
It had taken Charles and Scott thirty minutes to talk Logan out of leaving. It hadn't been an easy task, and Charles had had to play his trump card. He'd agreed to tell Logan where Rogue was last located if he would wait for a few days. Scott had talked Logan into traveling with him instead of taking off by himself. Logan had acknowledged him by saying "three eyes are better than two" settling the matter.
It had been two days since the last time Charles had been able to contact the young woman, and Scott and Logan each had their bags packed. They'd been persuaded to take the school Suburban in favor of Scott's twin motorcycles. Scott's visor was suspicious looking enough, and he and Logan needed to blend into the background as best they could on a manhunt like the one they were about to undertake.
"Logan, did Rogue ever tell you about the kinds of places she'd stayed, the things she'd done on the road?" Scott asked.
Logan took in a sharp breath and a thoughtful expression crossed his face. He thought back to that day which seemed like a lifetime ago in his truck. He'd picked up the young girl and had taken a well, liking wasn't quite the word, but she didn't annoy the shit out of him. She was obviously full of piss and vinegar sassing a man she knew very well had six foot long claws in his arms. Curiosity had gotten the better of him.
"How long have you been on the road kid?"
"What month is it?"
"November."
"Eight."
"That's a long time for anybody to be out on the road, let alone a young girl."
"You learn tricks." She'd drawled quietly, "Learn how to hide pretty well. How did you find me? I've hidden like that before, and they never find me."
"I've got good senses." Was all he'd said.
He sat for awhile and thought about what she'd said about hiding. "Why didn't you just hitch?"
"You said yourself the road is a dangerous place. I never hitched with a person unless I had thought the worse that would happen was that I'd be kicked off. Jensen and you are the only two who have ever found me, and invited me into the cab. Besides, people, and not to knock your gender, but men expect things. Things I'm not willing to give."
"I don't expect anything kid, understand? But, what if it was the only way to survive."
"Then I guess I wouldn't survive. I want to live, but not like that. There are worse things than death." Rogue finished.
Logan was a bit taken aback by a 17 year old speaking so pragmatically. However he understood how it felt to be used, and he agreed to her.
"I get you kid." He'd told her softly.
She nodded and the two fell into a rather comfortable silence.
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"Logan?" Scott asked expectantly.
He rolled his neck until it popped; the memories had brought on a headache. "She'll be hard to find Scooter. Rogue's damn good at hiding and she knows it."
"We'll find her," Scott said seriously.
"I know. Let's head out to find her tomorrow morning alright?"
"We'll get the directions and the name of the town from Charles tonight. We will find her Logan, don't worry." Scott said, trying to reassure himself and Logan at the same time.
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