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Warning: Character Death.
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"What do you want Logan? I don't have time for your games." Rogue said coolly to the shocked man.
"Scooter, can you give us a minute?" Logan asked, not taking his eyes from Rogue's unreadable face.
"Don't wander too far Scott. There are more." Rogue warned.
"What the fuck happened to you kid! You look like death on a hangover."
"Technically speaking, yes I am dead. Or undead really."
"Shit. There are real vampires."
"Yeah, yeah, shocking. What do you want?"
"I want you to come home Marie."
"Rogue, Marie died, literally." Rogue's lips twisted into a cruel smile.
"The little girl finally bit it, get over it Logan."
"You're not Marie."
"No shit Sherlock, I just told you that. I can see you haven't grown any smarter since the last time I saw you."
"Watch your mouth kid."
"Or what? You'll stab me again? Run away, break my heart repeatedly? There is nothing you can say to me that matters. Don't you get it?"
Logan was too shocked to speak. "That's right Logan, you're all surprised. You never meant to hurt the kid right? Never meant anything I'll bet." Rogue spat.
"I protected you, I saved your ass."
"You saved my body Logan. What you did to my head was 1,000 times worse. You fucked me up real good."
Logan charged at her but Rogue was far too quick for him and he hit the building instead. "Go home Logan. You're wasting my time, and I refuse to spend any more of it on you. Take Scott and get the hell out of my town."
"No Marie, we drove all damn day and I want some answers. What the hell were you thinking turning into this thing?" He asked gesticulating at her.
"Well, I was thinking ohhh I vant to suck ze blood of ze humans."
"Cut the crap."
"Well, sugar. In case you haven't noticed, in this incarnation I can touch whoever I want, whenever I want, and for whatever reason I want" Rogue whispered in his ear before flicking her tongue out and licking his ear.
Logan's body responded involuntarily and he felt the first stirrings of arousal. He noticed for the first time that Rogue wasn't wrapped up in the usual layers he had grown accustomed too. She wore all black. Tight black jeans with a halter-top, a black vinyl jacket and black chunky boots. She was tempting at hell and not his sweet Marie. "What happened to you kid?" He asked, attempting to stir the conversation away from anything remotely sexual.
"No, no no Logan. I can see your thoughts. I never knew you were the chains kinda guy. Then again, it's not too surprising." She taunted.
"Get outta my head Kid" He roared.
"Uh-uh, you lived in my head for years. I saw everything Logan, and I like it."
Logan was shaking with rage by this time, she was pushing all of his buttons and taunting him in a way that was cruel and uncharacteristic for Marie, but he had to remind himself that this- thing wasn't Marie.
"What do you want? I'll ask
you one more time." Rogue said tapping
her feet impatiently.
Logan considered her and was about to answer her when they heard a scream and saw a blast of red light. The two ran full force to the source of the scream and stopped in horror. Rogue wrenched the black robes backward and threw him to Logan who grabbed him. Rogue checked for a pulse but the damage had been done.
"Scott's dead." She announced in a hollow voice.
Logan popped his claws through the vampire's back, and was surprised when he didn't die or turn into a pile of dust. He's seen Buffy do it before.
"You can't kill us with something that's not of the earth." Rogue's voice was dangerous as she approached Logan and the fiend.
The young vampire advanced with a medium sized stick. "Carve the end until its pointy." Rogue told Logan and snatched the hole-riddled vampire into her own hard grasp.
The killer was shaking and with good reason, Logan was menacingly sharpening a stake while Rogue dug her nails into his face and shoulders, drawing blood each time. Finally Logan was done and advanced ready to slam the weapon into the vamp. "Do it slowly Logan, he killed a friend of mine." Rogue hissed.
"Gladly." Logan gritted his teeth.
The vampire howled in pain as Logan ever so slowly turned the stake into his chest in the motion he usually used to operate a screwdriver. Rogue repeatedly slashed at the agonized vampire with her nearly razor sharp nails. It took a solid three minutes to drive the stake home before the fiend gurgled blood out of his mouth indicating he'd finally died-again.
"I don't know what to say Logan. I warned him." Rogue whispered sounding more like Marie than she had in a great while.
"I know kid," he said pulling her into a hug without thinking about it.
The pair stood there for a long time just clinging to one another their earlier argument and cruel words forgotten. For a while they were just Logan and Marie again, grieving over the loss of a fallen friend. Both shed tears, Marie's with a slight tint of red to them, Logan's silent and salty.
"Who was he?" Logan broke the silence.
"I don't know. I've never seen him. I know that some hang out here to feed, but I'd never actually met any of them before." Rogue said in a subdued voice.
"He's gone Logan. He's, Scott's gone. Oh my God."
Logan said nothing as another wave of emotion overtook him.
"Are you going to take him back to the mansion?"
"Yeah. You coming?"
"No. I have work to do." Rogue answered, the cold mask sliding back into place.
"Marie-"
"Rogue." She interrupted.
"Just come back for awhile."
"No Logan."
"What the hell am I supposed to tell everybody?"
"Tell them the truth, tell them I died." Rogue said, glancing at the body of Scott.
"I'll be back for you Marie."
"Ah, words I would have loved to hear years ago. Stay away Logan, you might end up like Scott." She said before disappearing into the night.
Logan cursed her under his breath before setting about the task of carrying away the body of his best friend. He vowed to kill any future vampires he'd run into. But he knew in his heart that killing all in the world still wouldn't erase the pain of what had been taken from him. First Marie, now Scott. Fate had a cruel sense of humor.