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Chapter 2 part 2

Guilt Trip

Re call of last episode chapter whatever

"Chere dats still notin t' hide over"

She stepped into the light, he gasped

She was taller; her shirt was in shreds barely hanging from her muscular form. Her skin had turned a rich tan, her hair had grown down to her back, and her teeth were sharp like a vampire. Ears sprouted from her head like a wolf, her other ears had disappeared. Her hands were claw like, while her feet resembled talons. Mounted on her back was a pair of blood red wings.

"Oh Chere"

She sunk back into the corner

"Go awah"

Rogue said turning away from him.

"Chere"

He walked over to her sitting behind her.

"Der be notin wrong wit d' way y' look"

"Ya'll jus sayin that"

Rogue said scooting away from him.

"Non it makes y' even more mysterious"

Remy said waggling his eyebrows.

"Not what ah was aiman fah"

Rogue said dejected.

"Den what y' aimen fo?'"

Remy inquired leaning in for the answer.

"Ya'll really think ahm gonna tell ya?"

Rogue asked laughing sarcastically.

"Why not?"

Remy asked innocently.

"Cause ya'll tha enemah ah shouldn evan be talking ta ya"

Rogue said looking into his eyes.

"Chere no one care we all got a common enemy now"

Remy said shrugging his shoulders.

"Don call mah chere ahm no dear! Jus a demon"

Rogue shouted turning away from him again.

"Sometimes demons are angels in disguise"

He said as he lifted her chin up to wipe her tears away, he looked into her eyes they were a stunning ruby red. She stared right back into his eyes getting lost in the emotion that swirled around them. Remy leaned in a little closer.

"Ya'll mus bah a fallan angel"

"Sometin like dat"

He closed the space between them locking lips with her. Rogue melted to his touch. A pain suddenly shot through her head, she collapsed breaking the kiss.

"Chere?"

Concern was evident in his voice

"The voices make them stop the voices"

She passed out; he picked her up and laid her on the bed. He looked around and snuck back into his cell. It was pointless to try and escape, there were to many guards he would have to free everyone and that would take to long. He lay down on his cot consumed by thoughts of his chere, yeah his chere.

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A/N: The French is probably wrong but I don't want to get up and check it so if you know what it is supposed to be correct it in your head or read over it, and if you don't well then you're good to go!hand motion