Title: The Blood of Roses
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters! I am not doing this for profit so please do not
sue me!
Darkness penetrated the entire building. It was a thick and musty darkness, and it
suffocated the entire structure. Remy LeBeau sat hidden in this impenetrable cloak.
He lost. The thoughts that had tormented his mind, the fantasies that had sweetened his
dreams, the fears that had haunted his reality; they needed to be forgotten. There was no need to
cling to hopes and concerns so intangible. His past had spawned his present. There was no one
to blame but himself.
"She does this to you every time," the deep, alto voice drifted in from the doorway.
He slowly cast his glance in her direction. Her glassy eyes and pale mane glinted in the
scanty amount of starlight. She sauntered over to where he was seated and weightlessly perched
beside him.
"Why did you return, Remy? When you left my mind was finally at ease. You were free
from her grasp."
"Ya don' understand, 'Ro. 'S not that easy."
"She is poison to you. What more is there to understand?"
His red eyes flared and met her pale orbs in the blackness. "Oxygen is poison to the body
too, no? But we still need it ta survive."
"Why do you still need her? She's left you broken so many times. Why would this time
be any different?"
"Jus' like Ah said, mah belle. Ya don' understand it. Or her fo' that matter. Ah know her
like nobody else ever has or ever will. But don't worry, chere. Ya tired mind can stop worryin'
'bout ol' Remy. She don' want me no more. Doesn't mean that Ah'll stop lovin' her. Jus'
means Ah'm not allowed to."
With that he rose from his chair and turned to exit the room.
"Don' say nothin' more, chere. Ah don' wanna hear it. You an Ah both know, 's better
this way," his voice was shallow and frozen. Cool as ice.
The soft yellow glow of the lamp flickered as Rogue padded across the room. Her pale
pink, satin nightdress danced about her legs as she stepped off onto the balcony and into the
night. Her hair was clasped in a soft, half pony tail and the gentle breeze cast loose strands about
her face. The moon was a pale silver color that night. It was just a small sliver of light,
blanketed by the deep navy sky. She grasped the cold steel railing and closed her eyes to the
brisk night air.
She longed to take flight. To escape the labyrinth that had overtaken her mind. If only
she could simply get lost in the cool emptiness of the night. If only she could plainly exist and
listen solely to the mournful cries of the wind
She was crooning. There was a lover once, no, a pair of lovers. But something tainted
their affections. Something separated the two. It was a crime so malicious that the wind still
sings their song. The wind grieves for joy. She laments love. She cannot forget time that was
lost so long ago.
The glassy world around her was suddenly shattered as Joseph's warm arms encased her.
His lean frame pressed against her back and the warmth his body generated was enough awaken
her sense of reality.
"Ready for bed?" he whispered gently in her ear and softy grazed his lips over her neck.
She scarcely nodded and he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the room.
They made love that night. As the midnight breeze entered their room he held her in his
arms. Long after Joseph had fallen asleep, she remained awake. She watched the open balcony
door. The white chiffon curtains danced restlessly about the doorframe. They danced to the
endless song of the wind.
by: Satine16
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters! I am not doing this for profit so please do not
sue me!
Darkness penetrated the entire building. It was a thick and musty darkness, and it
suffocated the entire structure. Remy LeBeau sat hidden in this impenetrable cloak.
He lost. The thoughts that had tormented his mind, the fantasies that had sweetened his
dreams, the fears that had haunted his reality; they needed to be forgotten. There was no need to
cling to hopes and concerns so intangible. His past had spawned his present. There was no one
to blame but himself.
"She does this to you every time," the deep, alto voice drifted in from the doorway.
He slowly cast his glance in her direction. Her glassy eyes and pale mane glinted in the
scanty amount of starlight. She sauntered over to where he was seated and weightlessly perched
beside him.
"Why did you return, Remy? When you left my mind was finally at ease. You were free
from her grasp."
"Ya don' understand, 'Ro. 'S not that easy."
"She is poison to you. What more is there to understand?"
His red eyes flared and met her pale orbs in the blackness. "Oxygen is poison to the body
too, no? But we still need it ta survive."
"Why do you still need her? She's left you broken so many times. Why would this time
be any different?"
"Jus' like Ah said, mah belle. Ya don' understand it. Or her fo' that matter. Ah know her
like nobody else ever has or ever will. But don't worry, chere. Ya tired mind can stop worryin'
'bout ol' Remy. She don' want me no more. Doesn't mean that Ah'll stop lovin' her. Jus'
means Ah'm not allowed to."
With that he rose from his chair and turned to exit the room.
"Don' say nothin' more, chere. Ah don' wanna hear it. You an Ah both know, 's better
this way," his voice was shallow and frozen. Cool as ice.
The soft yellow glow of the lamp flickered as Rogue padded across the room. Her pale
pink, satin nightdress danced about her legs as she stepped off onto the balcony and into the
night. Her hair was clasped in a soft, half pony tail and the gentle breeze cast loose strands about
her face. The moon was a pale silver color that night. It was just a small sliver of light,
blanketed by the deep navy sky. She grasped the cold steel railing and closed her eyes to the
brisk night air.
She longed to take flight. To escape the labyrinth that had overtaken her mind. If only
she could simply get lost in the cool emptiness of the night. If only she could plainly exist and
listen solely to the mournful cries of the wind
She was crooning. There was a lover once, no, a pair of lovers. But something tainted
their affections. Something separated the two. It was a crime so malicious that the wind still
sings their song. The wind grieves for joy. She laments love. She cannot forget time that was
lost so long ago.
The glassy world around her was suddenly shattered as Joseph's warm arms encased her.
His lean frame pressed against her back and the warmth his body generated was enough awaken
her sense of reality.
"Ready for bed?" he whispered gently in her ear and softy grazed his lips over her neck.
She scarcely nodded and he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the room.
They made love that night. As the midnight breeze entered their room he held her in his
arms. Long after Joseph had fallen asleep, she remained awake. She watched the open balcony
door. The white chiffon curtains danced restlessly about the doorframe. They danced to the
endless song of the wind.