She had taken on a grotesque form, lacking any resemblance to human. She looked more like an aqua colored demon than the mutant student he had been teaching. The boy she was feeding off of, a fourteen year old by the name of Shawn, continued to kiss her as if nothing had happened. Remy had the strange suspicion he had no clue that she had changed period.
And then it all made sense. The girl fed on emotion, and he guessed that lust was the strongest and easiest for her to feed upon. The pheremones brought the boys to her, lustful and wanting. They were there for the taking, and once they were in her room they became easy prey. Yet, despite all this, Remy was relieved. She wasn't hurting them, she was doing something that was necessary for her to survive. The men walked away thinking they had gotten sex, she walks away with the ability to live another day. There was no lasting damage, so Remy felt no reason to stay there. Though, he'd have the Professor talk to her about picking single candidates next time...
Shaking his head as the two hadn't even noticed him enter, he turned and left the room. He hadn't gone more than three steps when a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
"Come here...I want to show you something..."
Kylie grasped his hand gently, leading him up the stairs towards the very top of the mansion. She offered him no explanations as to where they were going, she just led him ever higher until they reached an empty room. Even then, she didn't speak, just crossed over to the window, and with great effort pried it open.
"Don't be shy. Come over here..." She climbed through the window onto the ledge even as she spoke.
Remy watched her for a moment before he shrugged.
"Whateva yo' say Petite..."
He walked over to the window, and upon climbing out of it a gasp caught in his throat at the sight that met him.
He could see forever, and the scene was beautiful. Snow glistened in the moon light, covering everything in sight like a blanket of cotton. The stars in the sky twinkled and winked at him as he stared in astonishment at the breath taking scenery. The lake was frozen over, as still as his empty heart only....
His heart didn't feel so empty anymore.
"I always used to think that moon looked lonely up there in the sky...." Kylie whispered, bringing Remy out of his reverie.
"Why yo' say dat petite? It's got lots o' stars t'keep it company..."
"The stars have each other. Things that are the same as each other. People take comfort in things that are like them...The moon's alone. Don't you think the stars are cruel to the moon? It's sometimes invisable...hiding from their criticism..."
"Why do Remy get d'feelin' yo' ain' jus' talkin' abou' de moon cherie?"
Kylie fell silent for a moment, contemplating the best way to answer him. It was only when he touched her arm did she snap out of her daze.
"Maybe I am...subconciously..."
"Well, yo' know what Remy t'inks? Remy t'inks dat de moon is de best o' dem all. De moon is so beautiful dat she be in charge o' de stars, and dey shine fo' her..."
"You're not talking about the moon, are you?"
"Non, petite. Remy's not just talkin' about dat moon. He be talkin' abou' you..."
The kiss happened before he could focus on exactly what he was doing. It was soft and sweet, the kind that one would reserve for someone they truly admired. It was innocent enough to be enjoyable, though not the type he would have given a great aunt. Yet...
She pulled away, looking almost frightened by what had happened. Before Remy could stop her, she was gone. Black hair trailing behind her as she ran inside, leaving just Remy out there. Remy, and the moon as it was covered by clouds.
And then it all made sense. The girl fed on emotion, and he guessed that lust was the strongest and easiest for her to feed upon. The pheremones brought the boys to her, lustful and wanting. They were there for the taking, and once they were in her room they became easy prey. Yet, despite all this, Remy was relieved. She wasn't hurting them, she was doing something that was necessary for her to survive. The men walked away thinking they had gotten sex, she walks away with the ability to live another day. There was no lasting damage, so Remy felt no reason to stay there. Though, he'd have the Professor talk to her about picking single candidates next time...
Shaking his head as the two hadn't even noticed him enter, he turned and left the room. He hadn't gone more than three steps when a hand grabbed his arm, spinning him around.
"Come here...I want to show you something..."
Kylie grasped his hand gently, leading him up the stairs towards the very top of the mansion. She offered him no explanations as to where they were going, she just led him ever higher until they reached an empty room. Even then, she didn't speak, just crossed over to the window, and with great effort pried it open.
"Don't be shy. Come over here..." She climbed through the window onto the ledge even as she spoke.
Remy watched her for a moment before he shrugged.
"Whateva yo' say Petite..."
He walked over to the window, and upon climbing out of it a gasp caught in his throat at the sight that met him.
He could see forever, and the scene was beautiful. Snow glistened in the moon light, covering everything in sight like a blanket of cotton. The stars in the sky twinkled and winked at him as he stared in astonishment at the breath taking scenery. The lake was frozen over, as still as his empty heart only....
His heart didn't feel so empty anymore.
"I always used to think that moon looked lonely up there in the sky...." Kylie whispered, bringing Remy out of his reverie.
"Why yo' say dat petite? It's got lots o' stars t'keep it company..."
"The stars have each other. Things that are the same as each other. People take comfort in things that are like them...The moon's alone. Don't you think the stars are cruel to the moon? It's sometimes invisable...hiding from their criticism..."
"Why do Remy get d'feelin' yo' ain' jus' talkin' abou' de moon cherie?"
Kylie fell silent for a moment, contemplating the best way to answer him. It was only when he touched her arm did she snap out of her daze.
"Maybe I am...subconciously..."
"Well, yo' know what Remy t'inks? Remy t'inks dat de moon is de best o' dem all. De moon is so beautiful dat she be in charge o' de stars, and dey shine fo' her..."
"You're not talking about the moon, are you?"
"Non, petite. Remy's not just talkin' about dat moon. He be talkin' abou' you..."
The kiss happened before he could focus on exactly what he was doing. It was soft and sweet, the kind that one would reserve for someone they truly admired. It was innocent enough to be enjoyable, though not the type he would have given a great aunt. Yet...
She pulled away, looking almost frightened by what had happened. Before Remy could stop her, she was gone. Black hair trailing behind her as she ran inside, leaving just Remy out there. Remy, and the moon as it was covered by clouds.