MY COMPUTERS BACK! Much rejoicing
Disclaimer: Amieva eats cheese and wears highheels and suspenders. Ignore everything she says...
Amieva: DIE!!!!!
"Wanda! Could you come to the kitchen please?" Ororo called from the bottom of the staircase.
Wanda was up in her room, listening to her angry alternative music and enjoying that favourite miserable feeling that scientists liked to call PMS. She groaned and pushed the stop button on her stereo, closed her Book of Shadows, and went to go see what the overbearing sorceress wanted to tell her off about THIS time.
Bounding loudly down the stairs, almost as if she was trying to announce her arrival, Wanda made her entrance. Ororo was sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Agatha wasn't there, so that meant that whatever she had done was only a minor infraction.
"Where's Agatha and Amanda?" she asked innocently, taking a seat across from Ororo.
"Agatha is visiting her friend, Irene. Amanda is at her gymnastics lesson. But I didn't call you down here to discuss them. I wanted to talk about something that concerns you." Ororo said sternly after taking a sip of her tea. "I received a telephone call from your principal today-"
Wanda scoffed, "how is that different from any other week? Principal Kelly hates me!"
"He says that you had an issue with another student in phys-ed class the other day."
Wanda's brow furrowed. She was trying to remember what her guardian could be talking about.
"Simon Williams? Am I correct?"
She snapped her fingers. "Yeah! That's it! I had an issue with THAT asshole." she exclaimed. She noticed the glare on Ororo's face, and immediately calmed down again. "Oh great, it's the 'don't beat up the guys in your classes' lecture..." she groaned.
"Why can't you control your anger, Wanda?"
"I can control it just fine! It was HIS fault! He had it coming!"
"Your teachers are recommending Anger Management classes. I told them- "
"ANGER MANAGEMENT?!" Wanda stood up from the table, her eyes flashing dangerously. The combination of rage and hormones was a volatile mix, especially when blended with a pinch of teenage-angst.
"I TOLD them that it wasn't necessary, and that I would talk to you about it."
Wanda calmed down again and plopped back into her chair. "So lets talk..."
Ororo smiled. Wanda was actually LISTENING to her for a change! "I'm glad you are not fighting me on this, Wanda." she offered her a plate of biscuits. "Now, there's a meditation that I think might help you with your emotions and violent outbursts."
"Outbursts?" Wanda snorted, taking a cracker off the plate.
Ororo decided to let that slide, for now. Wanda was being semi cooperative. "It's in chapter 7 of your Solitary Study book, under Meditations and Mantras." she brought a paper bag off the floor and set it in front of her. "These are some scented candles I got from the store. They are soothing to the mind. I hope they help."
Wanda took the bag and got up from the table. "Thanks, 'Ro." she left the room quietly.
Ororo sighed. That had actually been pleasant for the most part.
"And you're sure, Irene?" Agatha asked the other old woman sitting across from her. She nodded in response, staring off into nothing.
"Another little girl. She's in Russia. I got the feeling that she had great power within her." the blind woman answered. "But she has been very troubled lately. You need to be careful when you approach her."
Agatha took Irene's hands. "I already have two students. They're all Ororo and I can handle. They're both good girls, but I sometimes worry about Wanda."
Irene frowned. "If you do not reach this girl, then someone else will, and it could mean our demise."
"You have foreseen all of this, Irene?"
"Yes. And I think it best you go back home, my friend. You'll have a new guest by tomorrow evening that you will have to accommodate."
Agatha came home from her tea with Irene, and recounted the story to Ororo.
The four witches were gathered in the living room, watching the late news when Rogue emerged from the basement stairs with a towel wrapped around her head.
"Good evenin' ladies." she greeted cheerfully. She untied the towel and tossed it into the laundry hamper in the hall, then went to find her coat.
Wanda looked over the back of the couch, wondering what the southern vampire was doing. "Where you going, Rogue?"
She popped back into the living room with a hairbrush, and was running it through her long auburn hair with white streaks. "Ah'm goin' back t'the club. Since they took down all that crime-scene tape, Ah figure Ah can git in there an' git a few of my things, if those police ain't taken anythin' already."
"Can we come with-" Amanda was about to say 'you' but stopped her self when she saw the stern look she was getting from Agatha. She gulped. "I'm going upstairs to finish my homework now."
"Not this time, sugah." Rogue laughed. She searched around in her coat pockets until she finally found her key ring. "There you are... Ah'll be back a bit later. Ah'm runnin' low on my reserves, so Ah think Ah'll make a stop at the butcher's."
Agatha nodded. Ororo smiled and said "good luck". But just as Rogue was almost out the door, she heard Wanda distinctly shout "Don't talk to strangers!!!"
She approached her former dwelling place. She nervously reached out and turned the latch on the heavy front door. She pulled the door open with ease and proceeded to glide down the stairs.
What Rogue saw brought tears to her eyes. The whole place had been trashed. The raid, along with the police investigation, had left her beloved club in shambles. Rogue hopped off the second last step and landed gracefully on the floor. Her head was spinning. There was dried blood, garbage, broken glass, she even thought she saw a dismembered finger on the floor. She pushed her way through the mess and over to the door that led to the subbasement - her home.
Unlocking the door, she pushed it open with her shoulder and flicked on the light switch. Another staircase later, she was standing in her room with her things. The police had also managed to ransack this place as well. She noted that a lot of her belongings were missing. She went over to the closet in the corner and opened it. Boxes were open, clothes were left in piles on the floor, and the walls had been smashed by jack hammers. She couldn't live here anymore. She felt her heart clench in anger and despair. She wanted to scream. She wanted to find those Hunters and do away with them for good!
No. Those Hunters were only doing their job. They killed bad vamps and werewolves. Well, they just killed the cursed indiscriminately. They didn't care if you were an outstanding citizen. If you were afflicted with some sort of supernatural power, you were fair prey.
Rogue sat down on her bed, which had been torn to shreds. There were springs sticking out. She sighed heavily, slumped her shoulders, and proceeded to cry.
He'd been on the run for three days straight, not taking any time to stop and feed. This was horrible. He hadn't fed for almost a month. He could feel his energy drain faster and faster with each passing night. But he couldn't stop to rest, however. If he did, then he'd be a sitting duck for the Hunter.
Remy staggered through the ally between two dingy looking buildings, staying close to the wall incase he were to finally teeter and fall over. This was undignified. If he hadn't been on the verge of passing out, the suave Cajun vampire would grumble about the injustice of this whole situation.
"Somewhere, ou' dere, dere be une fille willin' t'let me have a taste. Remy jus' need t'fin' her first..." he grunted, pushing himself to go further. "Remy fin' one of dose gothic teens lookin' t'escape deir pa'ents..."
He finally collapsed infront of a warehouse with a big neon sign hanging precariously off its hinges. 'Virgins Drink Free' it said in bright red letters. Remy smiled weakly. "Dis mus' be heaven-" he forced himself to stand up and open the doors. A wave of recognition hit him as he stumbled through the door. "Anybody here?" he called into the abandoned club. He took an uneasy step forward and tumbled down the stairs.
Before he could say 'sacre bleu!', he was out.
Rogue gasped. She felt the presence of another like her. Her eyes darted around her room. She was alone. That meant that the other vampire was upstairs. She stood and ran up the stairs, stopping at the door.
She took in a deep breath to prepare herself for a possible battle. She really didn't feel like fighting that particular night, having yet to get over the sock of finding her home destroyed.
Rogue cautiously creaked the door open and glanced around the dance floor. She didn't see anybody there... but the feeling in her gut was getting stronger.
She jumped at the sound of a deep groan coming from somewhere near the entrance. Rogue tip-toed over the scattered debris to the staircase that led to the front door. "Ah'm not afraid of killin' ya..." she warned. All she got in was response was inaudible grumbling.
She saw a brown lump on the floor. She slowly knelt down and prodded him with her finger. She didn't get a very energetic response. Rogue pushed the body so that he was laying on his back. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing short, shallow breaths.
"Oh mah god!" Rogue gasped.
He stirred slightly, cracking one eye open. His red eyes rolled and stared straight at her. He smirked weakly, showing a bit of his pointy teeth. "Une ange?" he murmured before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Rogue bit her lip. Of all things to happen, a starving vampire showing up at her doorstep and passing out. Luckily, Rogue had made a stop at the butchers and managed to get an extra order of pig and lamb blood from them. She could afford to share. The problem was, getting the big guy back to Agatha's. She was sure that Ororo would object to having a man in the house, much less another vampire. Well, she was just going to have to hope that this man was willing to follow rules.
Using her enhanced strength, Rogue pulled him up and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders. She proceeded to drag herself, and the limp body, up the stairs and out the front entrance.
The male vampire lay on Rogue's bed in the basement of the Witches' boarding house. Rogue had been trying to revive him. She had tried everything from shaking him to slapping his face to putting his hands in cold water. She had almost given up completely until she thought of trying CPR.
She placed her ear over his heart, just to make sure he was still alive... or rather, undead. It was still beating semi-strongly. If she didn't get blood into him soon, he'd shrivel up and go into hibernation - and there was no guarantee that she'd be able to wake him from that. Rogue frowned, trying to think of how she could get the blood down his throat. She couldn't pour it into his mouth and hope he'd swallow, he could choke. Her best bet was to force it down.
She punctured the sack of fluid with her teeth and drained it into a large drinking glass. She took in a mouthful and bent over his face. His light breathing tickled her skin as she leaned in further. Rogue pried his mouth open and placed her lips to his. She let the blood drain out of her mouth with enough force to encourage his body to accept it and swallow. She heard the tell-tale gulps and smiled. It had worked, but she felt like a mother bird, regurgitating into her babies' mouths. She was going to pull away and get another mouthful of blood, but she felt something snake around her waist and hold her in her position.
Rogue's eyes widened. He was awake! She pushed herself off him and out of his strong hold. She glared at him angrily for touching her like that, but noticed that his eyes were still closed, and his arms flopped down limply again.
He must've just been responding subconsciously. Rogue let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and went up to talk to Agatha.
Remy watched the light grow weaker and weaker. He panicked. If that light went out, that meant that he would die for sure! The background of his dream suddenly flooded with warmth as he started to see red coat the blackness. The light began to grow brighter, and he was bathed in it. He could feel his body start to move. His arms lifted and wrapped themselves around something smooth and comforting, like another person.
But that was short lived, because whatever he had been holding suddenly disappeared, and his arms went back to their original place, at his sides.
He was still weak. He needed more blood before he could get up, but he was fully conscious.
Agatha and Ororo sat at the kitchen table while Rogue explained the situation to them.
"- So y'see, he was starvin', so Ah brought him home an'... He's in the basement, sleepin'." she said nevously.
Ororo scowled in concentration. It was too early to be worrying about vampires in the basement. "So there is a man in the house?" she groaned.
Rogue's fears were true. Ororo would make her kick him out, and her too if she was angry enough. "It's not what you think, 'Ro! He's absolutely harmless right now, and it's almost mornin' so he'll be restin' anyway! Ah'll take care of him myself. Ah won' let him outta my sight!"
Agatha put up her hand to silence Rogue. It made her feel like she was a teenager begging her parents to let her keep a stray cat. "That's quite alright, Rogue. We'll allow him to stay-"
"OH THANK-YOU!" Rogue exclaimed.
"But he will be your responsibility."
Rogue nodded, smiling from ear to ear, and went back to her area of the house.
She planned on showing her charge the alternative to preying on humans. She was hoping to start a revolution of sorts. She certainly was happier with her new life. If she had a partner, then it'd be easier to spread her message.
When Rogue entered her room again, she was shocked to see the man sitting up, leaning against the wall. She smiled in satisfaction, knowing that he was going to survive. But that smile quickly turned around when she remembered what he had said to her in the club. "Une ange" had been what he said. That was French. Rogue learned French when she was young and still human, but she wouldn't be able to remember it for the life of her. "uh... Good mornin'?" she greeted uneasily.
The man smirked. "You speak English, Chere?"
Rogue scowled. "Yes. Ah prob'ly speak it better than you."
He laughed lightly, letting himself fall back on the bed. He stopped laughing as a pained expression came over him. "Dat prob'ly true... It hurts t'laugh."
"Well that's good," she approached him and pulled a blanket up to his chin "ya should be restin'."
He regarded her curiously. "Neve' seen you b'fore. Didn' catch y'name."
"Ah didn't give it to ya." she replied coyly.
"Excuse-moi. I didn' introduce myself proper. M'name Remy. Remy LeBeau."
That sounded familiar to Rogue. She knew she had heard that name before... but where and when?
"Uh, Chere? Y'mind tellin' Remy where he be at least?"
Rogue shook her head. "New York City. Now ya'd better git t'sleep, Mr. LeBeau. It's almost sunrise." she turned to leave.
"D'accord, Mademoiselle." he shifted slightly on her bed to make room for her. "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?"
"No!"
"So y'do know French..."
She smiled and stepped out the door. Before she was completely out of sight, she stopped. "My name's Rogue."
"Well, it dat case, good mornin', Rogue."
"Good mornin', Remy."
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Disclaimer: Amieva eats cheese and wears highheels and suspenders. Ignore everything she says...
Amieva: DIE!!!!!
"Wanda! Could you come to the kitchen please?" Ororo called from the bottom of the staircase.
Wanda was up in her room, listening to her angry alternative music and enjoying that favourite miserable feeling that scientists liked to call PMS. She groaned and pushed the stop button on her stereo, closed her Book of Shadows, and went to go see what the overbearing sorceress wanted to tell her off about THIS time.
Bounding loudly down the stairs, almost as if she was trying to announce her arrival, Wanda made her entrance. Ororo was sitting at the table with a cup of tea. Agatha wasn't there, so that meant that whatever she had done was only a minor infraction.
"Where's Agatha and Amanda?" she asked innocently, taking a seat across from Ororo.
"Agatha is visiting her friend, Irene. Amanda is at her gymnastics lesson. But I didn't call you down here to discuss them. I wanted to talk about something that concerns you." Ororo said sternly after taking a sip of her tea. "I received a telephone call from your principal today-"
Wanda scoffed, "how is that different from any other week? Principal Kelly hates me!"
"He says that you had an issue with another student in phys-ed class the other day."
Wanda's brow furrowed. She was trying to remember what her guardian could be talking about.
"Simon Williams? Am I correct?"
She snapped her fingers. "Yeah! That's it! I had an issue with THAT asshole." she exclaimed. She noticed the glare on Ororo's face, and immediately calmed down again. "Oh great, it's the 'don't beat up the guys in your classes' lecture..." she groaned.
"Why can't you control your anger, Wanda?"
"I can control it just fine! It was HIS fault! He had it coming!"
"Your teachers are recommending Anger Management classes. I told them- "
"ANGER MANAGEMENT?!" Wanda stood up from the table, her eyes flashing dangerously. The combination of rage and hormones was a volatile mix, especially when blended with a pinch of teenage-angst.
"I TOLD them that it wasn't necessary, and that I would talk to you about it."
Wanda calmed down again and plopped back into her chair. "So lets talk..."
Ororo smiled. Wanda was actually LISTENING to her for a change! "I'm glad you are not fighting me on this, Wanda." she offered her a plate of biscuits. "Now, there's a meditation that I think might help you with your emotions and violent outbursts."
"Outbursts?" Wanda snorted, taking a cracker off the plate.
Ororo decided to let that slide, for now. Wanda was being semi cooperative. "It's in chapter 7 of your Solitary Study book, under Meditations and Mantras." she brought a paper bag off the floor and set it in front of her. "These are some scented candles I got from the store. They are soothing to the mind. I hope they help."
Wanda took the bag and got up from the table. "Thanks, 'Ro." she left the room quietly.
Ororo sighed. That had actually been pleasant for the most part.
"And you're sure, Irene?" Agatha asked the other old woman sitting across from her. She nodded in response, staring off into nothing.
"Another little girl. She's in Russia. I got the feeling that she had great power within her." the blind woman answered. "But she has been very troubled lately. You need to be careful when you approach her."
Agatha took Irene's hands. "I already have two students. They're all Ororo and I can handle. They're both good girls, but I sometimes worry about Wanda."
Irene frowned. "If you do not reach this girl, then someone else will, and it could mean our demise."
"You have foreseen all of this, Irene?"
"Yes. And I think it best you go back home, my friend. You'll have a new guest by tomorrow evening that you will have to accommodate."
Agatha came home from her tea with Irene, and recounted the story to Ororo.
The four witches were gathered in the living room, watching the late news when Rogue emerged from the basement stairs with a towel wrapped around her head.
"Good evenin' ladies." she greeted cheerfully. She untied the towel and tossed it into the laundry hamper in the hall, then went to find her coat.
Wanda looked over the back of the couch, wondering what the southern vampire was doing. "Where you going, Rogue?"
She popped back into the living room with a hairbrush, and was running it through her long auburn hair with white streaks. "Ah'm goin' back t'the club. Since they took down all that crime-scene tape, Ah figure Ah can git in there an' git a few of my things, if those police ain't taken anythin' already."
"Can we come with-" Amanda was about to say 'you' but stopped her self when she saw the stern look she was getting from Agatha. She gulped. "I'm going upstairs to finish my homework now."
"Not this time, sugah." Rogue laughed. She searched around in her coat pockets until she finally found her key ring. "There you are... Ah'll be back a bit later. Ah'm runnin' low on my reserves, so Ah think Ah'll make a stop at the butcher's."
Agatha nodded. Ororo smiled and said "good luck". But just as Rogue was almost out the door, she heard Wanda distinctly shout "Don't talk to strangers!!!"
She approached her former dwelling place. She nervously reached out and turned the latch on the heavy front door. She pulled the door open with ease and proceeded to glide down the stairs.
What Rogue saw brought tears to her eyes. The whole place had been trashed. The raid, along with the police investigation, had left her beloved club in shambles. Rogue hopped off the second last step and landed gracefully on the floor. Her head was spinning. There was dried blood, garbage, broken glass, she even thought she saw a dismembered finger on the floor. She pushed her way through the mess and over to the door that led to the subbasement - her home.
Unlocking the door, she pushed it open with her shoulder and flicked on the light switch. Another staircase later, she was standing in her room with her things. The police had also managed to ransack this place as well. She noted that a lot of her belongings were missing. She went over to the closet in the corner and opened it. Boxes were open, clothes were left in piles on the floor, and the walls had been smashed by jack hammers. She couldn't live here anymore. She felt her heart clench in anger and despair. She wanted to scream. She wanted to find those Hunters and do away with them for good!
No. Those Hunters were only doing their job. They killed bad vamps and werewolves. Well, they just killed the cursed indiscriminately. They didn't care if you were an outstanding citizen. If you were afflicted with some sort of supernatural power, you were fair prey.
Rogue sat down on her bed, which had been torn to shreds. There were springs sticking out. She sighed heavily, slumped her shoulders, and proceeded to cry.
He'd been on the run for three days straight, not taking any time to stop and feed. This was horrible. He hadn't fed for almost a month. He could feel his energy drain faster and faster with each passing night. But he couldn't stop to rest, however. If he did, then he'd be a sitting duck for the Hunter.
Remy staggered through the ally between two dingy looking buildings, staying close to the wall incase he were to finally teeter and fall over. This was undignified. If he hadn't been on the verge of passing out, the suave Cajun vampire would grumble about the injustice of this whole situation.
"Somewhere, ou' dere, dere be une fille willin' t'let me have a taste. Remy jus' need t'fin' her first..." he grunted, pushing himself to go further. "Remy fin' one of dose gothic teens lookin' t'escape deir pa'ents..."
He finally collapsed infront of a warehouse with a big neon sign hanging precariously off its hinges. 'Virgins Drink Free' it said in bright red letters. Remy smiled weakly. "Dis mus' be heaven-" he forced himself to stand up and open the doors. A wave of recognition hit him as he stumbled through the door. "Anybody here?" he called into the abandoned club. He took an uneasy step forward and tumbled down the stairs.
Before he could say 'sacre bleu!', he was out.
Rogue gasped. She felt the presence of another like her. Her eyes darted around her room. She was alone. That meant that the other vampire was upstairs. She stood and ran up the stairs, stopping at the door.
She took in a deep breath to prepare herself for a possible battle. She really didn't feel like fighting that particular night, having yet to get over the sock of finding her home destroyed.
Rogue cautiously creaked the door open and glanced around the dance floor. She didn't see anybody there... but the feeling in her gut was getting stronger.
She jumped at the sound of a deep groan coming from somewhere near the entrance. Rogue tip-toed over the scattered debris to the staircase that led to the front door. "Ah'm not afraid of killin' ya..." she warned. All she got in was response was inaudible grumbling.
She saw a brown lump on the floor. She slowly knelt down and prodded him with her finger. She didn't get a very energetic response. Rogue pushed the body so that he was laying on his back. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing short, shallow breaths.
"Oh mah god!" Rogue gasped.
He stirred slightly, cracking one eye open. His red eyes rolled and stared straight at her. He smirked weakly, showing a bit of his pointy teeth. "Une ange?" he murmured before slipping back into unconsciousness.
Rogue bit her lip. Of all things to happen, a starving vampire showing up at her doorstep and passing out. Luckily, Rogue had made a stop at the butchers and managed to get an extra order of pig and lamb blood from them. She could afford to share. The problem was, getting the big guy back to Agatha's. She was sure that Ororo would object to having a man in the house, much less another vampire. Well, she was just going to have to hope that this man was willing to follow rules.
Using her enhanced strength, Rogue pulled him up and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders. She proceeded to drag herself, and the limp body, up the stairs and out the front entrance.
The male vampire lay on Rogue's bed in the basement of the Witches' boarding house. Rogue had been trying to revive him. She had tried everything from shaking him to slapping his face to putting his hands in cold water. She had almost given up completely until she thought of trying CPR.
She placed her ear over his heart, just to make sure he was still alive... or rather, undead. It was still beating semi-strongly. If she didn't get blood into him soon, he'd shrivel up and go into hibernation - and there was no guarantee that she'd be able to wake him from that. Rogue frowned, trying to think of how she could get the blood down his throat. She couldn't pour it into his mouth and hope he'd swallow, he could choke. Her best bet was to force it down.
She punctured the sack of fluid with her teeth and drained it into a large drinking glass. She took in a mouthful and bent over his face. His light breathing tickled her skin as she leaned in further. Rogue pried his mouth open and placed her lips to his. She let the blood drain out of her mouth with enough force to encourage his body to accept it and swallow. She heard the tell-tale gulps and smiled. It had worked, but she felt like a mother bird, regurgitating into her babies' mouths. She was going to pull away and get another mouthful of blood, but she felt something snake around her waist and hold her in her position.
Rogue's eyes widened. He was awake! She pushed herself off him and out of his strong hold. She glared at him angrily for touching her like that, but noticed that his eyes were still closed, and his arms flopped down limply again.
He must've just been responding subconsciously. Rogue let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding and went up to talk to Agatha.
Remy watched the light grow weaker and weaker. He panicked. If that light went out, that meant that he would die for sure! The background of his dream suddenly flooded with warmth as he started to see red coat the blackness. The light began to grow brighter, and he was bathed in it. He could feel his body start to move. His arms lifted and wrapped themselves around something smooth and comforting, like another person.
But that was short lived, because whatever he had been holding suddenly disappeared, and his arms went back to their original place, at his sides.
He was still weak. He needed more blood before he could get up, but he was fully conscious.
Agatha and Ororo sat at the kitchen table while Rogue explained the situation to them.
"- So y'see, he was starvin', so Ah brought him home an'... He's in the basement, sleepin'." she said nevously.
Ororo scowled in concentration. It was too early to be worrying about vampires in the basement. "So there is a man in the house?" she groaned.
Rogue's fears were true. Ororo would make her kick him out, and her too if she was angry enough. "It's not what you think, 'Ro! He's absolutely harmless right now, and it's almost mornin' so he'll be restin' anyway! Ah'll take care of him myself. Ah won' let him outta my sight!"
Agatha put up her hand to silence Rogue. It made her feel like she was a teenager begging her parents to let her keep a stray cat. "That's quite alright, Rogue. We'll allow him to stay-"
"OH THANK-YOU!" Rogue exclaimed.
"But he will be your responsibility."
Rogue nodded, smiling from ear to ear, and went back to her area of the house.
She planned on showing her charge the alternative to preying on humans. She was hoping to start a revolution of sorts. She certainly was happier with her new life. If she had a partner, then it'd be easier to spread her message.
When Rogue entered her room again, she was shocked to see the man sitting up, leaning against the wall. She smiled in satisfaction, knowing that he was going to survive. But that smile quickly turned around when she remembered what he had said to her in the club. "Une ange" had been what he said. That was French. Rogue learned French when she was young and still human, but she wouldn't be able to remember it for the life of her. "uh... Good mornin'?" she greeted uneasily.
The man smirked. "You speak English, Chere?"
Rogue scowled. "Yes. Ah prob'ly speak it better than you."
He laughed lightly, letting himself fall back on the bed. He stopped laughing as a pained expression came over him. "Dat prob'ly true... It hurts t'laugh."
"Well that's good," she approached him and pulled a blanket up to his chin "ya should be restin'."
He regarded her curiously. "Neve' seen you b'fore. Didn' catch y'name."
"Ah didn't give it to ya." she replied coyly.
"Excuse-moi. I didn' introduce myself proper. M'name Remy. Remy LeBeau."
That sounded familiar to Rogue. She knew she had heard that name before... but where and when?
"Uh, Chere? Y'mind tellin' Remy where he be at least?"
Rogue shook her head. "New York City. Now ya'd better git t'sleep, Mr. LeBeau. It's almost sunrise." she turned to leave.
"D'accord, Mademoiselle." he shifted slightly on her bed to make room for her. "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi?"
"No!"
"So y'do know French..."
She smiled and stepped out the door. Before she was completely out of sight, she stopped. "My name's Rogue."
"Well, it dat case, good mornin', Rogue."
"Good mornin', Remy."
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