(I have been thinking a long time about this, but now I have finally decided to do it. I have changed this story from love story to… well; I don't know what exactly to call it, but it creeps me out. Therefore I have changed a little in this story to made it fit my plot better… - JoBO)


14. Why

"Why?"

He looked directly into her eyes and saw they were full of rejection, but it immediately changed as he walked closer to her.

"Rogue…"

She pulled away from him and her eyes became big with fear.

"Don't touch me!"

He tried once more to get closer to her, but then she took off into the air. He reached out after her, but then he discovered the blood. His hands were covered with the red substance, which dripped down from his hands and created red puddles on the floor.

"I trusted you!"

He looked up on Rogue again and saw the fear in her eyes had been replaced by pure hate.

"What have I done?"

She sent him a gob of spit as answer.

"Don't think that your charm will help you this time!"

"What have I done?"

"As you don't know!"

She pointed at something behind him. He was just about to turn around, when suddenly everything began to drift away from him until he was alone in the dark.

The dark surrounded him like a comforting blanket, but it forced the fear up in him. He hated to be alone in the dark. That was when the thoughts came with their guilt and blame. Voices from a hidden past, which he had tried to run away from his whole life, but now he knew that they where never going to let him go. He had to live with what he had done, but it couldn't stop him from hating himself. He was always alone in the dark. No one could love a person like him!

Suddenly he felt someone taking his hand. He looked, but he couldn't see anything beside the dark, which still surrounded him. He felt the invisible hand pulling him forward. First he tried to fight it, but then he just let go and followed. Hoping that the hand was going to take him out of the dark.

After a while he began to see a small white light in front of him, which grew as he came closer. In the end it swallowed the dark and the bright white light forced him to close his eyes. He felt the hand in his hand disappear as he was standing there and then…

"Remy?"

He opened his eyes. First he couldn't remember where he was, but then he it all came back to him. He had gone with Edmond and Louis to Paris in the family's private jet, where he had tried to come in contact with Talia without any luck. Louis and Edmond had then persuaded him to go home with them, so therefore he was now sitting in the car between them as it shot through the French countryside.

"Remy?"

He looked up and met Edmonds eyes, which smiled.

"You were far away."

Remy shrugged his shoulders.

"It has just been a long day."

Edmond nodded and pointed at something through the car's windshield.

"Welcome back home."

Remy looked out through the windshield and saw the huge castle in front of them, which became bigger and bigger as they came closer to it. Louis and Edmond, who had seen the surprise in Remy's eyes, began to laugh.

"It is a distant legacy from the past, but still it is our humble home. I hope you like it."

Remy looked over at Edmond and their eyes met.

"Do you make fun of me?"

Edmond shook his head.

"Unfortunately not, it takes a fortune every year to maintain this modest home."

The car stopped in front of the castle, where Louis quickly excused himself and ran over to a young man, who they had passed on their way up the driveway. Remy and Edmond got out of the car and walk up the stairs to the front door, which opened in the same moment as they reached it. A man around the same age as Edmond came out of the door and greeted Edmond.

"Sir, so much have happened since you…"

He stopped in the middle of the sentence as he saw Remy. Edmond used the break to introduce Remy.

"Constantin, my friend, meet my lost son, Philippe, who wants to be called Remy."

Constantin and Remy shook hands as Edmond continued.

"Remy, this is Constantin Arceneaux, my best friend and bodyguard."

Remy sent Edmond a look.

"Bodyguard?"

Constantin quickly nodded.

"Yeah, I'm his bodyguard and now I need to talk to Edmond, so I can protect him."

Edmond sighted.

"Can't it wait? We have just come home."

Constantin shook his head and Edmond gave in. He turned to Remy.

"Okay, I will be back in a second. Just take a look around in the meantime."

Remy nodded as Edmond followed Constantin into another room next to the big hall, where Remy was left standing alone. He began to look around in the big hall, which in its centre had a big staircase made of marble. The walls were covered with portraits and paintings, which Remy began to examine. On his way around he came close to the door, which Edmond and Constantin had went through. He was just about to walk past it, when he discovered it was ajar. As an old habit he pressed his ear to the door.

"…don't know that. He could be a impostor just to get close to you!"

Even though Remy only just had met Constantin, then his voice already sent a shivers down his spine.

"I know, but look at him. Those eyes… He looks exactly like Louis!"

It was Edmond.

"I know you took it very hard, when they disappeared, but this man can't be your son!"

"How do you know? Miracles are known to happen. He could be my son!"

"Even if he really is your lost son, then he still could be a traitor, who is sent here to kill you. Are you really willing to set your life at stake for that?"

"Yes! I have to, because I will lose more if I sent him away and he really is my son!"

For a second none of them said anything, but then Remy could hear that Constantin sighed.

"Okay, he can stay, but a least let me make a DNA-test."

"If that will clam you mind, then it's okay with me, but now I think I have to go back to my son."

Remy could hear footsteps coming closer to the door, so he quickly walk over to the other end of the hall and looked like he was very interested in a picture of Louis XIV. He heard the door being opened and the footstep came over to him.

"Louis XIV. Good choice …"

Remy turned around and saw that Edmond was standing behind him.

"… Did you know that he is one of our ancestors?"

Remy shook his head.

"But wasn't he the king of France?"

Edmond smiled.

"Yeah, he was. We have royal ancestors, but that is a long story. Still I amazed that you chose his portrait. Louis is one of the main characters in my favourite novel "The Man in the Iron Mask" by Alexandre Dumas."

"Isn't that a movie with him DiCaprio?"

Edmond frowned his eyebrows.

"Yes, it is, but I didn't thought it was your kind of movie."

"Well, it isn't, but Rogue…"

The memories hit him like a train, but he quickly pushed them away.

"… a girl I know made me see it."

Edmond looked interested over at Remy.

"Rogue, what a interested name. Is she your woman?"

Remy turned around and was just about to walk away, but stopped as he realized that he actually didn't want to go.

"We had something together, but it's over now… besides you never told me why you were so amazed that I chosed that portrait."

Edmond walked over to Remy and laid a hand on his shoulders.

"Never give up on love, but now I wouldn't speak more about that, besides I think grandmamma has left a cake or two out in the kitchen and she absolutely makes the best cakes in the world. Then I can also tell you about the real Louis XIV and his younger brother, Philippe, which you and your brother have been named after."