Just a quick chater to get us all up to speed. I have a direction now! yeah!

It seemed that she blended seamlessly into the shadows of the night. Perhaps, people here were just used to having strange figures lurking in the shadows. She reached Remy's house without a single pair of eyes finding her. Moving carefully, she scaled the house to the window of Remy's room. It was easy enough to get in after that. She mentally berated Remy for sleeping through her entry and approach, but the dark circles under his eyes made it obvious why. Rouge sighed and ran her gloved hand over his face. He woke slightly and looked at her through have lidded eyes.

"Chère?" His voice was ruff and thick with sleep.

"It's me, Sugar. I'm going to make sure you get some sleep." Leaning down she placed her lips against his. She forced her powers to the surface of her mind and felt the pull of his life and powers entering her body. Remy sighed and collapsed into unconsciousness.

A voice sparked in her head.

' Thank you, Chère. Remy is very tired.' The voice in her head was strong, stronger than the memory of the two-year-old Remy psyche. Rouge was surprised when another thick Cajun voice intruded in her mind.

'Allo Remy.' The voice distinctly him, but one was the old memory of him and one was fresh.

'Who are ya?' The new Remy asked.

'I'm 'de part of ya' 'dat is always wit' Rouge. The part de toi 'dat is a part of 'er.' The old Remy answered.

' Makes sense.' Remy answered jovially.

"Y'all are confusing me. Can you just be one for a while?" Rouge rubbed her temple. A part of Remy was constantly with her…what did that mean.

'Anyt'ing for ya' Chère.' Rouge shook her head and moved into the living room. She knew that Belladonna was coming home soon, and she wanted to be ready. She didn't turned on any lights as she sat down on the coach. She grabbed a deck of cards from the side table and started playing a game of cards. It was hard with Remy in her head, making suggestive comments, but she was comfortable. It was an hour before she head the key slide into the lock on the door. Rouge leaned back and pulled out a cigarette from the pack that was resting next to the cards. When Belladonna walked in she was shocked to find a woman sitting on her coach with her "husband's" glowing eyes.

"Who are you?" Bella asked, her accent slipping away under the ice of her voice. Rouge stood and walked toward her. When she was close, enough to smell the expensive perfume and cheap booze that wafted off of her, she lit the cigarette with her finger tip and exhaled into Bella's face.

" Ya' stole Sometin' from meh' Chère. I wan' it back." Rouge could feel Remy's psyche swirling around in her head, making her a display some of his traits but it was Rouge, whose anger drove her to hurt Belladonna. Rouge began to circle Bella. With each deep drag on the smoldering Cigarette Rouge felt her plan develop in her mind. She moved her gloved hand gently down Bella's jaw, until she grasped her chin gently in her hand. Bella was struggling to breath past the pain of Rouge's power. Rouge could feel Bella's knowledge and malicious intent pour into her body, still she held on, trusting Remy to lock Bella's psyche away. When Bella was barely conscious and turning a sickly pale color, Rouge leanedin toward her face.

'T'ink of 'dis next time ya' steal from meh." Rouge placed a gentle kiss on Bella's cheek. Bella fell to the floor, barely alive. Rouge's anger had made her more powerful and had made her more dangerous.

"Don't mess with the Rouge, Bitch." Rouge said softly as she dropped the cigarette by Bella's unconscious body. She stooped and threw the girl over her shoulder, as she moved away she smashed the cigarette with the toes of her heavy black combat boots and exited the house the way Bella had come in. Bold as she pleased, she marched down the street with Bella over her shoulder. Toward the wrong side of town and toward the next step of her plan.

"You'll be free, Remy. I promise." Rouge breathed as she stood in front of a small brick apartment building. A voice from the call box echoed against the rapidly darkening sky.

"Good to hear from you again, Rouge. The entrance is around the back. We'd be happy to take care of your little...problem." Rouge moved toward the back as Remy commented in her head.

'Now, Mon Coeur, don' be to mean.'

Rouge laughed loudly and the steel door she'd been approaching opened to reveal...

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