What would happen if Rogue absorbed a vampire? This thought intrigued me, so I decided to write a short fic dedicated to the subject. Please correct me if the accents or any other comic aspect is in some way incorrect. I am at thy will. Note to the bastards who art hiding behind yonder shrub: I own nothing. Nothing at all. Happy? (AN:I recommend that song…) 'Ere ve gho!
The fog clouded the brisk autumn air like the thoughts clouding my mind…and the voices. If only the voices would lift from my tormented mind like the fog that would lift when the sun awoke from his slumber, then I might have time to see clearly. Maybe I do not want to see clearly…maybe the voices veiling my perception of reality are really a comforting blanket. Ignorance is bliss, as the old adage goes. I see many things that I do not wish to though; things that others do not see. My "boyfriend" Bobby or Iceman, which ever you prefer, has been cheating on me for some time with Kitty. Why do I still pretend to not know? I honestly do not care anymore. Life passes me by and I take no notice because I hurt so much and no one seems to care. I am not an angst filled teen who is just wrapped up in herself. No, it is just a reality. Logan is gone, everyone is mourning Jean's death, the proff. and the other teachers have too much to do to take notice with the new people here. Oh, did I forget to mention? Magneto and his lackeys have joined us and we get to live together like one big fucking family; they just take up space to me.
A sudden sound brought Rogue out of her musings. Where am I? Her surroundings seemed strangely vivid despite the heavy fog. Rogue could barely see that she had aimlessly walked into a densely wooded area. Seeing nothing, Rogue decided to head back to the Institute using Logan's sense of smell.
"Where do you go, dearest?"
The velvet voice slid across Rogue's body like a caress. No wonder, since a pale hand was tenderly stroking (AN: Rogue wears a heavy amount of make up which cancels out the lady's gentle touch.) her cheek.
"You do not wish to leave me so soon?" Rogue was frozen, yet incredibly warm. The women standing, no, standing was not the word. Standing was not a word to describe her feline like grace. Her long crimson hair seemed like snakes, writhing and winding around her body, while her gray eyes seemed to stare right through my entire being. One would expect a dress of royalty to grace a luscious body such as her's, but torn and dirty rags adorned her figure. She noticed where my attention had gone.
"Yes, very odd is it not? Me, a queen, dressed as a beggar of whom used to curse me. I can taste the irony…but I yearn for something more." Rouge did not notice the woman glide closer until she could feel the woman's light breath on her exposed skin. Every word from her full lips rang in my head, drowning out the world in promise.
"It is not often," she whispered in my ear, "that someone ventures in my wood." Her lips roamed lower, never touching my skin. "But when they do," she paused at my neck, "I make sure to take advantage of it."
The feeling of her fangs piercing my skin was ecstasy, never had I felt such pleasure. Someone cared about me, everything was going to be alright. There was something that was nagging at the back of my mind but I pushed it aside. There was nothing to worry about any more. Someone was screaming. Why would they scream, the world was loving?
The woman's lack of concentration brought Rogue back to the present. She was screaming into Rogue's skin, unable to break free. Rogue could feel her power coming into affect as pain ripped through her body. Free from her trance, Rogue was able to push away. The women was not there anymore, but Rogue could still hear her echoing scream in the woods. Needing no more urging, Rogue set off at full speed towards the "new institute".
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The mutants had to rebuild the Institute in a different location because of normal humans. Thanks to Logan's sense of smell, and sheer terror urging her on, she made it to the Institute in record time. Some of the kids were outside playing a form of tag in the dark. Many of them looked at her strangely as she ran past without a word, but then again she was "The Rogue". She always did weird things.
GOD! What the hell just fuckin' happened? She was a! An' she tried ta! And Ah absorbed 'er! What the fuckin' just ha- Rogue fell down the stairs after being knocked over by something.
"Are you okay chere?"
Rogue looked up to see the Cajun, Gambit she thought. He was the one with the cocky attitude, rakish grin, and southern charm. She tried to speak but nothing came out. He had been carrying what looked to be a large box that had blocked his vision on the way down the stairs.
"Chere?" he said bending down to help her up.
"Ah'm fine." She said shakily.
"You don' look fine chere. Gambit gonna take you down to de lab." Gambit then noticed the blood on her neck. Rogue saw that he had and bolted up. "Ah'm fine really…Ah got to go." Rogue sprinted up the stairs to her room. Why did I choose to have the room in the attic?
Because you ain't social stripes. Oh no. The voices are back. Rogue came to a dead stop at the foot of the set of stairs heading up to her room.
Just leave ma alone!
Like what happened? You were like totally out of it…none of us could like see you.
You mean that you all didn't see the woman with the crimson hair and the blue eyes?
What are you talking about stripes?
What is this nonsense?
Are you crazy girl?
Like what?
All of her voices chorused these thoughts in confusion. Rogue put her head against her splinted door in exhaustion. Maybe it was a dream…but the warm blood soaking her clothing confirmed that it wasn't. Rogue took a shuddering breath and tried to stand upright again, but couldn't. She felt so dizzy. Ah can't…what the fuck is happening now?
Rogue started to tip over, but was caught by strong arms. She tried to see who is was and warn them not to touch her but all she could manage was, "Don't touch…ma skin…Ah…" Then darkness claimed her.
"It gonna be alrigh' chere."
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There thou go peoples. My very first chapter. Hope thou likes it.
₤eaflyn