FOOLS
He felt like a fool trying to catch up to her. Remy called out to her as she rushed down the hall, but she refused to turn around and acknowledge him or even slow down for that matter. He was not able to catch up to her, in the crowded hallway, until she was already outside in the parking lot. Remy rushed to stop her from opening the car door, just before she was about to try to get in. Her eyes barely focused on him, in her angry glare.
"What you want me to say chere?" Anna defiantly crossed her arms.
"Ah shouldn't have t'ask ya ta say anythin', so why don'cha just get out'ta mah way." Her accent grew with her anger. Remy leaned against the car door, roughly passing a hand through his hair as he sighed.
"She mean nothin' to Remy, an' you know dat." Anna averted her eyes, looking to the empty parking place next to her.
"You knew, didn't ya?" she asked meekly, but looked into his eyes once again, hoping for the answer she wanted.
"Not 'xactly." Her eyes widened slightly, as she attempted to hold back her surprise.
"Why didn't ya tell meh anythin'?"
"Didn't know anythin' for sure. Remy didn't-" he stepped forward attempting find a way to make this better with her, believing that if he could just touch her fair skin and explain, that it would be better. He always had this effect on her just by touching her, as if he could charm her into anything. But that was all that she needed, as she sidestepped him and quickly hopped into the car. Anna started up the car, but then turned to see the apologetic look on his face, causing her to roll down the window.
"Remy didn't think 'bout the fact that he shouldn't keep secrets from his wife. Ah thought we were past this."
"Anna." He started, but it was too late, she had already rolled the window back up and began to drive off. He threw down his books and kicked the ground in a burst of anger, not at Anna, but at himself. She was right, he should have known better. He knew that something like this would get to her quickly, but he thought that he had more time. Remy did not see the sad green eyes, looking back at him through the rearview mirror just before pulling out of the parking lot.
From an unseen window, two figures watched the whole incident smiling. Scott turned to Belladonna for a moment, almost as if reading each others minds and then left the room. It was time for the next phase in Belladonna's plans. She would have her revenge, making their lives miserable in the process.
Anna had driven home for lunch, not knowing what else to do. She figured that even if Remy dared to follow her, she would have more than enough time to eat and leave before he could make it there on foot. She laid her keys down on the kitchen counter and pulled out some leftovers from last night, and quickly warmed them up in the microwave. Just as she was about to sit down and eat, there was a knock on the door. Anna didn't mean to, but she jumped at the sound, completely unsure of who would be there at this time.
She stood up and made her way to the door. For the second time since she had moved back home, he had surprised her at her front door.
"Scott?" his back was turned to her, as if he wasn't expecting her to be there. He quickly turned back around smiling at her, almost genuinely.
"Anna."
"What are ya doin' here?"
Remy went to put everything back into his locker, and went to go and grab something to eat, before he headed out to look for Anna. But just as he closed it, he turned to be face to face with Belladonna. He looked at her for a quick moment, wondering what her game was, and quickly made his way down the hallway, attempting to put as much distance between him and her, as he possibly could.
"Remy, dat's no way to treat your ex-fiance." She asked as she caught up to him.
"Dere's a reason you be da ex, Belle." He told her in a low voice, still not looking at her.
"You gonna go chasin' after dat lil girl chere? You don't need somethin' like dat. You need a real woman, a real assassin." She gave him a predatory smile.
"Like you, non." He nearly laughed.
"Wouldn't have been so bad Rem. You were fine wit it all, until her."
"Things change Belle." She was able to get ahead of him, just before he walked outside, blocking his exit.
"Obviously." She ran a teasing finger down his chest.
"You definitely have." Remy grabbed her hand and closed the space between them, wanting her to get the point.
"Leave me alone." He whispered in a harsh voice, just low enough for her to hear. Belladonna just smirked wickedly.
"Or what?" she asked. He shoved her slightly, just out of his way and left to make his way home.
"You will be sorry Remy LeBeau! You remember dat!" he heard her call out to him, but that did not concern him. What he was concerned with was Anna. He knew that Belladonna had planned this, and he had to explain that to her. He had to apologize for lying.
"I didn't mean to intrude Anna, I just…well, I, I thought I would see if you were ok."
"Ok?"
"I saw what happened in the parking lot and just wanted to see if you were alright."
"Oh, ya saw that huh." Anna suddenly looked down, finding her feet more interesting. When she looked back up at Scott, she found him surprisingly close. He stared deeply into her eyes, his sunglasses actually off for once. She couldn't help her mind wonder as to when he had taken them off, and why he hid them so. They were almost as stunning as Remy's. Almost. 'Remy.' The thought of his name sent warning bells into her mind. Knowing Remy he was on his way here now. What had happened the last time Scott came over. The incident with Scott, before either of them went to Louisiana.
Coming out of her daze, Anna looked away.
"Ah'm just fahne Scott. Thank ya." He seemed almost as if he was attempting to inch his way in, but Anna was not having any part of it. Finally, he just gave up and asked.
"Do you think that I could come in and talk with you?"
"Ah don't think so sug. What's wrong with talkin' right heah?"
"Nothing at all. It's just, not exactly a private conversation."
"Ah got nothin' ta hide Scott. Do ya?" He looked at her in disbelief, curious to the sudden change in her demeanor. Noticing that she was not about to receive an answer to her question, she began to close her door. He stopped it by wedging his foot in just before she had closed it. Anna paused, wondering what was wrong with the door. It took her a moment before realizing that it was Scott's foot. She opened the door, ever so slightly, looking at him through the small opening in the door. Anna saw only those hungry eyes that she remembered so well.
"Anna." He stated in a low, husky voice, as his lips turned up into their own predatory smile.
"Ah'm no longer interested in what ya have ta say Scott…or offer for that mattah." He stepped in closer to the door, his foot refusing to budge.
"Yes you are." He told her in a very cocky manner. Anna could feel herself getting angrier by the passing moment.
"No Scott! I. Am. Not." In the corner of her eye she noticed something moving very quickly over to the house, in a stealthy manner. Anna could feel relief and dread well up within her at the same time.
"Da femme said she not interested in what you have to say, non." Scott straightened, but did not move. His gaze stayed glued to Anna's eyes.
"Remy be suggestin' dat you be gettin' off da property homme." He nearly growled out. Scott looked over what he could see of Anna's body, giving her a smile in the process.
"This isn't over. He doesn't deserve someone like you." Just as Scott pulled his foot out of the door, Anna slammed it shut. But as he began to turn around, his face came into contact with Remy's fist. Scott did not fall back from the hit, but straightened himself as he licked his lips, tasting a tinge of blood.
"Was that really necessary?" Remy shrugged as he replied with a, "Oui." Scott took a few steps away from the door, but turned slightly, just to ask Remy a question.
"Does she think of me, you know, when she's with you? Does she call out my name when you-" that was about all Scott could get out before Remy had tackled him to the ground and began to hit him over and over.
Anna had been watching, and came running outside. She had never actually seen anyone lose control, but Remy had done just that. He just snapped. She didn't know how much Scott could take. Yes, he deserved a good beating, but within an inch of his life? She desperately tried to pull Remy off of him, only to have him knock her backwards. Anna was in a state of complete shock.
But this had brought Remy back to Earth. He never meant to hurt her. He would never. Remy looked over at his new bride, and then down at Scott. He couldn't believe how bloody his fists were. He pulled away from Scott slowly. 'What have I done?'
