A/N: Italics are the voices. Also apologies about staying the claws were metal when they should be bone, i'll fix it asap.
CH 18
Rogue awoke to the coldness of concrete beneath her cheek; she had no idea what had woken her or even where she was. Her mind was a shambles, a total mess of memories and she could decipher her own from the ones of those she'd touched. She only knew that one voice was louder than all the rest now, one very new voice that screamed with great intensity.
"Killer! You fucking killed me bitch. I had a good life better than yours could ever be and you fucking killed me!"
She felt the dim feeling of hot tears gracing her with their presence on her cheeks.
"What have I done?" she whispered only to herself
Climbing unsteadily from where she had fallen, she waited for her balance to realign itself before he set off running blindly. The sounds and music began to fill her ears with their joy as the approach the new street, this one full of different bars, all tempting customers to come in and enjoy a night of freedom. Entering the most appealing bar Rogue found herself an empty stood and sat her head pounding from the screaming girl.
"What can I get you?" A blonde waitress asked standing over Rogue
"Something strong, real strong" Rogue replied as she listened to the stronger growing voices.
…just so worthless…
…why bother trying anymore?...
…just kill yourself…
… killer that needs to be sent to an asylum…
…your just a crazy vampire bitch…
Tears began to fill her eyes again at the harsh words spoken.
"I'm not worthless" she tried "I can touch"
Her words only whispered away like mist leaving her with no hope. The waitress returned with her drink leaving without a second look. Picking it up Rogue drank deeply; feeling the sting of alcohol hit her.
…just so worthless…
…why bother trying anymore?...
…just kill yourself…
… killer that needs to be sent to an asylum…
…your just a crazy vampire bitch…
The words hit her again, louder, stronger. The bounced in her mind harshly and cause her grip to loosen on her glass, all she could do was watch as the glass fell, shattering into tiny crystalline piece across the wooden floor.
"That's one way to get attention chere" a voice whispered to her right
Assuming it was only her imagination she left it alone not bothering to turn and look until she felt a reassuring hand reach down and intertwine its fingers with hers.
"Remy" she whispered turning to look into his calm crimson eyes.
"Now chere I see you've got the attention you wanted…"
Looking around she saw many people had turned to the point where the crash had happened
"But I am very curious why a belle femme like you is here drinking alone"
"Oh I only just killed some strange chick out in some god forsaken alley before I fainted and woke up, made my way here and chose to drink my pain away. Hey I could do worse" she replied her words dripping with sarcasm.
Remy look tenderly into her eyes as she picked up the new drink she'd been brought and slipped delicately. The alcohol sizzle into her system and the voices quieted. She let more of the alcohol sizzle down her throat blurring the colours and sounds around her but also removing the voices within her mind. From the outside she could feel little of what was going on but she knew completely that her sanity was finally toppling over the edge. She felt the warmth of tears tickling at the edge of her eyes as realization hit her on how far her life had truly been pulled apart. She'd fought over a lifetime of enemies only to find more and when something started to go right it was stolen from within inches of her grasp. She didn't want to be seen crying, pride wouldn't let her, it was the one thing that could keep her together hold her façade straight, but the pride she had left was slipping through her fingers like unseen moonlight she'd held onto for too long. Once the pride she had was shattered all she was would be a normal, emotional girl – a normal, emotional girl who cried alone in a dark smoky bar. In all truth she wasn't alone, proof opened her eyes when the familiar arms of another being pulled her into their comforting embrace as her release tears fell down her cheeks blinding out the world before her. She'd forgotten he was there, but now she was simply glad he was, he gave her strength she'd forgotten she had within herself, and within his arms she knew no matter what was thrown at her she knew she'd make it through. It was true what they said; every tunnel had a light at the end.