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Chapter 16
Unwelcomed Guests
There were so many different scenarios that she imagined. Bella Donna actually answering her back was not one of them. The question "Why do you care?" was supposed to be more rhetorical than anything.
She stood there silent for a moment too long, and the witch in front of her immediately spotted her hesitation.
"What? He didn't tell you? He's such a silly man."
For the first time in her life, Rogue actually wanted to kill somebody.
She did her best to feign indifference to the new information. "Well, if you don't mind, I would like to speak with him for a short moment and then he is all yours."
The blonde woman smiled deviously in her direction. "He has always been 'all mine' Chère"
The word that rolled off of her tongue, which used to hold so much endearment when it left Remy's mouth, suddenly sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
Rogue waited for the woman to move aside. She was serious when she informed her that it would only take a brief moment. She didn't know what she would do when she got inside, but it involved using her fist.
When Bella Donna gave no indication of moving, Rogue decided to take matters into her own hands. She moved her aside as if she weighed no more than a feather, and made her way within the guesthouse.
She gave a brief scan about the room, and didn't locate her target.
All of the sudden, a small blade flew past her head, making its way into the wall. Rogue turned around and saw a look of fury on the other woman's face. "Next time, that blade will be implanted in your brain. Trust me, I'm a trained assassin. That was a warning. The only reason you aren't bleeding out on the floor is because I would hate to stain these beautiful hard wood floors."
Rogue had so many different emotions running through her soul. She had lain with a man. A married man. And not just anyone, but the love of her life. She felt like she was going to break into a million pieces. But she knew that crying was a sign of weakness. The only other outlet that she could muster was anger. Pure, unfiltered rage.
She brought up her telekinesis. She lifted the blonde up about a foot above the floor, and put out the tendrils of her power to slowly stretch at the body hovering before her.
She calmly walked in front of the woman, who seemed to be terrified. "Rule number one: always make sure you know what your opponents advantages over you are."
She could feel the evil of past psyches begin to churn and become excited from the new rush of rage that was now penetrating every single nerve and cell that she consisted of. They began to swim to the front of her mind like excited children waiting for her to unleash her full potential and move in for the kill.
Her eyes darkened, and a look of pure evil contorted her features, causing the hovering blonde to cry.
The new sensation within her was interrupted when she heard a familiar voice yell her name. "Rogue! Don't!"
She immediately came to her senses, and the hold on Bella Donna was released.
She shook herself, disappointed that she let the emotions of those in the past influence her decisions. It frightened her that for the first time in a long while, she almost lost control.
Bella immediately rushed to Remy, burying her face in his shirt. She lifted her face to his. "Is this the kind of crazy women that you like Remy?"
Rogue suddenly didn't know what to do. She was mad at herself, mad at him. She had so many conflicting emotions at the moment. She was about to speak, but her words ran away with her breath when she heard his response.
"She's nothing to me." He looked up at Rogue, and he had a stoic expression on his face. "You shouldn't of come here."
It took everything in her power not to break down in tears. "I thought you were hurt. I didn't know that—"
He interrupted her. "Well you can see I'm fine. My wife and I have business to attend to. I assume since you busted in here, you know where the door is at?"
Her world was slowly beginning to collapse around her. She walked up to him, and stared for a moment into his blood red eyes. She could see no emotion in them. No sadness. No remorse. He had played her. It had all been a game. She knew that she had just been one of his many conquests.
There were so many things that she wanted to do. Slap him and make his head bash against the wall. Cry and ask him why he would do this to her.
But she couldn't move. She couldn't think straight.
She took a step back; giving everything she had to keep the water that was now present in her eyes from spilling over. "I would have understood if you told me. I would have loved you with everything that I had."
She tried to take in any reaction from him, but there were none.
"I hate you Remy LeBeau. You will never touch me again."
She allowed herself out, and walked in a daze to her motorcycle. She mounted the bike, and started the engine.
She left the estate, and made her way back to her hotel.
When she arrived, she slowly crept up to her floor and opened the door to her room.
She was in a state of shock, and knew it. She gently sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the wall. She felt like she was in a horrible nightmare, and any moment she would awake and find Remy lying besides her.
Against her will, her chest began to do a series of heaves. She tried to stop them, but as soon as one subsided, the next would mount up and overtake her. She held her hand to her chest, and wondered if it was possible for the human heart to actually break. The next thing she knew, tears were staining her face, and she was racked with sobs. They were uncontrollable, and she couldn't have stopped them if she had tried
She had been so stupid. So incredibly stupid. Everyone had told her he was no good, but she just didn't listen. It was her own damn fault.
She cried for what seemed like hours. How did this happen? How did she allow it to happen? She had been so blind by her emotions that she stupidly put her gut instincts aside.
When she felt like her body was dry, as if she would soon wither away if she released one more tear, she sat up.
She would be damned if she let a man ruin her. She was tough and a survivor. It was no good to mope around. She would just have to put her hard exterior up again. She used to be trained in keeping people and their emotions at bay. She would have to do it again. She would never feel like this again. She would never love again.
She decided she needed a drink. She wanted to be reckless.
Careless.
Dangerous.
Fuck him.
She quickly stood and headed over to the mirror. She did her best to reapply her makeup.
She examined herself, and knew that she had an advantage over the average female when it came to looks. She hated to seem so shallow, so she never really admitted it to herself until tonight.
She exited her room, and decided to head back to the bar she had found herself at earlier.
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When she reached her destination, she immediately sat herself at the bar, and ordered a shot of bourbon.
The bartender raised his eyebrow at her. "You sure sweetie? A sweet thing like you must have the taste for a drink that isn't so—"
She cut him off. "I didn't ask for your damn advice, just give me my drink. And keep em' comin'."
He raised his hands in mock surrender, and grabbed a bottle from behind the bar. He poured it into her glass, and slid it across the bar.
It had barely left his hands when she put the glass to her mouth and pulled at the amber liquid. The sensation burned immensely, and she had to try her best not to cough up the contents.
She slammed the glass down on the counter and signaled for him to pour her another.
He did as he was told, and refilled her glass.
She took a few more, and it wasn't long before she felt the effects of the drink. She looked over, and saw a familiar face.
The guy known as Emil…she took a moment to laugh. It was such a weird name. Emil.
Anyway, he was making his way over to her with a look of worry on his face. "Did you talk to Remy? I'm sorry that I was difficult with you earlier, I didn't know that you had business with him."
She shrugged her shoulders. "Its okay. I just screwed him. I thought I loved him, and he told me…I hate French!"
Wow. It was really hard for her to get all her thoughts out in a way where they made sense.
He smirked at her, and took a seat next to her. "Is that so?"
She looked over at him, and noticed that he was quite cute. "Yup. Fuck him. Well not again, but you…you know what I mean."
He smiled and shook his head. She continued. "How do you know him anyway?"
He took a swig from his own drink. "He's my cousin."
She rolled her eyes. Of course he was. "I hate your cousin."
He smirked at her, which was oddly familiar. "So I've heard."
She was so sick of playing things safe. Her whole life she had played it safe, and yet here she was in this pitiful predicament.
She needed to get her mind off of Remy, and she knew how she was going to do it. "So Emil, you have a place?"
"Well yeah…"
"How about we go there."
His eyes flashed with excitement, and she took that as her cue to stand up.
That was a mistake. The room started to spin, and she lost her balance. She leaned on the other man, and all of the sudden her world went black.
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She awoke the next morning to someone pounding at a door. She moaned and placed a pillow over her head. She peaked from beneath her fluffy fortress, and realized she wasn't at her hotel. She abruptly sat up, and immediately regretted her decision. Her head was throbbing.
Damn alcohol.
She did her best to heal herself of the hangover with Wolverines mutation, but it seemed a little to late for that.
Where the hell was she. She remembered being at the bar, and talking to that guy…oh shit. She quickly threw the covers back, and was relieved to see that she still wore the exact same outfit that she had on the night before. She couldn't believe how careless she had been. Then she remembered why she had been drinking in the first place.
She immediately felt depressed.
The pounding continued, and she heard a males voice reply, "I'm comin' I'm comin', hold on a minute."
She heard the door bust open.
And then she heard his voice. "Where is she?"
She heard Emil's confused response. "Where is who?"
She heard shuffling, and she knew that Remy had thrown him up against the wall. "Don't play fucking stupid with me. I have eyes all over this city. I know she came back here with you."
"Relax! She's sleeping!"
"If you even put one fucking finger on her I'll—"
"I didn't touch her! She passed out stone cold. I couldn't just leave her there!"
She began to panic. She couldn't see him. She didn't want to see him. She immediately got out of the bed and hurried over towards the window.
She silently cursed when the bedroom door flew open. She stood, still facing the window, contemplating whether or not she should just fly out.
She heard his steps move slowly towards her, until he was directly behind her.
"Chère, I need to explain—"
She flung around to face him. "How dare you! I don't need you to explain anything. You were quite clear last night about things. It's done. I'm over it."
She attempted to make her way past him, but he moved and blocked her exit. "I had to act like that last night! It killed me to see you hurt!"
She stared at him in disbelief. "It killed you? It killed you? It didn't seem like it when you told me to leave. Everyone told me that you were a snake, I should have listened."
She attempted to make her way past him once more, but he grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. "You don't understand! I had to act like that!"
"Fuck you!"
She had no more words than those. It was exactly how she felt.
His eyes began to glow crimson red. "Just fucking listen! Please!"
The desperation in his voice silenced her. "You have five minutes. Better make it worth my while."
She turned and sat on the bed, refusing to meet his gaze as he began to speak. "Years ago, when I was young and stupid, I thought I was in love with Bella. As you found out, she is an assassin. But she wasn't just any assassin; she was the daughter of their patriarch. Our parents had planned for our union as long as I can remember as a way to unite the guilds. I did marry her, but that same day her brother tried to kill me. He had a weird relationship with her that till this day I still haven't figured it out. I tried to defend myself, and in the process I accidentally killed him."
He took a moment to read her reaction, and she still sat on the bed, facing away from him.
"I was banished from New Orleans after that. You know the rest of what happened since then. Not too long ago Bella lifted my exile when her father died. She tried to reconcile with me, but I explained that it was never going to happen. Rogue, I came down here to finalize my divorce. I love you so much, that I wanted to be entirely yours. Only yours."
She turned towards him with a fresh batch of tears in her eyes. "You didn't exactly act like you loved me when I found you last night."
"I can explain that. If she knew that I was getting a divorce to be with you, she wouldn't allow it to happen. Belle is a jealous woman, and she would refuse to sign the papers."
She couldn't take anymore of it. Her heart had taken on too much. "Well seems that it doesn't matter anymore. I have to go Remy."
She stood up and made her way to the door.
He seemed dumbfounded by her response. "That's it? Do you know how much I went through to get her to sign? I did it for you!"
"You shouldn't have bothered."
"Why are you acting like this?"
She shoved her finger in his chest. "Because you lied to me! You should have told me what was going on. But I'm glad you didn't because it made me realize one thing. You will never change. You will always be the sneaky, conniving swamp rat that you are!"
"I did it all for you!"
"And you should have told me what was going on instead of leaving me in the dark!"
She began to cry. "I slept with you Remy! I told you I loved you! You could have at least been honest with me!"
He attempted to bring her face towards his. "I didn't want to worry you."
He abruptly moved in, and placed his mouth upon hers. She quickly shoved him back, angry at his attempt to kiss her.
She wiped at her mouth as if he had just placed poison on her lips. "I meant what I said Remy. You will never touch me again!"
She couldn't take anymore of this. She pushed past him and heard him call out to her. "Rogue, please…I love you—"
"She turned towards him one final time. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare tell me that! If you loved me, you would trust me. You would trust me enough to tell me the truth. We're done Remy."
She quickly turned around and ran from the room. She refused to look back, because if she did she would become weak. She left the home she was in and flew into the sky. She would pick up Logan's bike, and head back towards the mansion.
Two Months Later
Everyone knew that something significant had happened between Rogue and Remy down in Louisiana. Their first clue was that Remy had yet to return, and they had no idea if he had any intentions of doing so.
They knew it was taking a huge toll on her. Her eyes no longer had the lively sparkle that they once contained. They now were hollow and empty. When she first arrived back to the mansion, she didn't leave her room for one whole week.
She finally agreed to resume teaching when she became fed up with Logan's numerous threats.
She would partake in danger room sessions, but wouldn't participate in the lively banter between teams. She was closed off, and they all knew why.
It was June fifteenth, and Rogue found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. She wore a pretty buttercup colored dress. For the first time in a long while she felt content. Today was a happy day. She had a wedding to attend to.
She headed down towards the car with Jean. The red head smiled warmly at her. "We better get a move on. Kitty is getting her hair done right now, so we are going to be right on time to help her put on the dress."
Kitty was getting married on a property that was locally owned. When Rogue arrived, she took in the beautiful location. It seemed like pure and untouched land, and had a large creek with a beautiful cascading waterfall. Rogue could see why Kitty would choose this location. It was absolutely breath taking.
She saw all the chairs set up for the ceremony, and glanced to find the lodge that housed her friend. She quickly spotted it, and headed in that direction with Jean.
They entered through the lower floor, and were astonished by the vast size of the banquet hall. Its ceilings were made of rich mahogany wood, and they arched making the ceiling look almost dome like in appearance. A grand staircase was the center point, and Rogue knew that was where Kitty would be introduced to the room as Mrs. Rasputin. She smiled to herself as they headed up the stairs to locate the room their friend was in.
When they entered her room, Kitty was getting her makeup applied by a local make up artist. Her mother was fussing over her hair, trying to make sure that every strand was tucked neatly into place. Kitty turned to face them, and looked relieved. "I am so glad you guys are here. I'm so freakin' nervous! Go sit over there, and Trish will do your hair."
Rogue headed towards the woman that she assumed was Trish, and sat down while she began to work on her hair. She styled it with curls that cascaded over her right shoulder. Rogue liked how she looked, and noticed that Jeans hair was done in a similar fashion.
It wasn't long before they were all ready for Kitty's ceremony. They just needed to put her in her dress.
As she helped Kitty shimmy into the white material, she had a rush of emotions overtake her. She had seen her try on her dress at the shop in Chicago, but she looked absolutely beautiful with her hair and makeup done as well.
Rogue could only describe the dress as a princess style, and it suited her brunette friend. Kitty turned around to her and Jean and smiled. "How do I look?"
Every one in the room fawned all over her, expelling compliments.
She quickly took Rogue's hand, and pulled her to the side. "Rogue, I'm so nervous! What if he doesn't show or something?"
Rogue had to laugh at her friends upset nerves. "Kitty, he loves you. The man is crazy about you, and hasn't given any indication that he wanted to back out. There aren't any other two people that are more perfect for each other than the both of you."
Kitty began to make a fanning motion at her eyes with her hands. "Oh my gosh, you're going to make me cry!"
Rogue smiled, and helped her fan. "Well don't, we don't want to ruin that perfect makeup of yours!"
They both shared a laugh, and then there was a knock at the door. The wedding planner poked her head in and said, "It's time!"
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Rogue stood up by Kitty, trying to pay attention to what the Rabbi was saying, but she couldn't get past the way the two were looking at each other. There was so much love and trust between them both, and she was truly happy for them.
However, there was a small part of her that felt saddened by the blessed event. She could have had a love like theirs. She knew it was partially her fault, just as much as his. She was also sad that things were actually about to change. She knew it was coming, but now that the wedding day was here it hit her. Everyone seemed to be changing for the better, and she felt like she was going to get left behind.
As the ceremony came to an end, the couple was announced for the first time as "Mr. and Mrs. Piotr Rasputin." There was a loud applause, and she followed the happy couple as they made their way to the banquet hall.
The celebration was in full swing when she spotted him for the first time. He was in the corner with Wolverine, and they were sharing a laugh. She knew that he had been invited, but she was angry. How dare he come and act like nothing had ever happened. And what the hell was so damn funny? Last time she checked, him and Logan weren't the best of friends, and now they were chatting it up like they were the best of buds.
She turned around, and decided to make her way over to Jean and Scott. The D.J inconveniently chose that moment to play a slower song, and couples everywhere began to crowd the dance floor.
She sighed to herself. She needed a drink. She headed towards the bar.
Before she made it to her destination, she heard a voice that sent chills up her body. "Care to dance Chère?"
She was afraid to even turn around. "I'm good."
"One little dance won't kill ya."
He grabbed her hand, and she reluctantly allowed him to lead her onto the floor. He grabbed her hand within his, and placed his other one on the small of her back. The contact alone made her giddy, and she mentally kicked herself.
This was the man that she hadn't seen in two months, ever since he had broken her heart. And now he wanted to show his face and act like nothing had ever happened.
She decided against making eye contact with him as they swayed to the song.
"You look beautiful."
She rolled her eyes, and decided to ignore his comment.
He chuckled, and it made her heart ache. "You're still stubborn I see."
She turned to him sharply and narrowed her eyes in his direction, trying not to cause a scene. She lowered her voice and spat, "Cut the small chit chat. Lets just get this over with."
She could tell that he was about to speak, but she also noticed his hesitation. "Rogue, I wanted to come back so many times. I just didn't know how to address everything."
"There is nothing to address."
He lifted her face towards his own, and for the first time she truly took in his appearance. His eyes where like her own in appearance. They had lost their luster. It seemed like he had been getting about as much sleep as her these days, and it reflected in his looks. He was broken just like her, and it killed her inside to see him like this.
He stopped their movements and spoke. "I'm sorry."
The words were so simple, yet they had a huge impact. She tried to turn away from him, but he wouldn't allow it. "Please…"
She didn't know what he was about to say. The desperation in his voice confirmed everything. He was hurting just as much as she was. It also confirmed that he still loved her. And as much as she tried to deny it, she still loved him too. As much as she tried to deny it, she missed him terribly.
Yet she wasn't going to give in so easy. "So, when are you coming back home?"
He smiled down at her. "As soon as you tell me to."
She smiled to herself. "Well, I don't see any need for you to stay in New Orleans. I mean the team could use you for missions, especially now since Piotr and Kitty will be on their honeymoon."
He decided to play along with her little banter. "I guess I could help out for awhile."
The two locked eyes, and he leaned down towards her mouth. At that moment, the song ended, and Rogue quickly backed out of his grasp. As much as she wanted him, she couldn't just take down the guarded wall that she now had in place. "I'll talk to you later?"
He smirked down at her. "Later in your room? I can show you the many ways of how sorry I am."
His smooth voice caused the familiar ache to course throughout her body. She knew he was joking with her, but she quickly became serious. "Remy, you hurt me. Bad. I just need to take things slow."
He grabbed her hand, and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. "I'll wait forever if I have to."
She smiled up at him, and made her way past him towards Emma. She sat at one of the decorated tables and looked bored to death. "Hey."
The blonde woman looked up at her. "This sucks. I can't drink, I feel bloated and fat, and everybody here is a couple, including you."
Rogue rolled her eyes at Emma's dramatics. She still looked gorgeous, and Rogue could barely notice the small bump that was beginning to show on her abdomen. "You look great, and I am not a couple with anyone!"
Emma looked at her and smiled. "Say all you want, but I saw how your eyes lit up for the first time in months. It's only a matter of time."
Rogue smiled inwardly. Deep down inside she knew she was right.
Christian came over and sat next to his sister. He was now an official member of the team, and fit in quite nicely. "Hey lovely ladies. Wasn't this wedding just absolutely gorgeous?"
He scanned around the room as if he was looking for somebody. "I wonder if Kitty has any hunky relatives."
Emma laughed. "No, I already checked."
Christian shrugged his shoulders. "It's okay, long distance relationships never work anyway."
The night was dwindling to an end, and the happy couple announced that they were retiring for the night. There were some hoots and hollers, and Rogue decided that it was time for her to retire as well.
Remy approached her. "Want to ride back with me?"
"I appreciate the offer, but I think I want to fly home. Want to join me?"
She saw him visually cringe as he responded. "Woman, I have already been there done that. I'll see ya back at the mansion?"
"Yeah."
As she turned to walk away, he quickly grabbed her hand and brought her back to him. He held her there for a moment, and then he placed a passionate kiss on her mouth. She felt her knees go weak, and she was certain that if he hadn't been holding her up she would have collapsed. She didn't realize how much she had missed him until now.
He finally released her, and gave his signature smirk. "You sure you haven't been practicing with anybody?'
"Wouldn't you like to know."
She smiled down at his priceless expression as she took to the sky.
She made it home before all of the other residents of the mansion. Since it was summer the students had returned home, and it was completely empty. That was one of the perks of flying. She was able to get everywhere quicker than everyone else. She headed to her room to get changed out of her dress.
She threw on a tank top and some pajama bottom shorts. It was a beautiful night, and she decided to head outside to the grounds and wait for everyone to arrive.
She glided down out of her balcony and decided to head towards the garden. It reminded her of Storm, and she wanted to make sure that the upkeep was being done properly.
When she made it to the garden, she immediately sensed something was wrong. She didn't know how, but something felt entirely off. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard the voice of someone who she thought was long gone.
"Have a fun night?"
Rogue turned towards the voice and sneered. "What the hell do you want Kara. You know you can't hurt me."
Kara smiled in a sadistic way. "I can't hurt you, but I figured out a way to hurt him…just like he hurt me."
Rogue knew that she was referring to Remy. She got into a defensive stance, awaiting Kara's attack.
Another voice was heard, and she didn't even have enough time to react as she felt the sting of a needle penetrate her neck.
"You devious little girl. You thought you could get rid of me? Sebastian Shaw? I will have you. And you will pay dearly."
To be continued…
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