Eeek, sorry for not updating in so long! Crazy busy! I probably would have gone another week if I hadn't gotten a review requesting for a Valentines Day update and then I'm like 'oh, I'm being rude! I wish I thought of updating on Valentines, but I honestly wasn't clever enough!'. Anyway, thanks for the reviews!

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"I-I," I stuttered, still not quite believing what just happened.

"Leah, you okay?" Kitty asked, concerned. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I wish I'd seen a ghost." I muttered. Casper would have been a treat compared to being told that I was probably going to be dead tomorrow by a slimy sociopath.

Kitty frowned and stood, coming to my side. She looked into my face with concern and touched my shoulder. "No seriously, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just a little out of it." I faked a smile.

"If you're sure." Kitty said, her voice doubting. "But if you're not, I'll totally take your place with Remy tonight."

I laughed, though I didn't feel like it. "I'm not sure how much Peter would like that."

Kitty grinned and lightly punched my shoulder. "Have fun tonight, Sapien. You better have juicy details for me in the morning!"

I nodded, giving her a reassuring smile before she phased through my floor. The moment I was alone, I began to shake and my chest felt constricted. Was Alaban telling the truth? Or was he just trying to scare me to make things 'entertaining' for him?

Was I going to die tonight?

I jumped as I heard a pelting sound behind me. Seeing no one, I went to my window. A few small rocks hit the glass and I looked down upon the grounds to see Remy grinning up at me. He looked awesome, even from this distance. He wore a dress shirt and jacket, but made things a little more casual by wearing a pair of jeans. His hair was, as usual, looked finger combed. Scruffily charming. Sort of like Han Solo. I saw a flash of white as he smiled up at me. He waved a single red rose in greeting.

I bit my lip. I really wanted to go out with him tonight, but it would be a completely stupid and reckless thing to take the risk. I had to tell him we couldn't-

"Ah, ah, ah-" Alaban's sing song voice rang in my ear as he appeared behind me, his hands on my shoulders. I immediately became frozen solid, against my will. The creep cast the same spell he did on Kitty on me!

"I think," Alaban whispered in my ear, "that you should go on your date with the redneck. Forget about what I told you. I want to see how this plays out, but that can't happen if you don't go out tonight. Forget, little girl. Forget."

I blinked a couple times and shivered. Had I just zoned out?

"Hey cher, you gonna stand there all night?" Remy called up to me cheerfully.

I smiled and waved. "I'll be down in a sec!"

"Don't keep me waiting cher!"

I hurried out of my room, grabbing my worn leather jacket on the way out (okay, so it didn't match my outfit, but I've had the jacket forever. Its my comfort item). There was this feeling in the pit of my stomach that something was really wrong. Not just from nerves, or the confusion I felt about if I was doing the wrong thing. It felt more like that feeling you get when you start to fall. Like you were about to be hurt and there was nothing you can do about it.

"Calm down Leah, stop being dumb and just enjoy tonight." I told myself sternly under my breath.

"Leah, are you going somewhere?" Dad called as I entered the living room. He was sitting in the arm chair, watching the hockey game.

"Yup, see yah later." I answered, kissing his cheek.

"Hold up. Where are you going young lady," Dad said sternly, "And with who?"

Of course I had neglected to tell Dad about my date. I knew he didn't like me dating, and he especially didn't like me with Remy. And don't get moral on me. How many secrets has Dad kept from me? We love each other, but that doesn't mean we're open with each other. (He kept the fact that he was a superhero from me, I'm keeping my date on the down low. We're even).

"No interrogation needed, she's told me everything and I approved it." Mom said in her usual serene way. "Have fun tonight Leah, but I want you home by ten."

"Will do Mom!" I promised cheerfully.

"Wait, Leah, where are you going? With who?" Dad was out of his chair but I was already out of the apartment. I wasn't worried, Mom would calm him down.

I forced myself to slow my breathing and attempted to control my pounding heart as I went out to meet Remy on the grounds. He looked even better up close, with his red and black eyes sparkling in the dimming light. He stood casually, and gave me a cool half smile as he held out the red rose to me.

"Pour vous, mon chere." Remy almost purred, taking my hand and kissing it.

"Oh, swamprat is a southern gentleman now?" I smiled shyly, accepting the rose.

"Petite, yah ain't seen noth'n yet." Remy promised.

xXx

We drove to the restraint in a beautiful red mustang. Knowing that Remy only possessed motorcycles, I was dubious to where he got the car, but he promised it wasn't stolen. I nodded in response, but a part of me kept expecting that at any moment a couple police cars would begin to chase us. We listened to the radio in a comfortable silence for most of the ride.

When we pulled up to small handsome little restaurant with an almost empty parking lot. It was out of the way, a little drive out of the village. The sign read "From the Bayou".

"Ah don't know if you were expect'n a fancy place, but the food is good here and it never too busy." Remy said. "Ah like it and de people who run the place, but if yah rather-"

"This place looks great." I interrupted. "I've never gone to a Cajun restaurant before, so this should be fun.

Remy grinned and turned off the car engine. I began to open my door, but Remy stopped me by putting his hand on my shoulder. He then hurried around to my side of the car and opened the door with a slight bow.

"You'll spoil me." I said dryly, fanning my face with my hand ironically.

"Dat de idea, petite." Remy purred, offering me his hand

I accepted his hand and he helped me out of the sporty car. But the moment I was out, I made a run for the restaurant's door and victoriously opened the door. Remy caught up to me.

"Just returning the favour, chere." I said sweetly, giving him a wolfish grin. I gestured into the restaurant and nodded my head.

"Yah'll spoil me." Remy said in a flamboyant voice as he sashayed through the door. "And yo' accent is horrible."

I laughed and went to his side. He casually laid his arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer as we waited for the hostess to come over. I was surprised to find myself not nervous by his touch, but comfortable.

"Remy Lebeau, dat you?" The hostess said in a loud but pleasant voice. She was a tall black woman, probably in her early fifties. She wore more make up then she needed, but she was a handsome woman with a warm smile. "Boy, we ain't seen you in fo'eva!"

"Edmee, you broke my heart last time Ah was here, belle." Remy replied, clutching his chest with the hand that wasn't on my shoulder. "Ah had ta crawl off and lick my wounds."

"You silly thing, flirt'n with an old hag like me." Edmee chided, fluffing her hair. She turned her warm smile on me. "And yah must have a screw loose to, with this pretty little girl stand'n right dere. Hi sweetie, Ah'm Edmee. Ah own dis place."

I accepted her warm hand, hoping my face wasn't too red. "I'm Leah. Your restaurant is really lovely."

"Ooh, and she just as sweet as she is pretty. You be nice ta dis girl, Remy." Edmee commanded. "Yah'r sweet to say so honey, but wait until yah try da food befo' yah right up yo' review. Let me show yah to yo' table."

Remy and I followed Edmee to the back table. The restaurant was clean and had a very homey feel. There were pictures all over the walls which depicted Louisiana in all her glory. The tables were nicely set with white table cloths. Since there were only a few other diners, Remy and I were able to sit pretty far away from other people, so we had lots of privacy.

"Can Ah get yah somethang ta drink?" Edmee asked, handing us our menus.

"May I have an ice tea, please?" I request.

"Course yah can, sug." Edmee said. "What bout you, Remy?"

"Ah'll have a Bourbon, Edmee." Remy said. That surprised me at first, but then I remembered that Remy was the legal drink age. He acts so young that sometimes I forget that he's not a teenager.

"Be right back." Edmee promised, walking away.

I opened the menu and immediately frowned.

"What is it, petite?" Remy asked.

"Um, its written in French."

"Ah thought you Canadians knew French?" Remy teased.

"We do! Well, come of us." I admitted. "I know enough to get by most of the time, but I don't know what any of these things are. The only French food I know is poutine."

Remy laughed, "Well, Ah don't dink they gonna have any of that."

That was a huge disappointment.

"But Ah'm sure we'll find somethang yah'll like." Remy promised, leaning in close.

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"-so since the Cajuns are decedents of the Arcadians, which are from Arcadia, which are now the Canadian Maritimes, Cajuns are technically Canadian." I finished, grinning as I took a sip from my iced tea.

"Ah'm impressed, petite." Remy said "Who woulda thought yah were such a nerd?"

I laughed and threw my napkin at him. "I'm not a nerd!"

"Leah, what did yah say mah long coat reminded yah of?" Remy asked in a patronizing voice.

I sighed before I admitted. "Like the one the David Tennant wore when he played the Doctor from Doctor Who."

"Ah rest mah case." Remy said triumphantly. "But don't worry, Ah always did have a weakness for nerdy girls."

I blushed and took another sip from my ice tea. We were having a great time. Remy helped me decide on spicy chicken with a salad, and it was amazing. We had been talking for hours. Remy kept me entertained and hanging on to his every word. At the moment, we were sharing a bowl of Edmee's homemade ice cream.

I was having a good time. So then why was there this awful feeling in the pit of my stomach?

Remy reached across the table and took my hand. I looked up into his eyes.

"Ah'm having a really nice time with yah." He said, his accent sending tingles down my spine.

"Me too." I replied softly.

"Too be honest, Ah've been want'n ta do this fo' a long time now. Yo' really special ta me, Leah." Remy said in a soft, rumbling voice. "Ah know yah probably heard a lot 'bout mah…reputation with women, but honestly Leah, Ah've never felt fo' someone like Ah do fo' yah."

He leaned slightly across the table towards me. His lips were parted and his head tilted. He wanted to kiss me! And to be honest, I really wanted to kiss him back. Mentally high fiving myself for just finishing a breath mint a few minutes earlier, I leaned forward to meet him.

But something stopped me.

A small golden ring lay on the white table cloth with a small tag tied onto it. I withdrew from Remy, my heart hammering, and picked up the ring. It was one that I recognised. Remy, his face red, pulled back as well.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah thought-" Remy, probably for the first time in his life, stumbled embarrassedly.

"No, its not, I want to-" I blundered to find a way to reassure him. "Um, I have garlic breath. I'm just going to go freshen up and then I'll be right back, okay?"

I swiftly snatched the ring off the table and rushed away from the table before he could respond. Instead of going to the ladies washroom (in case there was someone in there), I went out to the parking lot. The night's cold air was refreshing against my overly warm face, but caused goosebumps to raise along my bare arms.

Feeling a sense of dread, I looked down at the ring. Of course I remembered it. It was the one Eric and I had found in the school yard years ago when we were kids. With it, we 'married' each other as a game. Seeing it now, years later, was a bad sign.

I unfolded the tag tied to the ring and read the scribbled writing on it 'Sorry to interrupt your date , but we need to talk'.

I heard footsteps approach me from behind. "Don't you look pretty."

In the next moment, a bag was thrown over my head.

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Leah had been gone about ten minutes when Remy swore out loud. At first he thought she really was just freshening up. And then he thought she was in the washroom freaking out because he tried to kiss her. Now he was certain that she had left.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Remy kicked himself. He knew she was pretty timid about these kinds of things, but he'd still gone and done something stupid to scare her off. He just couldn't control himself.

They were having a great time together. And she just looked so good. It wasn't just the physical attraction he had for her either. It was how she made him feel. Other girls he dated had liked him because he was 'a bad boy', charming, and good looking. They had been looking for a good time and a story to tell their girlfriends the next day. And he had been okay with that. But it was different with Leah. He wanted more than a fling. He wanted to be with her in a deeper way. She was smart, and funny and brave. She respected herself and cared for people. She saw him like others didn't.

He was willing Wolverine's wrath to be with her.

And he had scared her away.

He considered going out for a cigarette to calm his nerves, but then he remembered how he had given up smoking because Leah once mentioned she didn't like it.

Damn, did the fille even know what she did to him?!

"Remy!" Edmee hurried up to the table and said in a serious tone.

"What is it, Edmee?" Remy asked.

"Yo' girl went out ta da perk'n lot some time ago fo' air or somethang." Edmee answered in a worried tone. "Den one of mah busboys tell me dey see some shifty look'n guy with no shirt hanging 'bout earlier and now dey dink somethang happened ta her. Ah already called de cops, but-"

Remy swore again and leapt up from the table.

"Remy! Where you going?!" Edmee called as he sprinted to the door. "De cops will be here any minute!"

"Dey gonna be too late!" Remy shouted back.