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Rogue's Kiss	By : Ramsey Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > General Views: 5767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Translation: http://babelfish.altavista.com/babelfish/tr
Outside a great tempest was raging all over Bayville and surrounding townships but in the actual room of the weather goddess all was quiet. In front of her single window she undressed, changing to leave this play she has called home for nearly ten years and set off on her own, never to return. First she had to find and kill Rogue. Ororo know longer saw the creature that is Rogue as a student she has spent many hours teaching and raising, even loving. The bonds of student to teacher didn�t even touch the link between two people who shared blood. Her nephew was dead, killed by an evil and no one in this house would help her. That was fine. She would go it alone and stop this thing. It would not stand.

Automatically she reached for her X-men uniform. She stopped dead as she thought of how her days of an X-men were over if she left this house and kill Rogue. She faltered for a moment, thinking of the family she was about to lose.

She thought of the real family that had been slain only an hour ago and her resolve became steel.

Her uniform in hand she walked naked over to her window and threw it open. A cold wind whipped into her attic, bringing rain and the sound of thunder. She bundled her uniform between her to hands and tensed. Vast crackles of electricity flew over the ball of clothes, the heat building until it burst into flame. Storm through the ball of fire out her window and watched it fall to the wet lawn below, it not going out until it landed.

She left her window open and dressed in another suit. Pants of spandex and top of leather, she packed her few belongings that she cared to bring. She was about to call a cab when a knock came to her door.

Thinking it was Charles trying to reason with her again she swung it open about to shout her ire. Kurt stood there instead, a long bundle under one arm, looking her steadily in the eyes.

�I vant to come with you,� were his simple words.

Storm regarded the boy in puzzlement for a few seconds before saying no and closing her door. She turned back into her room and heard the familiar bamf.

Without turning she said, �Kurt, leave my room before I make you. I have no time for this.�

�I think you gave up this room when you walked away, my lehrer,� was the reply. �And I am not leaving here until you agree to take me with you.�

Storm turned, the angry goddess she is showing plainly. �Why should I bring you with me, child.� She asked gravely, the usual parental kindness in �child� replaced with slight mocking.

Kurt showed not sign of hearing this when he stepped forward. �Because a demon out there killed my best friend and I don�t want others to suffer for it. I want to kill it.�

�You would kill your teammate and friend to avenge another?� Storm said, coldly, testing.

�That thing is not Rogue anymore. Rogue died weeks ago. Whenever is running around in her body is a D�mon von der H�lle!� he spat out, tears starting to fall. �It has to die.� He shook the bundle on one hand at his last words.

Storm, hands on hips, nodded slowly. She strided over to her student and laid a hand on his shoulder. The tears still fell but his face was hard, his eyes like steel.

�Are you sure you can do what has to be done?� she asked softly.

Kurt unwound the cloth that covered his bundle to show a scabbard. He drew the long sword from its sheath. Wolverine was the fighting and weapons expert but she knew enough from the way he held it that this was not the first tim had had held it.

�Yes, mein lehrer,� he answered.

�You know if we do this you can never come back.�

�I most certainly clear on that.�

�Then pack your things. We leave immediately to stay at a hotel until I get permanent residence.�

�Um,� Kurt said, the first sign of uncertainly in his voice. �Not to be rude but how are you going to pay for that?�

Storm gave a wry smile. �Kurt, you don�t spend half your life as a goddess without acquiring a little money along the way.�
Rogue past the line up to enter the gothic club, people waiting to enter giving her evil looks that she knew was steeped in jealousy and the hope she was denied entry ahead of them. Flashes of maroon around some told her this. The violet one around the bouncer showed boredom however. She knew she had to find a way to get by him but wasn�t sure how. Making things up as you go along was another thing you learned in the X-men.

She approached the man who was easily 4 times her size and smiled.

�Whadda ya want, gial?� he asked, that violet going brighter still. She knew no answer was going to get her in by that point. She wished he would just let her by! So fast she almost thought it was a trick of her eyes, the violet turned green and back. The bouncer blinked a little but still stood in her away.

No fucking way I can� she thought before giving it a go.

Concentrating hard she saw deep into the aura and tried to change it. The green began flickering in his aura again. A kaleidoscope of colors started running around the man at random. Chaos almost broke out, the bouncer looking like he may pass out before Rogue finally got it right and the green held steady with her concentration. She asked to be let in through her focus and he stopped aside to let her in. she could literally feel the wave anger at her back, pushing her into the dark interior.

She slumped against a wall, letting the blood drain from her legs. She had just changed that mans mind, or maybe even his very soul, making him feel what she wanted him to.

�Beats knocking people out to get my way,� Rogue muttered before heading further into the crowded club.

Forgetting to put her guard up all the auras of the people inside nearly blew her mind apart. She felt the pressure build behind her eyes until she could suppress it and just see what she normally would. When her head stopped spinning she looked around, wondering how she was going to find this girl. If she was here. Which there was no guarantee she was.

Well, she thought. In books and stuff they can sometimes detect each other. I can fly, run a mile under a minute, see auras, why not detect other vamps.

In the confusion of loud Goth music and moving bodies, she closed her eyes and shut everything out. She kept thinking of what a vampire would feel like or anything that might help her. Very slowly it came to her. The soft but consistent tug that lead her though the crowd. She pushed people aside, slowly making her way to the girl�s washroom.

She was inside. This�whatever�was practically dragging her through the door. At the sink was a girl in a blood red top and black pants. Her long, straight red hair fell over her shoulders as she looked into the mirror, putting on lipstick it se. Ro. Rogue saw Merci�s reflection in the mirror and suddenly felt great anger.

This thing had killed her. Caused her to change and kill one of her friends. All this made her angry but somehow the fact that she could see herself while Rogue couldn�t, for all eternity it seemed, that really pissed her off. She silently moved behind the girl, no reflection to show she was there.

Merci smiled at her reflection, kissed the glass and turned around. She barely had time to register that anyone was there before a fist caught her in the jaw, lifting her off her feet and back into the glass, breaking it to shards that fell in the sink and on the counter.

Merci landed on the glass covered counter and saw the next punch coming. She blocked it and the next, kicking Rogue in the stomach back against a stall.

Merci, finally seeing her attacker, laughed gleefully. �Oh my god! Your alive!�

�Alive? ALIVE?� Rogue screamed. �You fucking killed me!� Rogue rushed towards Merci, who managed to get her feet under her and flipped right over the charge. Rogue, did a quick jump and planted a foot on the counter. Another quick jump and spin swung her body and leg around to plant a foot right in the side of Merci�s head.

The red haired vamp stumbled against a wall, beside the tampon machine. She ripped the dispenser off the wall and blocked a punch to her head.

�Will you fucking calm down�� Merci said between blocks.

Rogue didn�t answer. She managed to kick the semi-shield out of her killer�s hands and grab her by her hair. Usually she hated this kind of �girly� fighting. But this time she allowed, swinging Merci by her hair through the air and through the side of the side of the first stall. The steel barrier broke off its hinges, Merci falling on the floor, one hand landing in the less then clean toilet, the water a faint yellowish tint.

�Oh that�s just fucking nasty!� the girl screeched, standing and shaking her hand off. Rogue charged again. Merci, why couldn�t understand how a non-vamp learned to fight like this so fast, did a quick jab with her fouled hand right at Rogue face, slapping her hard.

No amount of Wolverine training can keep a 16 year old from just slapped with a urine-hand from jumping back and wiping her face franticly with a sleeve.

�Now that was just gross!� Rogue gagged, picking up the discarded and leaking Tampax dispenser to throw.

�Will you just hold on for one fucking second?� Merci yelled, holding the stall barrier between them.

�Name one good reason,� Rogue said before running and planting her foot in the barrier. Merci managed to jump out of the way and sat on the top of the next barrier.

�Because your hysterical and ripping up a perfectly good bathroom,� was the answer from above Rogue.

She was debating attacking Merci againn a n a girl came through the swing door, letting the deafening music and gawked at the carnage and the two girls, one improbably sitting on the wall of a toilet stall.

�What the fuck you do?� she asked them.

�Sorry,� Merci said with a wide, innocent grin. �We got a little carried away. You know how it is when you really get going.� She added with a wink.

The girl just looked at them, mouth open a little before walking back out.

The little interruption had helped Rogue to calm down atle tle and she looked back up at Merci.

�Did you do something to her?� Rogue asked.

�What do you mean,� Merci said, getting down and heading to a sink to wash her hand.

�Change her aura or something,� Rogue said, acutely aware that she really had no idea what she was talking about.

�You mean mess with her lights? Naw, most mortals just take things at face value and let it go. Don�t even realize what in their faces.� Merci wrung her hands and went to the dryer. �You�ve been back about a week, right�

Rogue tensed, remembering waking up in the dark and smell of dirt. �Yeah, how did you know?�

�All true vampires raise on the full moon,� Merci said simply walking back to Rogue. Looking her over. �I�ve been coming here every night for a couple of weeks, waiting for you to show up.�

This really stunned Rogue, thinking of how she had thought she would never find this girl again. �Why�s that?�

�Newbies always try and find the onest bit bit them. Feeling them out until they find them, all confused and needing guidance. Although they normally don�t get sucker punched,� Merci added, looking in the mirror at a bruise on her cheek.

Rogue almost felt sorry. �But what if it had been another vampire? Which you are right�� Rogue really needed to hear that she wasn�t just crazy this whole time.

Merci, seeming to read her thoughts, �yes you�re a vampire and so am I. You can�t feel other vamps except the one who made you and faintly the one who made that one. Most vamps you never feel.�

�Okay,� Rogue said slowly, letting her mind absorb all this carefully. �So why wait around for me?�

�Its considered bad taste to not help your kiddie along. Kinda like child abandonment.� Merci turned from the mirror and looked into the one in the front of Rogue�s where only clear space was. �Bummer you lost your reflection.�

Rogue glanced in the glass that she was not in. �how come you have one and I don�t?� she asked.

�About 1 in 5 aren�t born with one. Nobody knows why, just one of those random things,� Merci said, about to add more when the huge bouncer from the front came through the door with two others.

�Wassa fuck happa in heah?� he roared angrily in his weird accent.

Both girls looked at each other and said, �umm��

The three bouncers came in further, breaking glass under their boots. A tall blond one said, �You�re fucked now. Don�t know what you did in here but we�re calling the cop for you two bitches. Come quietly or get your ass nailed� The three advanced on them.

Neither girl seemed too fond of the word bitch. The looked at each other and waited for them to come.
A couple of minutes later three huge bouncers were being thrown one by one out of the girl�s washroom and onto the packed dance floor. Dancers back off when Merci and Rogue came out, looking very satisfied. That won�t last however.

Rogue looked up to see a familiar head of white hair makes its way above the other heads, the slender body breaking through, a boy holding a sword by her side.

�Oh fuck,� Rogue whispered, seeing the murder in the once friendly eyes.

Merci looked up then and saw the two. �No rest for the wicked!�
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