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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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Remy LeBeau was leaning against a stone wall about a mile under New Orleans, looking for all the world like any slightly disinterested person. He didn’t let it show that he was, in fact, hyper aware of everything that was going on around him. You would be too if you were being held prisoner by hundreds of vampires, every single one of them looking at you as if they wanted to find out just how spicy your Creole blood was.

The fear he had been denying up to now was churning inside of him hard. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face and he jumped when he felt something wet and cool lick it off. He whipped around to see a girl with black streaked blonde hair looking at him with a look that on any other girl might have been lust. But he wasn’t deluding himself.

It was hunger.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, licking her lips. “You’re scared…that makes you taste really good!”

Remy tried to back away but she quickly wrapped iron arms around him and nuzzled her nose against his neck, nipping lightly at the skin, playing with him. Remy struggled to get free until he felt a hand on his chest, shoving him and the hungry vampire apart.

“Back off!” Rogue hissed, baring her fangs a little. “He’s mine, ya hear?”

The blonde hissed a little back before disappearing into the crowd. Rogue turned to Remy and pulled him close, bringing her mouth close to the side of his head. Remy had the thought he was only saved so she could eat him herself when he felt her lips at his ear saying, “news flash, sugah. Vampires can smell fear.”

Remy, never one to actually admit he’s scared spoke softly into her ear. “Wasn’t scared, Cher. Just worried you might be jealous of seeing me with another woman. Remy didn’t want you getting the wrong idea and be mad with him.”

Rogue felt a shiver run through him when she felt his warm, moist breath against her ear. The vibration of his words seemed to travel all through her body, seeming to make her whole body pulse and shiver. She suddenly became very aware of his body against hers and the heat he emitted. Saliva flooded her mouth and she pulled away.

“And what would give you the idea I would care?” she said sarcastically before turning and walking back into the crowd. Remy smirked a little, even in this situation liking the effect he had on her. He followed close behind, thinking it might be best to keep close to the girl who might have saved his life twice tonight. He stopped and let her go, remembering what he had been doing.

Remy took a deep breath and went back to his wall.

The wall he was casually leaning against had holes in it. Many holes. He had found it after confirming that the thick steel door at one end of the huge lozenge shaped space was indeed the only way out and in. it was guarded by huge vampires who must have been linebackers in their previous life. They didn’t rely on their size alone to ward off trouble. The machine guns they carried would do that work for them.

A little sigh had escaped him when he had realized this, the first doubts of him getting out slowly creeping up the back of his mind. Then he sighed again. And took a deep breath.
This place was locked tight with one door. No vents, shafts, port holes or any other possible escape route. Master thief that he is, he saw nothing.

Then how the hell was he breathing?

He wasn’t sure if vampires needed to breath but he guessed that they might want their “snacks” to remain alive long enough for their blood to be nice and warm when dancing had worked up their thirst and hunger. So where was the air coming from?

He searched again, more thoroughly, avoiding bumping into anyone in the crowded area. The place was packed and hot and reeked of the many bodies there. It was a strange scent they gave off. Not exactly unpleasant but wild and strong, maybe what a lion would smell like after a day of hunting and killing.

And of course he could smell the blood, that cloying tang was everywhere. Remy didn’t have to need a frame of reference to know what huge amounts of spilled blood smelled like and that was what it was, a thick, metallic smell that left an aftertaste in the back of his throat. It told him exactly what was happening every time he passed one of those dark corners and it made him want to retch. Dark shapes moved and jerked in those corners but not in lust. At least not for the one dying it wasn’t.

If he didn’t find a way out, he knew it would be him dying and being bled dry in one of those corners. Probably that chienne Merci taking the first bite.

At the far end of the room, opposite the door and at the end of the lozenge was the wall. It had many holes in it that could have been there for any reason but when Remy leaned against it he could feel a faint draft making its way in. It was dark at this end and probably not safe for him to hang around but this could be his only way out.

Anybody glancing his way would only have seen a human knocking his hand against the wall and nodding his head with the beat. Remy was trying to find out how thick this wall was. After a few raps he decided it was very thick. Thick enough to that he couldn’t tell if it was four feet or forty feet deep. Trying to peer into one of the black tubes showed him nothing but shadow.

He looked around and spotted his “dates” in the crowd. The one he didn’t like was currently grinding between two guys who were not at all shy about where they hands roamed. Merci for her part must have thought exploration a fine thing since she was letting them slip hands and fingers into her clothes as they moved to the music. They were only still pictures in the strobes that flashed, like pornographic stills from a bizarre magazine. The one he did like was seated on a couch off to the side by one of the many bars. Remy could very well imagine her this way in a thousand other clubs, just watching the people float by and nodding her head softly to the music, lost in her own thoughts. If someone had suddenly told him that her life as a vampire had started this way he would not have been surprised.

He turned his attention back to the wall and tried to think over the noise. He had two options: one, try and blast through this wall and hope he broke through before hundreds of vampires tore him apart, or two, try and go through the guards at the front and hope he could kill them and get through the door and deal with any guards on the other side before hundreds of vampires tore him apart.

Seemed like six de l’un d’eux, une demi-douzaine de l’autre to Pere LeBeau’s little boy.

“Remy give an inch off ill bite for a distraction right now…” he thought wryly.

That’s when things started happening fast.

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When they had been going over the night’s plan, Blade had said that the hardest part was going to be surprising them.

Whistler had given a smoker’s rattling chuckle and said “You think that’s going to be the hardest part, kid? Just getting ‘em organized is going to be about fifty hemorrhoids worth of pain in the ass!”

Blade sometimes hated it how Whistler was rarely wrong.

“We should jus’ go in there and smoke em out!” Rustle Manchester yelled for about the tenth time in his Irish accent. Gesturing obnoxiously with his arms for attention leather and belts creaked and jingled all over his body. “It worked for me in Canada! Blood suckers never knew what hit 'em!”

“That was a fucking brass ass miracle you actually pulled that off and you know it!” Katey Lyons had yelled back. Her short brown hair was frizzed out like she had gotten a shock. Saying it was untameable like her was Titan’s favourite joke. She stood about four foot eight in her combat boots but her voice carried well and clear over the din of fifty hunters all knowing what the best plan of attack was.

“Shut it, Katey!” he shot back with a pointed finger. Tattoos ran all over this hand and over most of his body, including his face. “You’ve never taken out as many as I have in a go! Go find a corner with Titan and do something useful with your fucking gob!”

Titan was just quick enough to snag the back of his wife’s jacket before she rushed the Irish and rearranged his face for him. Titan, a burly six’ six and two hundred and sixty pounds of muscle, was husband and opposite to Katey. He simply gave a deep rumbling sigh, holding his piece and his wife’s thrashing, swearing form.

This wasn’t the only fight that was on the verge of breaking out as the gathered hunters argued over how to proceed that night. It didn’t seem to matter that Blade and Whistler had already formed a plan. Vampire hunters by trade rarely went around in teams and certainly never one this large. Whistler had been wondering what a bunch of alpha wolves in one room would be like. Now he was seeing.

As for Blade he had known this was going to be hard, had even tried to think of a way he could take out the gathering on his own but couldn’t think of one where he came out alive. So he and Whistler had come up with one that involved a lot of help.

Too bad the help wasn’t helping.

He was just considering cracking a few skulls to get everyone’s attention again (that dumbass Manchester would have been his first choice) when a blinding white bolt of lightning lashed the ceiling, giving off a great crack of thunder that had most people covering their ears and cringing as small chunks of debris rained down on the crowd.

Everyone went dead quiet in the aftermath and looked at Ororo Munroe.

She was wreathed in great crackling streams of electricity, her eyes a glowing bluish white.

When she was sure she had everyone’s attention she said “I did not come here to listen to adult squabble like children in the playground. I came like you because I was asked to come by one who has killed more vampires than anyone in this room and has survived more than any of us. Now either hear what he has to say or leave,” filaments of lightning coursed from her eyes and over her white hair, crackling wildly. “I will brook nothing else.”

Storm didn’t have to turn around to know that Kurt and Rahne were at her back and ready. They showed none of the nervousness they felt at staring down a room full of killers.

There were many angry glares but nobody said anything, knowing better then cross the one known as Storm. She had developed a nasty reputation for ruthlessness in a short time and nobody was stupid enough to test it. Stupid hunters didn’t live long.

Storm shot Blade a sharp look that spoke more clearly than words. “Go on, I don’t have all night.”

Blade raised an eyebrow behind his dark glasses and chuckled. He hadn’t been sure about including the three mutants in his plans but Whistler pointed out her abilities might come in handy. He still hated when Whistler was right but was glad he listened to the old man.

“Manchester isn’t far off actually,” Blade said, shooting the Irish a hard look just in time to make him shut his tattooed trap again before it could get up and run. “How easy this goes depends on a question…” he trailed off. I cocked his head to the side and looked at the weather witch.

“Just how strong is that wind of yours?”

Storm simply crossed her arms and raised her own eyebrow. This time her look seemed to say “test me and find out.”
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