Rogue's Kiss
Gone again
Thoughts like wind passed from one to the other, sometimes so faint that neither was sure where it came from.
“So what do you think?”
“I think she’s a vampire.”
“Never thought you would be superiousious.”
“Neither did I, but something like this changes views.”
“Well, I can’t change, least for me. I have to be firm.”
“Just don’t break okay?”
Jubilee came into the room, opening the fridge before shrieking “ewwww” and turning to them.
“Do you guys know why there’s plate of mold in the fridge with a label?”
The two got up to join and were about to bend to look when a great crash came from right behind them.
Rogue woke up to Kitty’s frantic screams for Kurt to wake up, please wake up!
The first thing she really noticed though was that she felt stronger then she had ever felt in her life. Her senses were so sharp that she could actually hear Kitty’s heart racing in her chest so fast that it seemed about to burst.
“Kitty,” she heard herself say before thinking as she got up. “If ya don’t calm down, yer hearts going to blow a gasket!”
When she stepped out of the shadows Kitty froze with fear. She was crouched on the floor, shaking Kurt by his shoulders. Her eyes were wide, blank saucers. It was amazing how Rogue noticed all the little details now. The way that nine of Kitty’s hair strands had escaped her ponytail and fell across her cheek in whispers of sound. The tiny flecks of blue in Kitty’s brown eyes were quite pretty once you knew they were there.
Rogue’s eyes swept the floor and fell on the dead, grayish Evan. Flashes of the murder, and psychic fight slammed back into her mind from the haziness of dreams.
Rogue sank to her knees by Evan and took his limp, cold hand in hers. The tears were hot and salty on her skin as they fell to her lips. They washed rosy tracks through the smears of blood still there.
“I killed him.” Rogue whispered, raising her eyes to Kitty.
It was strange really that he was. Rogue could still remember the way he would sometimes skate too close to her and she would flinch away for his own good, yelling at him for it. One time she had yelled at him that she would kill him if he did that again. He never did.
“But I did,” she whispered to herself, tears falling into her mouth.
Rogue caught Kitty’s movements and looked up to see her slowly backing out of the room, the blank terror screaming silently. Her chest expanded and retracted sharply with her breath.
“Kitty, no, I wont…would never…not you!” Rogue stammered hysterically, getting to her feet.
“Stay…away…from…me,” Kitty gasped out with each breath of fear. She hit the wall and started to slide towards the door.
Rogue was about to respond when Kurt started to stir on the floor. His yellow eyes slowly opened and the first thing he saw was the blood-streaked features of Rogue.
He hitched breath and let out a jarring scream of fear. Rogue flashed out her hand on instinct to still the noise. Her hand landed on her mouth and felt the familiar split second of heat that announced teleport.
She felt herself falling through the air and crash onto something hard that collapsed under her and Kurt’s weight. Her head snapped up into the glaring light of the kitchen’s 60-watt bulb. Blinding colours blinded her from the glare but she could see Scott, Jean and Jubilee backed against the cupboards. Kurt was screaming under her as he struggled to get free. Absently she could feel his heart and blood pounding in is body. Would she always know when someone was scared? What could she do? She killed Evan! What was going on?
Too many things were happening at once. Dimly she could here Jubilee begin to scream at seeing her. Jean was saying something that wasn’t reaching her in all this light and noise. Her mind was exploding! It didn’t help when the auras came back and she looked down at Kurt, only to be blinded further by the screaming yellow. When she looked at the other three she saw the same thing. She knew by now what this colour meant. All this rampant fear directed at her. And they were right to be. This wasn’t like when she just had that poison skin and had to cover up, this was her urge to kill them and drink, make herself stronger and she didn’t know where this feeling came from.
The thought of vampire swam on the edge of her vision but she kept it at bay, not letting it fall onto her. She couldn’t be damned. What did she deserve for that?
She fled. To the people in the room, all they could see was this streak of black head out the door as if the shadows kept her safe from eyes.
In a daze she found her way out of the house and down the long drive way. When she got to the fence she leapt and cleared the fence, hitting the pavement on the other side running.
Over the last week, she had let her mind slowly heal itself and remember in its own time what had happened at her death. That girl, Merci, had bit her, she had died, she had come back, and she had killed Evan.
“You know what this means you are.” Her mind whispered
“No, I’m not, fuck that, not real,” she panted as she ran to nowhere, just running.
“Yeah you are. You could face being dead so face being the living dead,”
“No…this is too much…too big….” She gasped running faster and faster, until everything became a blur around her.
“No its not. You’ve faced everything else life has chosen to show you, face this,” her mind said, starting to sound more like the Professor as it spoke.
She tried to stop running but her momentum carried her off her feet and right over the edge of a quarry pit.
She tensed and when she opened her eyes saw herself floating over a great drop. The only quarry she knew was right on the edge of town about a mile away. She had just run a mile under a minute. Nothing of Pietro standards but way beyond anything human.
She floated there. Letting her mind clear itself. A half moon hung over her, the rays warming her face.
She felt at peace.
Her tongue searched out her canines and went across them, feeling the slight points that she knew could grow.
“I’m a vampire,” she said to herself.
“I’m nosferatu!” she said louder
“I’M A FUCKING BLOOD SUCKER!!!” she screamed into the night, voice echoing in the pit below her.
And here, away from the mansion and all her friends, only herself to look to for comfort she added “and it ain't so bad.”