Rogue's Kiss

Mardi Gras.

Was there ever a better time or place for a vampire? Hot humid night air of New Orleans. One of those blessed places that don’t have winter. One of the major banes of being a vampire, the longest nights are invariably the coldest ones.

Rogue leaned against the wall of an alley, looking out at the parade passing by. Hundreds of people screamed and danced with the deep drumbeats that echoed off the floats. The hot air vibrated with the rhythm. Shadows embraced Rogue as she watched the barely restrained chaos.
Merci was in the thick of it, jumping and dancing, her red hair flying all about her, with the rest of the humans. Like she was one of them. Which she was Rogue supposed. One time Merci had said something about vampires being just as human as mutants. Rogue had thought on this for a long time. Was she just another type of human? Another link in evolution? She could never buy that. What kind of species fed on its own kind? She could probably think of several but didn’t want to.

Merci was now in the center of a group of men jumping up and down as one of the bead floats passed by. She lifted up her black top and flashed pale breasts capped with the lightest of pink nipples. The men around her roared and cheered both at her and the rain of beads that fell on them. Rogue’s sharp eyes watched as a red one flew through the air towards Merci who jumped for it but a much taller man caught it and held it over her head. Merci pouted at him. He leaned over and spoke in her ear over the noise and Merci smiled.

Rogue sighed and went back to watching the crowd. All these people, just having fun in one of the only parades of its kind. Energy and emotion was high and Rogue got curious. She had never tried this with such a hyped up crowd. Only once on a crowded New York street and Merci had had to drag her away when she had started screaming. But she was stronger now. Who knows, maybe she could actually control all these people.

Changing her focus, Rogue let the lights in. they blasted her mind like an optical H-bomb making her gasp as an instant lethal migraine took her. Her eyes felt like they would explode before she stopped it. She had lasted about half a second. In that second, the entire sky was a blaze of colour, all the colours in the world penetrating everything. Every person as bright as a sun giving off brilliance.

Rogue slumped against the wall retreating further into the dark alley, letting the dark heal her eyes. The time she had tried that in New York had been 6 months earlier, just after leaving Bayville forever. She had still had no control and they had slipped in, nearly breaking her stilldglidgling mind. Merci had been afraid if she had kept doing it she would end up catatonic.

Merci.

She had kept her alive those first couple of months, force-feeding her victims when needed. Rogue had needed blood at least twice a week just to keep from passing out by that point. The funny thing about the blood is that the more you drank, the more you needed. It was the worst thing imaginable. Imagine being not addicted to heroin, but needing it to actually live. Merci thought it was probably possible to phase the blood down to something like once a month but that would take years and more strength she thought anyone had. For they really did need the blood to live. All its power did keep them just at the very end of deaths leash.

They had hidden out in many downtown back rooms and hidden places, Merci bringing people down to her, cutting their throats and pulling Rogue string ing head to the wound. Once the liquor touched her lips she fed on her own. It was like the blood drew her in as she drew it out, sucking down to the last drops. It was so…wonderful. And rogue hated that it could be so good. This lover who demanded too much of her but she went back and back.

Eventually she started feeding on her own. Going with Merci and sharing the kill together. It was supposed to be that she would start doing it on her but they had never quite gotten to that point. Not that Rogue couldn’t. She could be the two had become very good friends in all this. Merci was her only anchor in the sea of red and she was one to be trusted not to sink her. Besides she was fun to have around, making everything almost like a game that Rogue hated until she saw how necessary it was. If Rogue had thought about what she did in those early days she would be dead, not being able to do it. She was strong enough now. And it was good thing she was because she had something Merci or no vampire that Merci had heard of had.

Andrew Davis. Marcy Kitchener. d Mad Marshal. Kent Luci.

All these people we in Rogue head because she had ed ted them. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was a mutant turned vampire or just one of those weird new powers that Merci says pops up every now and again, but when Rogue fed and killed she got the persons…well, soul is the only way to put it. It wasn’t just their memories. She got their essence, everything about them. It was worse then her poison touch before this was tinged in blood.

So far Rogue had killed 114 people. 77 males, 37 females. 42 of them had had children. 53 children had been orphaned because of her, some being, Alyssa, age 7, Peter, age 10, Mary, 4, Chandler, 13, Timmy, 2, Tar-Bear, 3 months and other cute names given by parents who weren’t coming back home. Wanna know the parents who had to give funerals for children who should have outlived them?RoguRogue knew all this cause each of the 114 people were stuck in a box in her head, imprisoned for life in very dark rooms with no doors. It was the only way. If she let them run around they would destroy her like Evan had tried to do.

Oh Evan. Sometimes she almost didn’t think about him until she felt her new bones shifting in her body. They were heavier new but flexible. She supposed she could get used to them but she didn’t want to, lest she forget. His box was still there with all the others. It seemed she would never run out of space. Rogue guessed she had to thank the Professor. He taught her how to wall up the voices. it was funny, she had never had this much control over the persons in her mind when she was alive. now they were at her mercy.

Speak of the devil. Merci was heading her way with the guy she had been smiling with, the red beads hanging around her neck, a triumphant smile on her smooth face. The guy was following her, his hand in hers into the dark alley where Rogue was.

He didn’t see her; he caught up with Merci and turned her back to the wall, showing her how strong he was in an attempt to turn her on. Merci could have put her fist through his chest.
“So, what’s my surprise?” he said, sounding only a little drunk as his head bent forward to kiss and nibble her neck. Rogue cold already smell, the chemicals flowing in the blood, giving it flavour to make the saliva flood her mouth. Merci turned her head to give him access, looking at Rogue deep in the shadows and replying, “she is.”

The guy raised his head just as Rogue walked out of the deeper shadows, making her just barely visible, only a dark outline of female figure. Rogue focused on his aura and walked the rest of the way to the guy. It was the deep red of lust, wafting around him, poring out of him. Rogue stepped up to him with a slight smile and grabbed the back of his head, kissing him. The guy immediately responded. After all, why not, didn’t all those Mardi Gras videos on the net prepare you for this sort of thing? His tongue parted her lips nicely and slid into her mouth. Despite everything, despite what she knew they were going to do, she responded back, her hands slipping around his waist and pulling himse, se, nestling his hard cock into her crotch.

Being denied any kind of contact for 2 years now had made her a nympho, as Merci liked to say anyway. The two fell back onto Merci who easily took there weight and wrapped her own hands around the guy, going between their bodies, stroking his stomach and chest. This of course had the back of her hand stroking Rogue’s breasts as well. Rogue wondered why she didn’t mind. Its not like Merci had ever come onto her, maybe it was just something in the moment. They were about to share death. What’s a touch on the boob?

Merci was kissing the back of the guy’s neck, now reaching down andoingoing the zipper of his pants. Rogue was still kissing him, her tongue following his into his mouth, leading it back and sucking on it. One of his hands slid under the green mesirt irt she wore and under the black bra that showed through. His hand was very hot on her cool skin, making the nipple rise up in the way that cold would for anybody else. The nub was rubbed and circled. The boy had some skill, Rouge had to admit. His other hand found its way under her leather skirt, no stalkings in the way, only a black thong (just so no panty lines would show, she swore). His fingers worked well together as the crotch was pulled aside and his index found her clit quickly, rubbing it. Rogue’s hips bucked towards him and his pants fell open. Merci’s hand could be felt between them sliding into the boxers and grabbing him firmly. Her cool hand slid up and down the hot flesh quickly and easily, making the guys hips sway with the motion. Now Rogue and the man were moaning into each other’s mouth, working against each other. Rogue slid her mouth to the guy’s neck, Merci still kissing the other side.

His orgasm came quickly then, flooding the blood with new life, energy and flavour. Both girls sank their teeth into his throat as he came. For the guy, whose name was Mitchell as Rogue knew now, it was the greatest orgasm of his life, with a down to equal as he slipped into unconsciousness. The two drank deeply of all his blood until there was none left and fell back away from him, letting the now dead body drop.

“Oh, god,” Merci moaned in ecstasy, licking her lips. “That guy must have worked out. His blood was so pure and clean, only a smidge of alcohol for flavour.”

Rogue swayed for a moment before shaking her head awake. She had been stuffing soul number 115 into his box. “He was an all star track runner at his school.” Rogue said, looking at the body. “He always wanted to go to Mardi Gras. His sister Katie wanted to come but she’s only six and couldn’t…”

“Rogue,” Merci said quietly. She was right. Rogue still got a little trippy right afterwards. What Merci didn’t know was Rogue hoped she always kept that “trippyness” as Merci called it.

Merci stretched down, got the guys wallet and took all the money and credit cards, and headed for the alley mouth, Rogue following. They left the body, it no doubt would be picked up in the morning. The family would be told that he fell victim to violence or something. Merci didn’t really understand why it went like that but she had a “don’t rock the boat your in attitude.”

“I definitely need a littoninoning satisfaction,” Merci said. She had a habit of screwing right after a feed. “Would you like to join me?” she added already knowing the answer.

“No, that’s alright,” she replied a tired look on her face. “I’ll see you back at the hotel.” She veered off and walked into the noisy crowd, still able to hear what Merci yelled at her.

“You can’t stay a virgin forever!”

“ah can try,” she said to herself.