Rogue's Kiss

Rogue knew that something was off as soon as she entered the room. She didn’t show it however as she closed and locked the door behind her of their hotel room. Yeah, someone was definitely here…

Earlier in the evening the lock had been skillfully picked, leaving no scratch or sign to the eye that it had been tampered with. The door swung open and a figure walked into the room confidently, already knowing that no one was there. He had seen the two girls leave the room earlier that evening and knew from their routine that they wouldn’t e back until about dawn. The staff wouldn’t enter this late at night and he girls had already made it known that they didn’t want any staff to enter the room while it was theirs. The thief had noticed all these things while watching the two girls for the past few days. This was actually the fifth room he had entered this night, leaving theirs for last because of their habits.

He casually looked about the room, already being able to read so much about them just by being in the room. The two were close all right. Clothes were indiscriminately thrown everywhere, no sign of whose clothes belonged to whom. They seemed to share everything. Even underwear was mixed in with the mess. They didn’t seem to be sisters, they were too close in age and if they were maybe even twin, they would have kept their stuff separate. When you’re mistaken for someone else all your life you get a little greedy for what’s yours.

The bathroom was a likewise lived in mess of bottles and jars and make, all shared. Remy didn’t think the two were lovers, on the occasions he had seen them they hadn’t seemed THAT close.
But a little more looking around would show him.

He leisurely started looking through the room, quickly finding the hidden stash of money that all hotel stayers seemed to think the help would never find. Remy knew a few people on this hotels staff who could attest otherwise.

Remy LeBeau was a cocky guy of 6 feet who thought that he was invincible, thought that he was the best he thieves guild had. He wore a brown trench coat over black clothing that brought out his eyes, a red on black that made his handsome face look dangerous in a very good way. He broke a cardinal rule among thieves that night when he took the time to count the money he had found lying around. Any real thief could tell you never stick around and count the money because you never knew when the people who owned the money might return.

He learned that lesson quickly when he heard a key being inserted into the lock of the door behind him. In the two seconds he had he swore loudly in his head and dashed for the bed between him and the door, rolling under it and out of sight just as the door opened. He looked over and watched as a pair of boots walked in the room and paused. She knew something was wrong, but how? He had left no trace of himself…well, except for himself.

The door closed slowly behind the boots and locked.


Rogue shifted her sight into the colours and looked at the room. Definitely someone here. A dark blue after glow was in the room, showing the path of the person as it faded from the door, to the bathroom, the closest where their money was and around the bed…

From under the bed came the outer edges of the aura, a blue of the deepest ocean tinged only the slightest of nervous yellow. Other then that, whoever it was as cool as a cucumber. Rogue gave a tired grin and walked over to the bed. She couldn’t even smell any adrenaline or that faint thunder she can sometimes here when a heart nearby is really pumping.

“Wow,” she said faintly.


Under the bed he heard the little word and wondered what she was talking about. But then all thought was rushed from his head as the girl hopped onto the top of the bed and laid down. To Remy’s slight dismay she seemed to be making herself comfortable.

For the next ten minutes all was quiet, the only sound was Remy’s slow breathing which became very loud in his ears and Rogue was starting to be able to hear as she strained to catch any sound he made. He didn’t make any beyond the breathing.

Rogue was actually finding this a little fun, seeing which one of them would be the first to break cover, her letting whoever it is know she knew or whoever letting himself be known. It would end abruptly whenever Merci got back of course but for now it was a quiet game of chess.

Ten minutes more Rogue got a little bored and decided to have some fun. She reached over to her bedside table and opened the drawer. It was their candy drawer and she picked out some peanut M&Ms. Sure, for a vampire hey had absolutely no nutritional value but candy was still good. She opened the bag and popped one in her mouth, crunching it loudly for Remy to hear under the bed.

Then non-chalantly as could be she turned took another, turned on her side and chucked it under the bed.

It hit Remy square in the nose.

Deducing that the gig was probably up, smirked and took he candy and bit into it loudly, chomping and chewing away. If the girl had been going to call the cop, she would have done to already, might as well play along to get on her good side.

Rogue heard the loud chewing and stifled a laugh, taking two for herself and chewing even louder, even keeping her mouth open a little. Remy gave a quiet laugh that she heard.

When she heard a slight shuffle she looked over to see a slender black gloved hand reaching above the edge of her bed, palm up and doing a “come on” motion with the fingers for more candy. She finally burst out laughing and gave the palm a handful and it disappeared back down.

“So,” Rogue said, finally breaking the stalemate. “What’s ya name?”

“Je suis Remy,” came the Cajun accent. “Et toi?”

Grinning, she replied Rogue. “You do speak english don’t ya?”

“Mais, oui,” was the simple response. Rogue had to admit, that accent was sexy. It was a shame that Merci was probably going to kill him when she got back.

“So,” rogue began again. “Are you a perv or a thief?”

There was a small silence before he answered, “why do you say a perv?”

“A guy who breaks into a girls room is either looking for her money or her underwear, which are you?” Rogue finished.

“Ahh,” came the understanding sound. “I am a thief. The best thief in my family and this city.”

“Right,” Rogue drew out sarcastically. “And ending up trapped under the bed is just part of your style t?” t?”

“Mayhaps if I do then the beautiful girl above might dream of this poor boy for just one night,” came the suave answer.

‘Damn, he’s good!’ Rogue thought.

They ended up talking that way for the rest of the night, Rogue above and Remy below. They managed to do this without saying anything about themselves or where they were from. Another sort of game between them. Rogue knew that at the end of the night she was going to have to help Merci kill him and get rid of his body the next night and it made her sad. Why couldn’t she just talk to him? Did she have to bring death to everyone she met? At one point during their conversation she silently began to cry.

Too soon the two fell quiet when they heard a key jammed into the locked and twisted open. Merci
literally floated in and slammed the door behind her, already talking.

“Hey, I finally found out where the gatherings going to happen tomorrow night, ran into a guy on bourbon and he told me after these three hours of fucking that I have to tell you about in detail! He did this really cool thing with his fangs…”

Merci finally stopped her and looked at Rogue and asked, “what’s wrong?”

Rogue almost said nothing and but knew Merci would notice eventually.

“Could ya come out now?” she asked. Merci gave her a strange look until a tall, dark and very sexy mad stood rolled out from the otherside of the bed and stood up, a little smile that turned Rogue’s insides to mush when she finally saw him.

Merci gaped at the guy. Then at Rogue and back. She did this a few more times before yelling and laughing, “I knew it! I knew you were holding out on me! I knew it!”

Rogue grinned and rolled her eyes, still lying down. “It’s not like that…”

“Bullshit,” she teased. “What, you just came back here and found him under the bed?”

Rogue again burst out laughing, this time so hard her stomach started to hurt. Remy, the mater of cool he is, also couldn’t help laughing.

“Okay,” Merci drawled. “Ya’ll are nuts! Who are you?” Merci could have just scanned him but asked anyway, finding this a little funny herself.

The guy who looked about the age she had been when she turned told her his first name and didn’t grace them with the second. That’s when Merci got an idea.

“Well, Remy, if that is your real name, what are you doing tomorrow night?” Merci asked.

Rogue froze in horror, knowing instantly what Merci as doing.

Remy shrugged and said, “depends. What do you have in mind?”

“Just this rave that’s happening tomorrow, you in?” Merci shrugged but grinning widely. This was fun. If he said yes, he walked, if not then he was dead. Either way…

Remy thought for a moment. He hadn’t heard of any rave happening that night during the Mardi Gras and he heard everything. Not only that but the more he looked the more he didn’t like the look in this girl Merci’s eyes. Suddenly he had the thought that refusing her was a bad idea. Besides he wanted to know this rave he heard nothing about an if it turned out to be dangerous he couldn’t handle these two.

Remy threw out his arms, shrugged and grinned. “Sure, why not. Sounds like fun.”

“Cool,” Merci said. “Meet us here an hour after sunset tomorrow.”

The thief took that as his cue to leave. He looked down at Rogue and gave her a warm smile. He leaned down, took her pale hand and kissed it, wondering at how cold she was.

“Thank you for the candy,” he breathed against her hand and left the room past Merci who closed the door after him.

When Merci turned around, she found Rogue sitting up and glaring at her. “What?”

“Why did you do that?” Rogue asked, obviously upset.

“Fuck, you act like you don’t want to see him again,” Merci shot out.

“But you know what’s going to happen to him there.”

“Yeah, I do. So?”

Rogue fell silent but kept looking at her.

Merci smirked. “If you feel that stly aly about him, bite him yourself tomorrow.” She strolled into the bathroom for a shower, leaving Rogue on the bed.