AN: Rewriting my first Victor Creed story because I have a few new ideas and I dislike a lot of parts from the original story. I will leave the original story on of course, under the name 'Diamonds are forever'.
But this is Diamonds are forever 2.0 !
lol ;-)
Victor smirks as he walks up to the house. His little brother said he didn't have time for him today. Which makes it so much more fun for Victor to visit him anyway.
It's been a long time since he last visited his Jimmy. At least two months or so.
He still doesn't understand why Jimmy would ever quit the job. The pay is good and it settles his blood lust. They had a good thing going, the two of them. But fine, freedom of choice and what not. So if Jimmy wanted to live out his days in these woods, who was he to judge?
At least Jimmy didn't abandon him this time. Ungrateful little asshole.
Suddenly the big feral mutant is stopped in his tracks. Something in the air hits him like a brick. The sweetest smell his senses have ever picked up.
It's almost mind numbing.
He shakes his head. It can't be.
Because it would never happen to him.
For him.
Whatever kind of God was out there, he or she would never let Victor Creed have something like that.
Then again, perhaps this was proof that there is nothing out there. Because if there was, it would definitely not choose Victor Creed to be rewarded with a mate.
It couldn't be.
But as Victor increases his pace, his senses heighten. The pheromone level significantly increases as he nears Logan's cabin.
James Logan is too late with opening the door. Loud cracking noises announce Victor's presence as he bursts through it.
"Where is she?".
Logan growls, his adamantium claws ready for a brawl. He instantly feels this is not a friendly visit.
"What're ya talking about Victor?" he pretends to be ignorant.
Victor inhales sharply as he shakes his head "Not this time Jimmy. You will not fool me again. Tell me where she is".
"You're imagining things again Victor. Just like-".
"Four years ago Jimmy?" Victor roars loudly "Where is she and who is she? I can smell she's been here so tell me, or I will rip out your throat and hunt her down".
Four years ago Victor faintly smelled something like this when he ran into Jimmy unexpectedly. He thought he smelled his feral mate, but it was only faint and Jimmy convinced him that he was imagining things. After that, things were blurry. He woke up with Jimmy next to him, telling him they were attacked.
But not this time. This time Victor Creed is sure. This is his mate. The one person in the world he never believed to run into. The one person in the world he didn't even believe to exist.
Feral females were rare and often died young, never making it to their last feral cycle, killed by male ferals who were not in control and who were not their mate. Or making it past their last feral cycle, only to die because they were without a mate.
"You cannot have her Victor" Logan speaks darkly "Not her".
"She's my goddamn right Jimmy. So either tell me where she is, or step aside" Victor threatens as he moves in on his younger brother, his sharp talons are itching for a fight.
Logan moves around the room, blocking the doorway now "I can't let you do that Victor".
Victor smirks evilly, showing his sharp fangs "Have it your way little brother".
3 hours earlier
With angry strides she walks up to what is presumably Logan's place. She's walking slower and slower with each step and she knows it.
It's almost as if she carries a massive brick inside her stomach.
Logan is such an asshole.
And she has no desire to see him.
She inhales slowly as the gravel loudly grates beneath her boots.
She wonders who's more of a dick. Logan or Scott.
Mister laser-eyes is such a goody little two shoes. Always nagging about what not. Half the time she hardly listens. Always up her ass about her language and attitude. It's not like she behaves that way in front of the kids so Scott really needed to butt out.
So, usually the enemy or your enemy would be your friend, right?
But that would either make Logan or Scott her friend...
The thought alone makes her want to puke.
Nope. Never gonna happen. One of them annoys her half to death and the other one left her when she needed a guiding hand the most. When she was in dire need of a friend who understood her.
Logan.
He used to be her friend. Her very best friend. But now he was not.
Phoebe takes another deep breath as she knocks on his door. Looking at the sky she throws her head back and sighs. This needs to be done.
"Phoebe".
Yup, it's his house already.
His voice is gruff. She never even noticed him opening the door.
She turns around, suddenly eye to eye with Logan.
"Logan" her tone is cold. It has been over four years. And certain wounds never heal.
He seems uneasy "What are you doing here kid?".
She rolls her eyes. Great. As welcome as ever. Just like old times.
"Nice to see you too Logan. And trust me. If I did not absolutely have to come here, I would not".
"Phoebe, you don't understand. You have to leave".
Angrily she pushes him aside and marches into the house. This time she will not be sent away.
"Now you listen to me for a change Logan. You left me without any explanation. I thought you were my friend but apparently I was wrong. Fine. I can deal. I no longer care" she lies "But I'm in trouble and you're the only one who can help me. I don't need more than maybe 10 minutes of your time, okay?".
Logan walks over to the window and gazes outside nervously. His breathing is fast and she can all but hear his heart thumping rapidly.
Whatever. His problems were his.
"Alright. Let's go to Xavier's school and talk about it over there" Logan replies hurriedly.
"Oh sure" she scoffs sarcastically "So you can NOT show up again? Fat chance. I'm in trouble. Feral trouble Logan. And you're the only one who can help me because you're the only fucking feral who's been through this shit".
"Phoebe you don't understand. I don't know when he comes over. He could be-".
"I'm losing control Logan!" she raises her voice, no longer able to keep the anger inside "I keep losing control more and more lately. I'm having trouble focusing, keeping my anger under control. I cannot do this alone! I don't need you to be my friend, I just need some goddamn help. Now will you help me or not?!".
She hardly notices the pained look in his eyes. She is too consumed by her anger. And why shouldn't she be? How could he still be this selfish after all these years?
"Phoebe. You have to go. Now".
His voice was dark and full of threat. This was no joke. He actually has the guts to send her away after all these years.
Phoebe fights to suppress the angry tears in her eyes. She fucking knew he wouldn't help her.
Jerk.
She runs her hands through her hair in frustration. "Fine!" she finally snaps at him "I shouldn't have come here. Thanks for nothing Logan. Again".
She slams his door shut as she angrily walks out, muttering all kinds of curse words meant for Logan to hear. It was a dumb thing to come here. But he is her only chance because she nor anyone around her, has any frikkin' clue how to deal with these feral cycles.
Ever since the second feral cycle, she is getting more and more aggressive. By now she's dealing with some serious anger management issues and it isn't like her at all.
Logan can help her, she knows he can. But he won't because he is an asshole who fucks off whenever he feels like it.
Hank has been helping her so far, but his feral mutation is so different from Phoebe's. He never had the same control issues like she's having now.
Fuck it, she'll manage on her own. And if shit really hits the van, there's always Rogue's suggestion:
The cure.
AN: Hope you enjoyed it!
I plan on making Victor a little darker than the original story and the plot will also be different because I think my new ideas are better :-)
But I do need time guys, because rewriting is actually a lot more work than I expected :-)
