Kittens Have Claws, Too.
Sabretooth has found his mate does he have the patience to wait.
SEVENTEEN YEARS BEFORE LIBERTY ISLAND
David was pacing, back and forth, Victor didn't know why he was even here, he hated hospitals, hated the smells and the sounds. Dee was screaming in the room down the hall, he had Megan in his lap, her three year old fingers twisting the ties of his leather shirt.
"Why the hell did ya drag me down here?" He grumbled at his lieutenant. They had a small mercenary operation going, hire out to the highest bidder and go in and settle problems. It made good money, but he never could understand why the hell David had had to go and marry Diane, fuck her yea, but marry?
Now the second kid was on the way, and here he was, sitting in the damned hospital, watching Dave pace instead of working on their next contract. He was about to dump Megan on the floor and walk out, when the doctor came in.
"It's a girl." He said as the door swung shut behind him.
Dave picked up Megan and swung her in the air. "You have a baby sister." He laughed.
Victor just shook his head. "Can we get going now?
"Don't you want to at least see the baby?"
"No."
"Well, I need to go back and check on Dee, would you at least keep an eye on Megan." He rolled his eyes at Dave, but damn he trusted the guy with his back, he needed to keep him at least content.
"Fine, but she gets chocolate on me, I am going ta wring her neck." He growled. It didn't do any good, she just climbed back in his lap, her chocolate covered hands gripping his leather shirt. If he didn't need Dave for this job, he would just walk out, but shit, he was one of the best explosives guys out there.
He glared down at the toddler in his lap; how the hell had he ended up like this? One of the nurses smiled at him, and he snarled back. She just laughed, and walked over, taking the squirming child out of his lap and finding her some toys to play with. That was at least better. He had been sitting in this damned waiting room for eight hours already, and Dave still needed to see the damned baby. SHIT.
He zoned out, not really asleep, but only half aware of what was going on around him. This job down in Venezuela was going to be good money for all of them. He had a five man team ready to go, well as soon as Dave was through with all this domestic father husband crap. An oil company had hired them to protect some rigs, and maybe sabotage a competitor's rigs, and have a little fun with the locals. It wasn't a bloody job, by any means, but well hell, he could always find a good bar fight.
The door finally opened and Dave walked out, a blanket wrapped bundle in his arms. SHIT! He'd brought the damned squalling parasite.
"Vic, Dee and I were talking, and well we'd like you to be the Godfather." He moved like he was going to hand the screaming infant to him. Appalled, Victor backed up, his hands in the air. Nearly tripping over the toddler screaming for the baby behind him, he was glad that she stole the attention away from him. Dave didn't seem offended at Victor's reaction, leaning down to let the little girl look at the tiny, red face, screaming in a pile of useless flesh in his arms. A sudden smell hit him in the sinuses like a ton of bricks. He glanced around the waiting room, thinking that someone had walked in, but no one was there. He took a long sniff, and then turned back to Dave. It was coming from the infant.
He took two steps forward, and looked down, its eyes were screwed shut, and it was screaming, loudly. His ears hurt – should be bleeding - but that smell…that scent…it couldn't be. Dave gave him a strange look and held the tiny bundle out to him. He took it, one hand behind its tiny head, the other under the bottom, and both of his large hands meeting in the middle of her back. As soon as he touched her, took her into his arms, she ceased her crying, and opened her eyes. The twin orbs were dark as they stared up at him, and he could smell the feral blood running through her veins. His hands nearly trembled as he held her; he was afraid he would drop her, hurt her. She was that rarest of things- a female feral- and in that instant, Victor Creed's life was changed forever.
He looked at David. "Godfather you said."
"Yea." Dave grinned at him.
"I'm going ta be a hell of a lot more than that. You raise her, and raise her right, but she's mine, as soon as she is old enough, and don't ever forget it." Dave gave him a look of horror, and then shrugged. Victor knew David and Diane would raise her right, he just hoped to hell; when her time came, he would be there, ready to claim her.
"What are you going to name her?"
"Katherine."
"Kitten, I like it." He grinned, and looked down at the towheaded toddler at his feet. "What do you think, Megan? Do you like your new Kitten?"
"She's noisy and she stinks." The three year old said precociously. Both men roared their laughter at the little girl's statement.
He handed the bundle to her father and grinned at him.
"Take all the time you need, Dave, this job ain't that big a deal, you can join us later, I'm still cuttin ya in." Dave just looked at him, surprised, holding the baby against his chest. Damn, she had started screaming again. Victor needed to get out of there, before he burst an eardrum. He hoped to hell her voice wasn't that shrill when she got older.
"Vic, there's no need for that. I mean I appreciate the thought, but we are fine. You and the guys split it even; I can sit this one out." David was trying to quiet the Kitten, unsuccessfully. Victor reached out and took her from him, putting her up on his shoulder – with false ease - as if he held babies every day. She quieted immediately and just cooed against his neck.
David just looked at him in awe.
"You are gettin your share, so quit fussin like a frail. And if ya can't get my mate ta settle down, I'll take her ta her damned mother ta eat." He glared at the new father. He hated anything that made him feel soft, and damned if he wasn't feeling really damned soft at the moment. He wanted to purr and soothe her, make her calm, anything to prevent her screaming again. The softness of her tiny breaths against his throat was soothing.
He pushed through the doors, and straight to the room where he could smell Diane. He carried the baby in, and handed his Kitten to her mother. "Will you feed her for crying out loud? She is making my ears bleed."
Diane just grinned at him. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't intimidate her. Maybe she knew just how valuable her husband was to him, and he wouldn't do anything to make David unhappy. "Victor, it's nice of you to visit us. I didn't know you were so good with babies. She is so quiet."
He just glared at the new mother, before pulling a chair up to the side of the bed. The Kitten was rooting around, trying to find something against her mother's chest. The nurse came in with a bottle and Diane began trying to feed the baby.
"Damned fake shit." He grumbled. Diane just laughed at him, but the baby wasn't having any of it. "She wants the real thing."
Diane agreed with him and quietly turned a bit for privacy as she gave the Kitten what she was looking for. He heard the new mother's intake of breath as the baby feral latched on. He grinned; his Kitten was going to be a handful, when she got older.
"Diane, I need ta talk ta ya." He said quietly. He didn't want to scare her, but he needed her to understand. "The Kitten, she ain't normal."
"What do you mean, Victor?" Diane and David were some of the few people he trusted enough to talk about his mutations with.
"She's going ta be like me, feral. I don't know what physical changes she will have, but she's going ta have the healin, the senses, I don't know when they will start, some may have already, I can smell it in her, though." He heard David come in behind him. He must have found someone else to watch the brat.
"Is that what this is about, Victor? What your statement out there was about." David pulled up another chair, and sat quietly at his wife's side. Victor knew Dave trusted him, would take a bullet for him, and knew that Vic would take one for him. He was one of the few people that could say that. That trust was probably the only thing that had kept David from trying to kill him in the waiting room.
"Yea…females ferals are rare. They usually don't make it past adolescence." He could smell the fear from both of her parents. "Males, well our biology is different. She will be one of the rare ones that make it. I will see to it."
"How, Vic?" Diane asked, he could smell how tired she was, but she was afraid for her newborn and that fear was keeping her going.
"When the time comes, sometime between fifteen and twenty, she will go through her first estrus. It really fucks with female feral biology; most of them die of heart failure from it. The healing factor don't work when our own bodies are working against us. Anyway, you ain't got to worry 'bout that. She'll have a mate, so she will survive."
"A mate?"
"ME!" He growled at her.
His Kitten woke up at the sound, and reached her tiny hands for him. Her mother was startled by how quietly the infant stared at him, as if memorizing him.
"I want her ta have everything a kid should have. I ain't going ta say nothin to her, until the time is right. I'll be there, as a Godfather, friend, whatever if she needs me, but when her time comes all bets are off and she's mine." He watched Diane, he knew David would accept it; he worked for him, fought with him. It was the damned frail that would cause problems.
Diane just smiled. "It's a long way away, Victor. I am going to enjoy her, here and now, and guide her as best as I can, and, if when that time comes, she chooses for you to be her mate; I won't stand in the way."
Well it could have been worse; he nodded at her, and stood up, looking down at those tiny dark orbs. She knew it, even at four hours, she was his, and he just had to wait.
TWELVE YEARS BEFORE LIBERTY ISLAND
He stood in the twilight and looked at the large house from the shelter of the wood. The family was out in the yard, and he watched, stealthily, the father and mother sat on the porch swing rocking, the frail holding a blanketed bundle. The two girls ran and played in the yard, one about eight one about five. The older blonde pushed the younger dark haired girl down and he let out a growl. The younger girl looked up, surprise and delight on her face.
"UNCLE VIC!!!!!!" She screamed across the yard, running unerringly to him in the trees. He knelt down and scooped the five year old bundle of energy up and threw her over one shoulder, his bag over the other, and walked toward the house. He was going to have to learn, sneaking up on David and Diane was not going to be easy with his Kitten around.
"Uncle Vic!" Megan said as he came into view, he gave her a little smile, and let her latch onto his leg, and be dragged across the yard to the porch. David and Dee were smiling, laughing at the girls antics. He could see the worry in Dee's eyes but he hadn't come to drag her husband off into danger again.
He was taking some time off, thought he would visit his mate for a bit, to see how she was growing. This last job had been rough, he had actually over taxed his healing factor and needed to lay low and recover for a while. He couldn't think of any place safer than with Dave and family.
He listened to the squeals of Megan on his leg as he climbed the steps, before finally shaking her off at her mother's feet. His Kitten was squirming on his shoulder, laughing in his ear, not a high pitched child's laugh, but lower, as if she knew it would hurt and was trying to be nice. He let her feel the rumble of a purr in his chest to let her know he approved.
"Well, Vic, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Diane said, nursing the new baby. A boy this time, Dave had said in his last letter.
"Actually, just came for a visit." He sensed Dee's suspicion, and tried to calm her fears. "No jobs up, and I need a rest. Thought I would make use of that old hunting cabin on the back of the property, stay out of the way, and enjoy some home cookin for a while. Couple weeks, then back on the road." He dropped his bag to the porch and sat down in a lawn chair near the swing.
"Well, the cabin is always yours if you need it Vic." Dave said, putting a reassuring arm across his wife's shoulders. Dee began to relax; the baby gave a loud sigh and burped, demanding her attention. She stood and took him inside the large family home. Dave had done well the last few years, gone legit and worked with a demolitions company for a while doing contract work.
Friends were few and far between for Victor, and this family was the closest he had to one of his own. Someplace to relax, not worry about his damned rages and bloodlust, he KNEW he would never harm a hair on any of their heads. The Kitten had climbed up into his lap and was twirling the ties of his shirt around her fingers.
Diane came back out, the baby in a basket, and sat down. They sat and talked late into the night, he regaled them with stories of where he had been and what he had been doing the last few years. Diane finally leaned her head against David's shoulder, and the Kitten was half asleep in his lap. He kept a low rumbling purr going, it seemed to calm the Kitten and her little head started to drop off to sleep. He and David were talking business, nothing too disturbing, just guy talk, when Megan began to tug on the Kitten.
"My turn...I wana sit in Vic's lap." Megan said as she tried to grab the Kitten's arm and pull her out of his lap.
The Kitten didn't move, just snuggled closer to his chest. Megan tried harder, tugging on her ankle. Still Kitten ignored her, pressing her face against his chest, snuggling deeper under his arm.
"I WANA sit in VIC'S LAP!" Megan screamed shrilly. She reached out and grabbed the kitten's long pony tail and yanked, hard
"NO! HE'S MINE…MINE!" The Kitten screamed...swiping her sister across the arm with her four razor sharp claws, Diane grabbed Megan and pulled her back. The Kitten's claws had barely scratched her, just leaving shallow cuts across the arm, just enough to say back off.
"Katherine Marie…I have told you about that…" Diane started, but Vic stopped her.
"Nice one, Kitten, don't let anyone tell ya different." Diane just glared at him, then shrugged her shoulders and smiled. He was right, and she knew it. The Kitten had claws and was going to have to learn how to use them. The five year old just snuggled deeper against his chest, and let his soft purr put her to sleep.
Later that night, he carried her up stairs and tucked her into bed. He had smiled at her possessiveness earlier, but now it gave him a little concern. Was she getting too attached too quickly? He didn't want to rob her of her childhood. She needed these years, needed them to grow strong. He hadn't had parents like hers, and he wanted her early years to be much better than his. ONE of them needed good parental training if they were going to have cubs one day.
He slipped back down stairs and grabbed his bag from by the front door. Diane had gone up to bed, and David was sitting alone on the porch smoking a cigar.
"Heading to the cabin?" Dave asked as he walked by.
"Yea. Need ta unpack, have some presents for the kids in the bag, but didn't want ta drag everything out ta give 'em to 'em." He grinned. David just laughed.
"Don't spoil them too much; they are a pain in the ass after you leave as it is."
"Is the Kitten doing ok?" He asked as he stepped to the porch.
"She's fine, Vic, she and Megan are at a competitive thing right now, that's all…It wasn't personal. She needs to stop loosing her temper like that, though. It's going to get her in trouble in school this fall."
"I'll talk ta her about it, see if I can get through ta her."
"I hope someone can. Those claws of hers hurt, just like a baby kitten, needle sharp and itch like the dickens for days afterward."
"Itch?"
"Yea, the doctor says it's some sort of allergen or something, like when people are allergic to cats. Megan gets all puffed up from her scratches." Victor just grunted at the girls' father. He hadn't even considered that possibility. He was definitely going to have to talk to her about keeping her claws in around her sister. If there was a serious allergy there, it was only going to get worse.
He walked off into the darkness, the scent of Dave's cigar following him on the light spring breeze. He followed the barely used path and behind a small hill, out of sight of the main house, and just big enough for one person comfortably was a small cabin. It had all the comforts of home, without being near anyone he didn't want to be around. It was just two small rooms. There was a living room, with a couch and a fireplace, and not much else on one side and a small kitchenette on the other; and the bedroom had a specially constructed bed frame with a special mattress, long enough to accommodate his body but not too wide for the small room. There was a small bathroom with a shower stall of the bedroom. He dropped his bag on the bed and rooted through it.
In the bottom, under his laundry and gear, were five small packages. There was a new buck knife he had ordered hand made for David, a small pendant with the three kids' birthstones for Diane, a silver rattle with David Jr.'s name and date of birth for the baby, a pair of earrings for Megan, and a locket for his Kitten.
He had thought about what to put in the locket, and finally decided on a picture of her in one side and a lock of his hair, braided and looped into the frame, on the other. He was rethinking the lock of his hair. He had wanted her to have his scent close, but after the way she had acted earlier he was beginning to wonder if that was a good idea. She was still only a cub, he almost unfastened the frame and took out the hair, but he just couldn't make himself do it.
He put the small packages on the table next to the bed so he would remember to take them to the main house tomorrow and went into the bathroom. After a cool shower, he would have to remember to check the heater tomorrow, he lay down on the bed wearing a pair of sweatpants, remembering the last time he was here, when two little girls decided to surprise 'Uncle Vic' with breakfast.
He had missed this place the last couple years. And he needed the relaxation. He knew he would get the itch and move on in a couple weeks, but for those couple weeks he could just let go, enjoy watching his Kitten play, and be comfortable with old friends.
His eyes drifted closed and he enjoyed one of his rare nights of peaceful sleep.
The next morning he climbed out of bed and dressed quickly. He threw the packages into the pocket of the leather vest he threw on, all but the knife that went into one boot. He tugged on his boots impatiently. He didn't want to miss breakfast, especially if he could convince Diane to make her blueberry pancakes and maple sausage. He knew she would laugh, and say he was worse than the kids, and if anyone else did that, they would be picking up their guts off the floor. Her, he would laugh with her, and help cook breakfast.
He made it to the door just as the school bus was running, and Megan was dragging her feet, not wanting to go to school. He scooped her up and carried her to the bottom step of the bus, dropping her on her feet, and giving her a glare. She giggled and ran up onto the bus. He watched her talk excitedly to her friends as the bus pulled away.
Diane was in the kitchen, and there was already a big stack of pancakes on the table. He grabbed the platter.
"Better get to work, frail. I'm going ta want seconds." She laughed at him and slapped his hand with the hot spatula.
"I don't think so…David hasn't eaten yet." She dumped four big fluffy pancakes on a plate and handed it to him. "YOU can start with those." He growled at her, snarled, and then finally sat down and began slathering butter on his breakfast. He was pouring the syrup when a sleepy eyed Kitten stumbled into the kitchen. He picked her up and tossed her into her chair, just as her mother plopped a plate of pancakes in front of her. She grinned at him, and cocked her head to the side. She watched him smother his pancakes in syrup, and followed suit. He watched her trying to copy him, and grinned.
"Morning. I thought I was going to have to come out there and wake you up." David said as he entered the kitchen. "You were seriously sawing logs last night."
A tiny wail from the other room announced that David Jr. was awake and wanting attention. Diane handed David the spatula and went to tend to the baby.
They laughed and had a quiet morning. The Kitten ran around and played with her toys, occasionally sitting by the door, asking when Megan would be home. They might be competitive but he could tell the Kitten loved her big sister. She had him down on the living room floor at one point playing some game called 'Candyland' and he couldn't remember when he had actually had more fun.
Megan got home early that afternoon and they cooked out on the grill, and laughed. He handed out presents, and the Kitten insisted on him putting the necklace on her. It would be years later that he would realize that she never took it off from that moment.
He spent two whole weeks, before he felt the need to move on, he packed, with regret, and hugged the kids. The Kitten had insisted on climbing up in his lap and giving him a sticky sugary kiss on the cheek. He looked back with regret as he walked away, it wasn't his time yet, but someday, someplace like this would be home, and his Kitten would be waiting.
TEN YEARS BEFORE LIBERTY ISLAND
He was running this time, he didn't have time to stop for long, and he didn't even really want them to know he was there. As fate would have it, only the Kitten found out. He was hiding in the woods, he wouldn't even use the cabin, but he knew this area well and could hide without any fear of discovery. He just had to lay low. This last job had gone wrong from the beginning, and now someone was on his ass, had found out he was a mutant, and was trying to catch him and put him in some kind of lab. NOT if he had anything to say about it.
He stayed in the woods, well back from the house. He didn't want the people following him to know he had anything to do with the family, he just wanted to catch a glimpse before he took off again, see how she had grown.
He didn't even hear her, she came in up wind of him so he didn't smell her either. One second he was crouched watching the house, the next two little arms were around his neck, and she was whispering "Hi, Uncle Vic" in his ear.
He threw her on the ground, claws out, ready to strike. It was only her scent that stopped him, her scent and her little cry of submission as she curled away from him; he smelled her fear for the first time since she was born.
"Kitten, don't ever sneak up on me like that." He snapped.
"Sorry, Uncle Vic, I saw you out here and wanted to see if you were ok." There were tears in her eyes, and he couldn't stop himself he reached out and picked her up, letting her childish tears fall on his broad shoulders.
"That was good what you did, and if it were anyone else BUT me it would have been funny as hell, Kitten." He laughed to let her know it was alright and started the low purr that calmed her down. She stopped crying and he smelled the fear go away.
"Now get back to the house, and don't tell ANYONE that you saw me, ok." He put her down on her feet and pointed her toward the house. She glared at him and took off, in the opposite direction, and then he watched her come at the house from a different direction, if anyone was watching they would never know she had been anywhere near him. Damn, her instincts were good, and she was getting smart, almost too smart, in how she listened to them.
He slipped off into the woods. She was doing fine. He had seen her, and now he had to get away. He knew they were still on his trail, and he didn't want them getting anywhere near his family and his mate.
He had been gone about three days, when they caught him. He didn't know what was in the dart they hit him with, but when he woke up, he was strapped down to a table, in a lab. For two years they tortured him, tried to drag memories out of his mind, but he fought them, and never ONCE gave them anything about his Kitten. She was HIS; no one else was going to touch her, even in his mind.
SEVEN YEARS BEFORE LIBERTY ISLAND
He was exhausted. He had finally broken out of that lab, killing anything and everything in his path. His healing factor was stretched to the limit; he could feel his body trembling with fatigue. He had made sure no one was following him, before even heading this way. He needed to make sure she was alright before he collapsed. He couldn't remember a time when he was this weak, this frail, and it almost frightened him. What if they had done something? What if he died, who would be there for her when she needed him?
He had almost considered calling the Runt, letting him know what was going on, he had smelled him in the lab, stale, but he knew he had been there and escaped. The problem was he didn't know where he was, and it would take too long to track him down. He pulled the truck into the driveway, he was just going to try to rest, see if his factor kicked back in, with time and rest. If it did, well who needed the fucking Runt, and if it didn't, he would have time to tell David who to look for and how to find him.
He had actually bought this truck, so he didn't have to ditch it before getting to the house. He just wanted rest, and peace. He pulled up to the house and immediately noticed differences…Megan was starting to fill out, she was going to be stunning someday, but she just wasn't for him. His Kitten was taller, gangly, awkward, but still ran and threw her arms and legs around him in a big hug.
"Uncle Vic. Will you help me with my science project? I am doing a volcano." He just laughed, and felt something inside him let go, he suddenly knew he was going to be ok, he wasn't going to have to worry about her, and he would be here for her.
"Sure thing, Kitten." He dropped her onto her feet, and was immediately tackled by a small bundle of energy. Dave Jr. wanted his attention; Megan was leaning on one of the posts on the porch, just looking at him.
"Hi, Vic." She said, shyly as he walked up the steps to the porch. He just nodded at her. The kid was getting to that stage when he tried to avoid them, not a child and not a woman. Diane and Dave came out the door as he dropped his bag on the porch.
"You look like HELL, Victor." Diane exclaimed, rushing over to him, fussing at him to sit down and let her tend his injuries. He still had a couple so he let her; it felt good, having someone fuss over him. He wouldn't admit it even to them, but it felt damned good.
"Victor, is there anything I need to take care of?" David was all business, and Vic knew he would too.
"No, nothing ta take care of." Victor just leaned back, Diane brought him a beer and the Kitten curled up in his lap, and laid her head on his shoulder. That was all the balm his soul needed.
He stayed a month that time, and even went to the damned science fair with the Kitten. Al, from the old team had just been elected judge in town, and he found out several of his old group had settled in this same small town. He knew his Kitten was well protected, and before he left he gathered up all the guys and made sure they knew that the Kitten was his priority. These men were the ones he trusted, the ones he had trained years ago, most of them had retired, and well, off the money they had made working for him, and owed him, some of them their lives.
He pulled out of the driveway reassured that no matter how long he was gone, she would be safe.
THREE YEARS BEFORE LIBERTY ISLAND
It had been a long four years, and he had had several changes in his life and activities since he had been here. He had met a man who had convinced him to give a shit about the mutant situation. Even joined his group, The Brotherhood of Mutants, he called it. They were working on some projects, but he had told them he needed some personal time. They treated him like some kind of big pet, most of the time, and he let them. The blue metamorph he had known before, but even then she had treated him like some kind of sex toy, not as if he had much of a mind. All that was fine with him, his main concern was keeping busy until his Kitten was ready, and then everything would change.
He parked his truck back from the house. He wanted to see if he could sneak up on her. He slipped into the woods, and stopped upwind. She was sitting on a fence, several of her little friends around her. Her back was to him, but he could smell her. He stood there, watching her, her voice drifting to him on the wind. They were talking about something to do with school, and boys…BOYS! HE let out a low growl.
He watched her start, and heard her say "Guys I need to get on my chores; I'll see you tomorrow at school." The three girls and one guy took off walking down the driveway. She waited until they were out of sight and then turned and ran straight for him. He was stunned. His little Kitten wasn't a cub anymore. She had breasts and hips and legs that went on for miles in those shorts she was wearing. He dropped the bag and she launched herself at him, throwing those long legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her face pressed against his neck, muffling her squealed "UNCLE VIC!"
He tried to control it but he couldn't he pressed her against him, his body reacting to her young one, he buried his nose in her hair, inhaling her scent. His hands stroked her back, down past her waist and to the curve of her hips. He caught himself just short of groping her ass, realizing what he was doing. He grabbed her waist and pulled her off him, pushing her back, making her stumble as she put her feet on the ground.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? That's no way for a young lady to greet ANYONE, much less an friend of the family. Get your ASS to the house, tell your dad I am here, I'll be at the cabin." He picked up his bag and stormed off.
He knew he had hurt her, he heard her sob behind him, but he had to get out of there, or she was going to be under him, fourteen or not. He heard her run toward the house, as he made his way to the little cabin.
He had a feeling he wouldn't even be unpacking this time. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to stay here and keep his hands off of her.
"Hey the cabin." He heard Dave outside.
"In the back." He shouted. He had left the door open, knowing David would be down.
"What the hell did you do to Katherine? She didn't know if she should cry or scream in rage." Dave sat down on the end of the bed. He had stretched out, trying to calm down before going back to the house, and facing her again.
"Does she greet everyone like that?"
"Like what."
"She threw herself at me, wrapped herself around me like a blanket or something. Why the hell didn't you warn me she had grown up that much? SHIT! I almost grabbed her ass. What the HELL were you thinking, allowing her to do shit like that?" He was growling, his claws out ready to kill something.
"Victor she only greets YOU like that, and I figured you could count. You told US she would start hitting her cycle sometime between fifteen and twenty." David was laughing at him. LAUGHING!
He just growled.
"You going to be up for dinner? Diane has been cooking a pot roast all day and there is plenty for you to join us."
"Yea, just talk to the Kitten about decorum or something." Shit…he was going to have to play nice at dinner, but Diane would be insulted if he didn't join them.
He climbed into the shower after Dave left. He needed the cool water to calm down. He didn't know if he was going to be able to come back until she was ready for him, he knew his self control was going to be tested this evening. He just hoped he would be strong enough to resist temptation.
He walked into the house. Dave Jr. was on his stomach in the living room watching television, he was what, nine, now? Megan sauntered down the stairs as he came in, wearing a tight top, and tighter pants that didn't meet in the middle exposing her middle. He just went into the dining room, homing in on the food. If he just thought about the good food he might be able to get through this evening.
He sat down at the table, Diane was gushing over him, about how long it had been. Kitten came in quietly and sat down next to her mother at the other end of the table. Megan sat directly across the table from him. He nearly choked on his food when he felt her foot trailing up his leg. SHIT! He didn't need this crap. He wanted to growl at her, but didn't want the Kitten to take it wrong. He could smell she was still upset.
"Katherine, after dinner, why don't you show Uncle Vic your routine for the talent show next week?" Dave said. The youngest was playing with his food; Victor could tell he would rather be watching his TV show.
"Sure." She mumbled into her dinner, she snuck him a shy look, and he smiled at her. He thought his heart would stop when she gave him a shy smile in return. He didn't want her to think he was angry with her, God knew he wasn't. He was angry with himself, his own lack of control.
"I could show you what I am doing in our talent show." Megan said.
"Victor doesn't need to see you strut around like an idiot." Her mother snarled. Even Victor was surprised, Diane was usually so mild mannered.
Megan gave him what he was sure she thought was a cute pout, but he ignored her. After dinner they went into the family room, the boy going back to the movie he was watching in the living room.
The Kitten ran upstairs to change into what she was wearing for the talent show, and he sat quietly on the couch trying to ignore Megan trying to drape herself over him across the back of the couch. Kitten came into the room in a TIGHT spandex top and leggings with a flowing skirt over them. Her middle was bare as were her arms and calves and ankles. She was wearing some sort of ballet shoes on her feet.
He almost left then, considered giving her parents one hell of a lecture on appropriate clothing for a teen aged girl, and then she started to move…DAMN! SHIT! FUCK! No NOT FUCK! DEFINITLY NOT FUCK!
It surprised him that HIS kitten knew how to move her body like she was. He'd seen moves like that on exotic dancers- the real professionals. He could feel a sweat breaking out around his hairline, itching his scalp. His control was hanging by a thread- pulled taut, and ready to snap. When she went down on her hands, pushing her legs up into the air for a handstand/split, he almost entirely lost it. Behind him, standing behind the couch, Megan kept trying to suggestively rub her overdeveloped breasts against his back. He almost whipped around to stop her, but decided that the disgusted feeling her touch was giving him, was what would be keeping him from grabbing his Kitten, throwing her over his shoulder, and taking off for the cabin. He made it through the routine, and even managed to applaud.
She gave him a huge smile and ran back upstairs to change. He gave David a glare that said 'meet me outside" and pushing backwards to knock the little slut off her feet, he stood up and went out on the porch. The breeze wasn't cool enough to calm his rage, his jealousy, his pure fury that they would allow her to do something THAT suggestive on stage at HER age.
"JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" He roared at David as he came out the door.
"Keep it down, Vic, she has your hearing."
"I don't give a shit, she's too fucking young to be doing shit like that."
"Victor, her dance teacher at school approved it, it isn't that suggestive, and she will be with a group of other kids."
"NO SHE WON'T"
"Victor, we are her parents and we approved it. Unless you know something we don't and are planning on changing that." David was challenging him.
He just growled, and stormed off into the night. There was no way in hell he was staying here, not now, not after this. HE would be back, when she was ready and damn them all to hell.