Re- posting after I fixed some typos :)


Nyctophilia-

(n.) The love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation and great comfort in the darkness.


"Fuckin' swamp Rat you tell me right now why my brother doesn't know me!"

"Stryker… Stryker shot him. Fucked up his head real good." Gambit said struggling as Victor's vice like grip tightened around his neck. "Bullshit! Bullets wouldn't hurt him like that." Victor yelled dropping the smaller man in a gasping heap onto the ground.

"No, but adamantium bullets would."

Victor backed away from him not saying a word. 'Adamantium bullets.' The impact of two simple words ripped Victor creeds world apart just a little more. Everything was gone there life together. The wars they fought through. always watching each other's backs. The years they spent running just trying to survive. The good the bad, everything he'd known about being human he'd learned from his little brother and now he was nothing more than a stranger. An unknown enemy to fight with. His father's soul crushing words echoed in his mind from so many years ago. 'You're just a dirty animal; you'll never be anything more. You got a demon in you boy!'

"He was right that's why Jimmy left. He thought to himself. "He couldn't take me anymore." Victor knew his humanity was slipping away from him with every drop of blood.

Gambit slowly pulled a playing card from his jacket and was charging it to toss at Victor to protect himself. But the look on the feral man's face stopped him in his tracks. "He looks so lost." He said to himself as Victor looked at the card in his hand and then into Remy's eyes. "I wish that would work on me kid." His voice was deep and lifeless his eyes were pools of mind numbing pain. Victor turned away from Remy before he could fully comprehend the depth of the endless blackness that seemed to suck the big man in just a little deeper.

He'd been walking for hours around the streets of New Orleans. His mind was pulling him back into the past. To His mother and his father; he wondered what he'd done other than being born that would make them hate him so much. The only good thing in his life was Jimmy. The only person he'd ever cared about didn't even know him anymore and it was all his fault.

Victor was pulled from his thoughts as a scent filled his lungs. It was soft like flowers with a touch of death around the edges. It confused him as he looked around trying to find the source of the scent.

"What are you doin' back in my town?" The voice was female with a sweet southern drawl it seemed to have come from nowhere. Victor sharp eyes saw a small form step from the shadows and slowly walk towards him. It was a girl. A small teenage girl dressed in tight jeans and a black tank top with knee high boots. She looked as if she would barely come up to his chest. 'She's way too young to be out here at night by herself…With me around.' He said to himself as he watched her unconcerned graceful steps. He felt the beast waking up and taking a strong notice of the frail and the way she looked. Her long black hair fell around her shoulders and down her back in silky waves. He eyed her from head to toe. She was so very young but she had a woman's body. She had breast that any man would kill for to suck and lick on. Her body reminded him of the way women look from his youth. Thick and full, No hard jetting bones on her sweet little body. She was built just the way he liked. An image flashed in his mind of his huge cock deep in her little pussy. He shook his head before he spoke to her, to rid himself of that thought. "That's none of your business little girl." He growled at her. "Oh but I think it is Mr. Creed. Yah see you kidnaped my very good friend Remy and that is simply unacceptable in my town. You took him when I was unable to stop you and that really pissed me off." She was standing right in front of him now not backing down a bit. 'She couldn't be over 16.' He thought to himself. 'The smell, that fucking smell was coming from her.' He inhaled her again without even thinking about it. He briefly thought how much he'd like his scent on her body and it made his cock twitch in his jeans. "I duno what Remy told you about me but you need to go home little girl. I might eat you up and spit you out." He said stepping closer to her.

She calmly looked up at him and laughed in his face.

"What the fuck you laughing at you little cunt? I'll fuck you right here and leave you on the side of the road to bleed to death!" he said wrapping his big hand around her elegant neck. He briefly registered how cold her skin was under his large hand. It was a sharp contrast to the sweltering muggy heat that made his clothes stick to his body.

He locked onto her pale eyes and stared at them for a short moment. They reminded him of a full moon. She calmly lifted her arm and put it on his arm then took her right hand and grabbed the hand around her neck and pulled it off her neck. Victor heard the bones in his hand break as she smiled at him. "I would have thought you of all people at your age would have known not to judge a book by its cover." She said softly as the grip she had on him crushed the bones in his arm as well. "But then again what are you barely two century's old?" Victor growled at her and tried to claw her with his free hand but she easily stopped him and laced her fingers with his and proceeded to crush the bones in that hand.

"Damn, I have earrings older then you." She said with a small giggle. "What kind of fucked up mutant are you?" he asked fighting back a yell from the pain she was inflicting. She just looked at him for a moment listening to his pain filled grunts and feeling his boned crack under her small hands.

"I am not a mutant." She said pushing him down onto his knees. "I'm the thing that humans read about in story books. I'm what goes bump in the night" She whispered in his ear. Victor watched her pull back from him. Her eyes glowed at him and two long sharp fangs popped from her teeth. "I'm not letting you hurt Remy again."

The small girl held Victor in a lovers embrace as she sunk her teeth into his neck and drank his blood greedily.

She was unprepared for the influx of the feral man's thoughts and emotions. Snippets of his life flashed before her eyes and it made her head buzz with unexpected memories. She was use to picking up small things like this from people she drank from but his blood was rocking her down to her very core. She felt his confusion on how this small girl was doing this to him. She felt him wonder if he could die from her bite. The loneliness in him made her soul weep for him. made her want to kiss his pain away. The girl staggered back away from him. Victor watched his blood drip from her open mouth as her eyes roll back in her head. She could feel him he was circulating throughout her body. A wild fire burning through her veins his beast was growling in her head. She felt a pleasant burning in herself and warmth in her womanhood that she'd never felt before. It grew stronger the louder the man/animal in her mind growled at her. She let out a soft seductive sound from deep in her throat as his sweet fiery blood push her into a time stopping orgasm. Her small body shook as she felt a nearly overpowering need to submit to his dominance. His thoughts flashed in her mind again and she was nearly overcome yet again with his profound pain, the lonely blackness that surrounded the man was devastating. It was distorting him and ever so slowly destroying his mind, body and soul. She was surprised how unconcerned and almost hopeful he was that he may be slipping into insanity. Of How blissfully unaware of his own mind he'd be after he was totally insane. She understood that pain all too well. Her small hand touched her mouth. Victor swayed on his knees his head was spinning as he watched her. Her eyes were closed as she touched her mouth. "A drop for every sin." She said looking at his blood on her small hand when she opened her pale eyes. "You are still a man Victor, Not all animal. You're not damned unless you want to be." She said softly. She looked at him and he thought he saw something like compassion in her eyes before her small fist connected with the side of his head.

She felt his skull crunch under her small fist and watched him hit the ground as his world faded to black.