Titel: Fear the Dark
Author: Satansbratn
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men and don't try to make money with this story.
Timeline: after X2
Rating: M
Summary: A animal, caught in the body of an walking man. Under the surface there's the urge to hunt, the desire to kill. A goddess, caught in her emotions. Under the surface there's love, hate and fear. Beware of the darkness. You never know who's lurking in it...
A/N: That's my first attempt to write a whole story in english. If you encounter any spelling or grammatically mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you point them out to me.
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Fear the Dark
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With a terrified scream the woman desperately tried to wriggle out of the grasp of her attacker. But the gigant didn't show any mercy, only squeezed harder until her eyes bulged a little due to the massive lack of oxygen. Helplessly the woman hung a few centimetres over the floor, only held by a strong arm. Her eyes were wide with fear and her breathing frantic. Her mouth twisted into a grimace, but no sound came over her carefully painted lips.
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Why didn't she scream?
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With an scowl he eased the grip at her throat and lowered his arm. The female immediately slide down the wall to the floor and came coughing to her knees, holding her perfect white neck. He stood motionless, watching her with dark, hungry eyes. Why hadn't she screamed?
„What... what do you want... with me?" Her thin, timid voice made him look up. She stared at him with wide open brown eyes. As if that look could prevent the inevitable, not just making it even more delicious.
He took a step toward her, fixed her delicate body. Pure skin, too bright for his liking. But those eyes ... So dark, so tempting.
He caressed her cheek, leaving a red trail of fear. Her low moaning was lost in the sensation of her taste.
Delicious. So delicate...
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The excitement was missing, although she tasted delicious. Her quiet sounds, filled with fear, echoing in his ears made his blood boiling. Why did she not cry? Did she really think her quietness would give her something to rob him of his enjoyment? Never.
With a quick movement he ended this misery, this disgrace to his senses.
The last thing she saw were the dark eyes of the hunter, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the room.
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Disgruntled he left the building, leaving only the remains of his dinner behind. The twisted, gutted body of the little blonde with those beautiful brown eyes. To her mishap, her eyes hadn't been dark enough.
Once at the street, he stopped and stared blindly into the crowd. He should really leave. Soon the old lady would wake up to find the dead body of her daughter. And he didn't want his sensitive ears to bear this fuss. Not to mention the loud sirens of police and ambulance. Of course they wouldn't be able to do anything, he had seen to that. But humans liked to cling the thinnest straws, until they finally realized what had been obvious from the beginning.
With a grunt he withdrew from the small shop where he had invited the attractive salesgirl, to eat. He'd certainly get his dessert. Now he just had to look for the main course ...
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Suddenly he stopped, frowning. That smell ... He closed his eyes, sucking the cold air deep into his powerful lungs. Rain. Sandalwood. It smelled like her. It smelled like the goddess.
Where was she?
He opened his eyes, let his gaze wander over the crowd with the attention of a hunter. Where the hell was she? He had smelled her, he was sure of that. He never forgot a smell. And certainly not hers. This sweet, heady smell of innocence, purity, fear.
He had enjoyed the smell since he had seen her the first time. That first moment on this deserted street, when he was told to get the girl and there she was, turning up with this comic guy. In that moment he had known, that he would give anything to have her. The beast inside of him wanted to feel her soft skin, taste her sweet blood. She should writhe underneath him, full of fear and pleasure. She should be his!
She was here. And he would find her. And if he had to get into a fight with that kitten Wolverine to get her.
With a low growl he continued on his way, always following her scent.
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Rain pelted down on him, soaking his clothes, as he entered a quiet street. Her smell had led him here, weakened by the sudden change in the weather but still unmistakable. With an barely noticeable growl he stepped into the shadow of an large container and prepared to wait until his prey would appear. The ever-increasing smell of rain and sandalwood told him that he wouldn't have to wait much longer.
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Finally, it seemed like hours, the air was changing. With a jerk as he sat up and peered expectantly into the darkness.
Steps muffled by the rain approached. He could smell her before he saw her. The goddess. She was so close, within reach.
He approached her with the precision of a hunter.