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Chapter 2
Midnight's bar became a frequent haunt for Victor Creed. He'd spend a lot of his free time there over the past two weeks, assessing Midnight herself, and sometimes backing her into a corner, wearing her resistance down. They'd never agreed on how he could get her under him, so if he wanted to, he could just force himself on her, but he wanted to play. He wanted to wear her down and hear her begging for him.
Several nights, he booked a room, and stayed in the bar. He used his heightened sense of smell to locate her room. It led him up to the top floor of the building. There was only one door on that floor. His nose told him that it was her apartment, and that hardly ever was there anyone else up here bar her.
Victor went back downstairs, knowing that she'd smell that he'd been up there, but not caring. He sat at the bar for several hours, having learnt her shift times. When she left, Victor waited for ten minutes, before following her upstairs. He picked the lock to the door of her apartment, and entered, closing the door behind him. Midnight looked up from where she was sat, bending over accounts books.
"Victor, what are you doing in here?"
"What I do every time I get you backed into a corner darlin- wearing you down." Victor smirked. He looked round the apartment. It was quite spacious and luxurious. Midnight certainly didn't lack for comfort. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her stand.
"What I meant was; why are you in here uninvited?"
"Like I said when we first met, I don't play by the rules. And knocking on someone's door is normally a rule so…"
"You decided to break it and come in." She finished for him.
"Pretty much." He chuckled. He walked over to her, and his arm shot out, and wrapped round her waist, and pulled her into his chest.
Midnight placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed, attempting to put space between them both. Victor's arm just tightened round her waist, and he grinned before his lips attacked her neck, leaving a burning trail up and down it. Like every time he did it, Midnight's struggles got weaker as he ran his lips along her skin. She arched into him and moaned. She felt the familiar burn between her legs that was present whenever he was close to her in any way. Midnight wanted so badly to just give in, but it wasn't in her nature to concede defeat so easily. That remembrance cleared the lust caused haze that had clouded her mind, and she began struggling against him again.
Midnight dragged her claws down his arms, but that only served to turn him on further. The bloody bastard was a masochist. She flicked her wrist and had her wand in hand.
Petrificus Totalus. She thought, pointing her wand at him. Victor went as stiff as a board, his arms snapping to his sides, and she pushed him over. Midnight took a few steps away, and then released him. Victor got up from the ground, growling.
"Quite a trick you have there." He said. "But you won't get me with that again."
"You're a masochist, you know that?"
"I may enjoy physical pain darlin, especially when it's because my fucks have a bit of fight in them, but I don't get a kick out of humiliation and I'm certainly not submissive." He growled. "So, I'm not entirely masochistic."
"Close enough." Midnight replied, putting her wand back in its holster. "Now, if you don't mind, I have to go visit someone." She leant over the table to start closing books.
"It can't wait?" Victor asked, walking up behind her. "I'm sure I can wear you down a bit more tonight." He placed his hands on the table, either side of her. "Maybe even end this little bet we've got going on." He ground his errection against her ass. A whimper escaped Midnight's mouth.
Victor nipped her ear before Midnight slipped away from him.
"I'm leaving now. I go every year on the same day. You'll make me miss it if I'm not careful, and besides, I like the idea of having that bit of extra security that I don't need to pay."
"Even if you did some how win darlin, you would pay, just not in the usual sense." Victor grinned, showing his fangs.
Midnight knew exactly what he was talking about. He intended to have her one way or another. Even if it took longer than a month.
"By the time I get back I want you out of my apartment." Midnight said, before she grabbed her jacket, and left the apartment.
Victor followed her out, closing the door behind him. He followed her down the stairs and out of one of the doors on the London side of the bar. From the looks of the dark and dingy street, it was Knocturn Alley. She looked up at him.
"Are you going to follow me or something?"
"Yes." He said.
She huffed in frustration. He didn't know why, but when she turned on her heel, he grabbed hold of her sleeve. It felt like being squeezed through a tube, and then they were somewhere else entirely.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Apparition. A wizard's form of transportation. A bit like teleporting."
"Where are we?" He asked, looking round. To one side, there was a wall, over which he could see a church, and gravestones and on the other were cottages.
"Godrics Hollow." She replied simply. She started walking down the long lane.
Frail's and their cubs walked past, the cubs in Halloween costumes, and they went down to different cottages, trick-or-treating. Victor followed Midnight down to a lane, and she stopped in front of a large hedge. There seemed to be something there that she could see that he couldn't.
"What's here?" He asked.
Midnight stayed silent. She grabbed hold of his hand, and a part of the hedge disappeared and was replaced by a gate allowing him to see an overgrown path that led up to a cottage that was falling apart.
"It's a cottage that looks like a small explosion went off in it." Victor said.
"This is where Voldemort killed them." Midnight said, before leaving go of Victor's hand. He could still see the cottage though, now he knew it was there. His mind drew the dots together. What he'd been told the first night he'd entered the bar, and the fact that today was Halloween. She was remembering her sister. Victor could, in a way, understand that. He'd lost his own brother; because of Stryker.
Midnight stood gazing at the run down cottage. This is where her family had met their ends. All far too soon. First James, then Lily and then Harry. But somehow, Voldemort had died too. No, that wasn't right. Something was wrong there. But what? Was something messing with her head?
She shook her head, and turned away from the run down cottage and headed for the cemetery. She walked through the gates, and flicked her wrist. Wand in hand, she conjured a bouquet of white lilies.
She walked to the gravestone of her sister, brother in law and nephew. She read the writing, and immediately noticed what was wrong.
"Harry's name, where's Harry's name? There's no name or dates for Harry!" She said.
Victor frowned. "Who's Harry?"
"My nephew. He died with Lily and James. He was a one year old."
"Darlin, when Jay told me what happened, he never mentioned a Harry."
Still frowning, Midnight kneeled and placed the bouquet in front of the head stone. She ran her hand over her sister's name. "I'll find out what's going on Lils. Something's wrong, I'll find out what. I promise you. And if Harry's alive, I'll look after him."
Suddenly pain ripped through her head. Old memories that had been blocked before came forward. Midnight gripped her head tightly, and curled up on the ground. She was in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.
"Where's Harry? Where have you put my nephew?" Midnight demanded of Dumbledore.
"I assure you that Harry is completely safe." Dumbledore said.
"Well I want to see that for myself, and besides, he should have been given to me!"
"He is safe."
"Safe where?"
Dumbledore sighed. "I have placed him with your older sister."
"PETUNIA?" Midnight screeched. "She'll kill him!"
"I assure you that he will be perfectly safe."
"I won't stand for this Dumbledore. I am going to get my nephew, and raise him as Lily would have wanted." Midnight said.
"I cannot allow that, Miss Evans. I am sorry, but this is for the greater good." Dumbledore raised his wand. "Obliviate."
Victor watched as she shook on the ground in pain, and then stopped, going limp. She was unconscious. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He walked to the village square, and saw the pub. He walked in, and managed to get a room, saying he'd pay in the morning.
In the room, he placed Midnight down on the bed, and stripped her down to her underwear. He then pulled off his coat, shirt, boots, and trousers. Only in pants, he climbed into bed with her, and spooned her, laying his head on the pillow, and he waited for her to wake up.
An hour later, Midnight stirred. She opened her eyes and groaned. She felt angry, but she couldn't quite place why, and then she remembered.
"That meddling old Goat!" She rocketed into a sitting position. "I'm gonna kill him! But first I'm going to tear his reputation to shreds, and then I'll pull every hair out of his beard and then I'll break his bones before I kill him!" Midnight was aware of the growls ripping through her chest.
Her growls were cut short when she felt an arm wrap round her waist and a warm muscled body pressed against her back. She smelt Victor's warm, musky scent. "You're a turn on when you're angry, you know that?" He said huskily.
Midnight looked down to see that she was in only her underwear. She squirmed, and attempted to get out from his grasp. His other arm wrapped round her waist, and his hand slipped down her panties to her folds.
Midnight gasped and her back arched, her head resting on Victor's shoulder.
Victor chuckled. "I think I'm about to win the bet." He said, as he rubbed her folds with the pad of his thumb. He pinched her folds sharply, and Midnight let out a needy whine. She panted, and tried to get her bearings. She had to do something- and it wasn't this. She was also determined to win the bet, but sweet Merlin, he was driving her crazy!
"Victor- stop!"
"Your scent tells on you darlin. You don't really want me to stop." He pinched her folds again. He nipped her ears. "Tell me the truth Midnight, do you want me to stop, or do you want me to take you, long and hard, before marking you, claiming you as mine. I can smell it on you. You want me to make you scream, don't you?"
Midnight's breathing was heady pants. She nodded. "Y-yes!"
"Yes what, Midnight?" he asked, pinching her folds. "Which option? You want me to stop? Or do you want me to fuck you?"
"Fuck me." She panted. "Fuck me!" She said a bit more forcefully.
Victor let out a growl, and moved, so that Midnight had no choice but to move onto her hands and knees. Midnight felt his claws tear at her underwear, and the pieces of cloth fell away. She heard more tearing, before she felt his hard errection at her wet entrance. Victor's hands were grasping her hips, his claws digging in, keeping hold of her. He thrust into her, seating himself fully inside her quickly and causing a gasp to escape her lips. Victor began to pound into Midnight, long and hard. He trailed one of his hands down her flat stomach to her wet folds. He rubbed and pinched them, while his other hand pinched one of her taut nipples.
Victor increased the pace of his thrusts into her tight heat and rubbed her harder, causing her walls to clench around him more rapidly. He moved his hand from her nipple and pushed her curls to one side of her neck. He entwined his fingers in her hair, and yanked her head back roughly. Midnight cried out. His lips descended on hers forcefully and he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Midnight came to a sudden climax, her orgasm causing her body to shake, and she let out a scream that Victor's mouth muffled. He released her mouth, and his own trailed down her chin and neck to the point where her neck joined her shoulder. He pound into her two more times, before he spilled inside of her, and bit down, sinking his fangs into her flesh. Her blood seeped into his mouth, hot and coppery. He lapped it up before releasing her neck, and pulling out of her.
Midnight collapsed to the bed, panting and shaking. The few times she'd had sex in the past had never been that good. She felt his claws running up and down her back lightly. He leant over her, and placed his mouth next to her ear. "I win. You're mine now darlin."
Midnight flipped over onto her back, anger flashing in her eyes she bared her fangs and hissed at him. "I'm not some piece of property to be owned!"
Victor's eyes flashed gold. He dipped his head and bit down on the outline of the now healed bite. Midnight moaned, and shivered. All thoughts of fighting went out the window as her feral side took over. She bared her neck further and went limp, showing her submissiveness and allowing him the ability to do anything to her now. He let go of her neck and looked down at her.
"I've claimed you, kitten. This little mark," he ran his finger over her mark, "shows that I've taken you as my mate. I suggest you get used to the idea kitten. People like us, with a healing factor, live very long lives. Hell, I haven't aged since the American Civil War. Like I said, you. Are. Mine. Go to sleep now Midnight. Whatever made you angry can wait till morning."
Midnight nodded, and closed her eyes. She soon fell to sleep. Victor assessed her. She had fight in her. Now he had his mark on her, it would be easy to dominate her and claim her over and over again, but she was still going to fight him every step of the way. He grinned. That was going to make it fun. He knew he'd never be able to make her completely submissive to him, but that would take the fun from it. But he would enjoy watching her fight him, before giving in, again and again. After all, he'd caught himself a little hell cat.
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