Female Of The Species.
Chapter Four: Rehomed.
I couldn't help but groan in pleasure as I started to stir from unconciousness. The softest silk - at least I assumed it was in my half asleep state since I had never actually touched silk before - rubbed against my face. Both fur and skin were caressed by the material, and it was only as I began rubbing my face conciously against the material beneath me I began to acknowledge I was somewhere very comfortable. I could even feel sunlight pouring through a window somewhere to land on me.
It took a few minutes for me to remember what had happened before I had fallen unconcious. Suddenly, I sat bolt up-right and looked around wide eyed at where I was. What had happened after that dart knocked me out? The room, although it was hard to cause this place that considering, it looked like its own luxurious apartment or five star hotel suite and I had no idea how I got into it.
I had a sudden sick feeling as I realised it was highly unlikely I was back at the Female Feral Station. That left one other obvious outcome; the two Brothers had taken me home.
It didn't seem likely to me however. I mean, why would they want me? It wasn't as if I was some lithe, busty siren who knew how to bring a man to his knees and keep home. Honestly, I'd be lucky if I didn't burn most of what I attempted to make let alone make anything edible.
I got off the bed before realising I was still naked I grabbed a sheet off the top of the bed, briefly wondering where the duvet was, before wrapping the sheet around myself so it covered me from neck to toe. Feeling it against my skin and fur made me want to get back on the bed and go back to sleep but I didn't have time for that. I had to find out where I was and my best escape route.
Although I knew I wasn't anything special, I doubted any female would want to be chosen by the infamous Two Brothers. Stories about them had been told by parents to Feral children for at least a century, if not more, and to find out they could be real... It was terrifying to imagine. Not that, if they were real, I'd cower with my tail between my legs. I would have no problem defending myself. I wasn't about to let anyone unworthy force me into submission or force me to do something I didn't want to do.
I was old enough to remember the stories about what life was like before the Ferals took over. Independance. A life of your own where you didn't have to be bought by a male, and male-kin didn't have to go through that awful Arena just to reproduce. Life may never be what it once was but I wasn't about to believe that this was all there was to it now.
My life was my own, and I would be damned to let anyone tell me how I was going to live it. Sure, I may never get back to my family but that didn't mean I didn't have a voice or feelings. I may never be able to make improvements for every person out there, but I was going to at least try to instill such confidence into others.
At least, that was a hope. Knowing my luck though I wouldn't be able to get out of here let alone make any changes that would improve other peoples' lives.
As I make my way across the bedroom and out into the hallway, I soon realise how much heat there is in the air and that it is sunny. Wherever I was, it was likely I was not in the United Kingdom any more which scared me more then I was willing to admit. Biting my bottom lip, I noticed that everything was as finely furnished as the bedroom I awoke in had been. Infact this looked more luxurious and prestigous then any five star hotel I've seen depicted on the television. It reminded me more of a palace of some kind, and if those two males were The Brothers then it rather fit them actually since they were practically our kind of royalty.
Instead of going right where the hallway was longest and looked like it went to a staircase, I went left down the hallway which only lasted a few normal strides. However at the end of it was a window, and cautiously I looked out of it to get a feel of where I was. What I saw scared me. If the Brothers were as they should be then I expected to see a high amount of security around their homestead (as I guessed this place I was at was). I could not see massive amounts of high security that would have filled me with dread. No, instead I saw an almost wild backgarden (it was actually a lot of acres, I guessed at least a hundred) that looked like it was made up of several different environments as well as prey. There was a huge wall surrounding the territory, of course, and I doubted that anyone but the two males could even manage to scale it let alone jump over it, but apart from that I didn't see much of anything else when it came to security. I was pretty sure I could see a few cameras, maybe there would be watchtowers at each corner of the wall surrounding the territory, and I might have seen a few men in security uniforms patrolling outside but there was nothing else.
No dogs. No lasers. No high tech equipment or even their own mini-army.
The fact they had so little security filled me with more dread and fright then I would have felt with it there.
It meant these two males were so powerful, on the very highest scale of Class Five, that they didn't need any more security then the bare minimum.
I was definately not going to be a match for them. At least not in the condition I was in right now anyway. Maybe I would be after I lost some weight and had some high quality training under my belt...
It was a pretty clear message that most intelligent people would pick up. They didn't need any kind of back-up. Even if you managed to get in, get what you wanted, and out again they would still be able to track you down. It made me realise if they really wanted to keep me (and since I was perhaps the first they ever brought home after all the time they have been in control it was pretty clear they did) there was no way I'd ever be able to escape them. Sure, maybe I'd get out of the territory if they were either feeling generous or I got incredibly lucky, but I doubt I'd be 'free' twenty four hours let alone any longer before they caught up with me.
The catching up... I didn't doubt they'd punish me. I knew what males did to their females; at least my parents had warned me of all the horror stories. Sure, some males were good to their females but from what I heard there was only a fifty-fifty chance of getting a male like that. I did not want to see what kind of punishment the Brothers could cook up and after living for over a century if rumours were true they had probably seen every kind of punishment and torture ever thought of.
"Damn it!"
I breathed, realising I was well and truly trapped here until they said otherwise.
"Goin' somewhere frail?"
A deep, rumbling voice asked me out of nowhere. My eyes widened before I spun around, deciding it was better to face him then have my back to him. It was the dirty blonde haired male, and he looked even larger as well as taller then I remembered. Of course it could be because he was closer then he had been when we met; he was only four of his large strides away. The door to the bedroom I had woken up in stood halfway between us.
"N-no..."
I stammered, hating the fact I was showing weakness (and he could probably smell my fear) but he was a big boy as well as an unknown. I would be an idiot not to feel a healthy dose of fear. Bravery and strength of character is not doing something and feeling no fear for it. It is doing something, the right thing, even though it terrifies you and boy did this guy terrify me. Even though where he stood most of his bulky frame was shadowed in darkness I could still make most of him out. Something I guessed was thanks to my heightened senses.
"No what?"
He continued, a smirk spreading across his lips that flashed his sharp and not-so-human teeth. In that moment he reminded me of a lion, the king of the jungle, who really liked to play with his prey in every sense of the phrase. Despite looking so much like a tiger, an animal that could easily defend itself, I found myself instinctively taking half a step back. Even females in the wild who could be just as ferocious as males (as well as even more so) would have felt the instinct to give this particular male a wide berth as well as to never turn your back on him. He was not to be messed with.
"Uh, no sir."
I whispered, flexing every muscle I had within my body as my tail twitched its agitation behind me. I was ready to run on a second's notice, whilst the male looked like a lion merely lounging in his territory. He was so damn sure, so confident, and so wild (I'd say unhinged but he did not look the crazy or unstable kind. He had this impression of being a deadly predator but there was a hell of a lot of intelligence behind the wildness in his eyes which I guessed most did not pick up on) that every instinct I had told me to act carefully around him.
The stalemate was ruined as my stomach made its protests known with a rather loud and embarrassing growl.
"Come, foods ready."
The male commanded, no longer leaning against the wall. He simply turned and strode down the hallway without a care in the world. He knew I'd follow. I knew I had no choice in this moment of time. He was in his prime, fit to perfection, whilst I was not. If I was going to gain my freedom, or get any sense of having control over my life, then I would have to change that. I would need to become fit, and it was clear from our first meeting that the two males wanted me in peak condition as well. I would not cut my nose off to spite my face. So, I followed him down the hallway, down the staircase, and through several other hallways until we reached a very large as well as well stocked (at least it smelled it) kitchen.
I could only hope if we had meat that it would be cooked well done for me.
I had only stepped three strides into the kitchen when out of no where the male's large paw-like hand grabbed the back of my neck along with a fair bit of my hair with it.
"Shit!"
I swore softly, instantly feeling trapped, as instinctively my hands came up to try and pry his sharp claw-like nails from my neck. He gripped my neck firmly so that his skin and nails pressed against me, but not so tightly he was blocking my windpipe or piercing skin. Still, despite it being gentle I still felt trapped and because of this my body was tense that even my tail wasn't moving any more. Of course since my parents weren't all that feral, I was pretty much human and therefore I hadn't been raised as a feral female but a human female that was still trying to grasp my feral mutation. There was a huge difference, and despite the animal documentaries I had watched (I could compare the male's touch to that of a mother with its cub in a way) showing me this was harmless the human I had been brought up as didn't feel that way despite the logic.
"Victor, is that necessary?"
A second voice spoke up, and it was only then my gaze saw the other male - the dark haired one - sat in a deep leather armchair in the corner with a newspaper in his hands. Victor, as I found out the dirty blonde male was called, then proceeded to push or drag, I could not quite decide, me towards the kitchen table before forcing me to sit on one of the wooden chairs. I didn't dare move from my seat, and since the unnamed male seemed less scary then Victor I kept my gaze solely on Victor as he made his way towards a door next to the fridge.
"The frail needs a firm hand from the get go, Jimmy-boy. You know this. Especially with this one. May as well be human for all she knows."
He grunted, his displeasure evident in his voice when he spoke the last sentence.
I had a feeling Victor saw me as a cub for all intents and purposes. I just hoped to god I wouldn't have to learn to walk and talk again... and if I could steer clear of a third puberty (my first was as a normal human around eighteen and the second when my mutation kicked in just recently) that would be great.
Unfortunately luck just did not seem to be going my way lately.
Author's Note: I can't believe this took so long! I am so sorry for how long you all had to wait, but at least the next chapter is here! Hopefully it did not disappoint you.
Fett012000, thankyou so much or your review and compliments. I agree that unfortunately most OCs do tend to be Mary-Sues or worse Bella Swans (god that character just irritates me, more so when that girl - Kirsten? can't remember her name - played her in the movies.). I am so glad my OC isn't anything like that! I do try really hard when I use OCs for them to be full of character with strengths and weaknesses. No one is perfect and I'd hate it if any of my OCs came across like that - so if that happens feel free to give me a kick up the butt! Oh and - ORIGINS SABERTOOTH RULES! Yes, yes he does. I agree. I looked back on who else has played Sabertooth and realised the others really did not do the character justice and were just plain pitiful. Thankgod for Origins Victor 3
Shiraha56 - Once again, I am soooo happy people do infact love my female original character. I completely agree with you - I am so so sick of female OCs being young (aka teenagers) that are stick thin or perfectly volumptuous. What about us normals? It drives me nuts! Anyway, there will be more of a backstory as to how the Brothers got together and Logan (aka James Howlett) got his memory back. That'll be in the future most likely though, once my OC has earned their trust for them to share it with her. We'll also hear more from Logan too, or as he shall be known in this fic - James.
AvalonTheLadyKiller - I shall be doing a chapter for Victor and Logan's views on our little tigeress, so do not worry! It'll definately be in the very near future. Maybe even next chapter if you're lucky, so stay tuned!
Rosmund Chadwick - Another chapter for you dearie. No thanks necessary for updating, but I thoroughly enjoy it nonetheless. *rubs cheeks against you, scent-marking you as mine*. I sincerely hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Please keep the reviews coming! Every single one makes me smile and lights up my day. I'm sure it also turns Victor on every time he's mentioned too ;]
TEAM VICTOR SHALL CONQUER! You know you want to join us...
