Author's Note: So I felt bad that it had taken me so long to update, and it will be a while for me to update again so I wrote this, hopefully it will be good enough until I can update again. I worked really hard on this so hopefully everyone likes it. THANK YOU TO ALL THAT HAS REVIEWED!!! I really want everyone who has revieved that you are all the reasons I have updated as quickly as I could. It gave me tons of motivation. So again thank you thank you thank you thank you. ALSO THANKS TO EVERYONE THAT HAS EMAILED ME. I appreciate it all. Well hopefully everyone will find this one good.
It was still a few hours to daylight, but Victor didn't care. He wandered the woods headed towards the nearest town. He figured he had another hour or two until he got there. He liked traveling when it was dark, made him use his senses more. Like now, his eyes had adjusted to the night and his sense of smell guided him. He smelled civilization in the direction he was traveling, that was how he knew there was a town near by.
He picked his way easily through the thick forest, avoiding spider webs here and there, and fox holes that hid on the ground. He skirted around a thicket of thorns, careful not to touch them. Nothing was worse than a thorn bush in his opinion. Once when he was younger and playing with Jimmy, he had fallen into a thorn bush near the Howlett home. Agonizing was the only way to explain how the thorns pierce his young skin. And then he hadn't come into his mutation yet, so he didn't have the healing factor on his side. He had been bed ridden for a week because some of his wounds had festered. Jimmy's mother had been the reason he lived. She had went behind her husbands back and called a physician to see to Victor. Victor guessed she only did that to be kind to his father for all the hurt she had caused. Stupid whore.
He continued on for another hour, the scent of people growing stronger. He smelled dying fires in fireplaces and seeing how it was winter the smell of burnt wood was usual in towns, especially towns to the north. He smelled everything that he recognized as human, even the human filth. He looked up at the sky and it had grown a degree lighter which meant sunrise was growing closer. If he estimated he would have to say another three hours at the most until the sun would peak over the rolling hills. Oddly enough, Victor enjoyed watching the sunset. He wasn't sure why he liked watching it so much but he did. But then he liked everything about the morning. He was a night animal, but he loved the morning.
Morning always held the best smells for him. Everything smelled fresh, like now he could smell the morning dew that collected on the forest's floor. It was possibly his favorite smell now that he thought about it. He leaned against a tree for a moment and enjoyed the morning odor. It settled his mind and made him forget himself for only a moment. He pushed away from the tree and started walking again.
He felt like running, he would get to the town faster, but he enjoyed the brisk walk he was keeping. He stopped when he heard the light treading of paws on the dew soaked ground. He crouched and focused his eyesight more so he could see what animal it was. A fox slipped past him and he laughed. It was like the little creature knew he was a threat so it sprinted away quickly and disappeared into its home. Nature had always amused him. When he had been younger he had loved to hunt.
He didn't need to hunt with a dog, or a horse. He could sniff out any prey and chase it until it gave out, well that had been when he was younger. He surely didn't have as much stamina for running as long as he once had. He remembered a time him a Jimmy had hunted. They had chased a deer for hours. Jimmy had actually grown tired by the third hour, but Victor could keep running at the breakneck speed that he had been running at. He was getting older, even though his body didn't show it. He had no wrinkles, and he had no grey hair, but he felt old. Maybe it was just the traveling wearing on his spirit, or maybe it was just the biting cold weather that was getting to him. What ever it was, it had him feeling like an old man.
Even though he felt old today, he felt at peace. He hadn't thought about Rox in a few hours, or his brother, unless it was in somewhat good childhood memories. He just let his mind wander to things that didn't bother him. He thought about how it would be nice if he could find a decent hotel with a nice bed to sleep on. He was used to sleeping in a hard place, just he felt like tonight he wanted comfort. Actually he was beginning to think he had grown outside of his character today. He felt like he wanted to be nice for once. He sighed and kept walking.
If anyone saw him, they would probably wonder why he was grinning like an idiot. In fact if he had seen himself he would wonder why he was grinning like an idiot. Maybe it was because he had a good feeling. For some reason he felt like he was the closest to finder her than he ever had been. It gave him good reason to smile. But then his smile faded and he stopped walking after a few minutes.
Everything around him started to grow silent, too silent. He looked around through the darkened forest. He had the odd feeling that he was being watched. He growled in warning to what ever was out there. Nothing responded though. He couldn't shake the feeling though. Something was watching him. But none of his sense could confirm what he felt, except that sixth sense of feeling eyes on him. He shrugged it off and tried to start walking again but stopped when he was caught off guard. A familiar smell wafted into his nostrils and his eyes widened. Sweet lilacs. He had never realized it then when she was on Liberty Island, but he did once when he passed by a flower shop and smelled it. At the time he rushed into the flower shop in hopes of finding her, only to be faced with the flowers. He had stood over the flowers, gazing at their sweet beauty and he breathed in the scent that he recognized as Rox. But now standing here in the woods he smelled the sweet Lilacs again.
He followed the scent immediately, forgetting completely about the feeling of being watched, and hoping he wasn't being led to another deceitful flower shop. It was a few minutes until he exited the forest and stood in front of a townhouse. He walked up to the front door of the house and breathed in deeply the scent of Lilacs. His pulse raced and he felt light headed. Had he finally found her?
He looked to the driveway. There was no car, and the scent smelled hours old. Did that mean that whoever lived here wasn't home? He didn't care, he kicked in the door and entered the home. He was greeted with the mind blowing scent of Lilacs. He was breathing hard, clouding his mind with nothing but lilacs. He smiled and shut his eyes and savored the feeling of being overpowered. To his left was a sofa table against the wall with pictures on it. He picked up the closest one and laughed when he saw the familiar red head that Rox had saved along time ago.
In the picture the red head was older, he would say in her late teens. She was cute he thought as he sat down the picture with care. He then picked up another picture frame and his chest tightened so much he groaned. It was her. Rox. In the picture she was hugging a big man bald man with a long grey beard. She was happy. She seemed absolutely happy in the picture. She wore a wide smile that showed her perfect white teeth, and her eyes twinkled. Those forest green eyes that he liked so much. He sat down the picture and looked for another picture. He the next one made him laugh. She was on a Harley Davidson, smiling like a child at Christmas. She was beautiful in the picture. She looked all tough biker chick, wearing that childish grin that made you not take her toughness seriously.
He liked this picture a lot. He took it out of the frame and put into the inside pocket of his jacket pocket. He started to look around, and seeing how there was no commotion due to him kicking in the door, meant no one was here. As he looked around he couldn't help but feel like he had been left out of her life. Happy pictures everywhere. There was one where she was at a different house with the red head opening what looked like Christmas presents. Again she was wearing that overly happy smile. Then another were she was holding a kitten to her face and giggling as the rough tongue of the cat licked her face. There were a lot more. It made his heart heavy. He had been left out of her life. He doubted that she even remembered him. It saddened him to think that way. It saddened him that he actually cared if she remembered him or not. He was sad that he couldn't push thoughts like this out of his mind. He sighed. Stupid thoughts. He stopped suddenly and his breath caught in this throat.
There was something else other than lilacs in this room. His nostrils flared, scenting the air around him. It took a moment until he smelled it clearly enough to try and decipher the scent. It was a spicy scent. Not a woman's scent either. It had to be male, women didn't smell like that. He breathed deeply, and suddenly he knew. It made him hiss involuntarily. He knew this spicy, sandalwood scent. He knew it more than he wanted to, and he cursed himself for taking so long to figure it out.
Jimmy. The scent was Jimmy's. It had to be, Victor knew the scent of his brother and it was in this room. He growled violently and lashed out, swiping a lamp onto the floor, breaking it into pieces. He then turned to the nearest thing to him which was a coffee table. He flipped it over and it broke, glass going everywhere, breaking all the nick nacks that littered the surface. He couldn't stop there though, he had to direct his rage somewhere. There was a book case to his left and he swiped his claws down it, ripping books, and breaking shelves. The wood splintered into his claws, and fingers. He growled in pain, only fueling his rage more.
Why had Logan been here? He hadn't meant to but he started to destroy the entire room he was in with his rage. All this time he had been searching and Logan and Rox were in the same damned place? He broke an end table by picking it up and throwing it into a wall, screaming violently as he threw the table, making the picture frames on the wall shatter and fall to the floor. He went back to the book shelf and threw it over, and stomped on it. He then raked his claws over the wall violently, leaving deep gashes in the sheetrock. He picked up a picture of her and the red head. He stared at it angrily. He imagined all sorts of reasons as to why Jimmy had been here and only one stuck in his mind. Jimmy was the man in Rox's life to make her look this happy in pictures. He growled and broke the picture with his hands. Not even caring when the glass stabbed into his hands. He dropped the picture and continued to break things in the room.
He had never felt a rage like this in his entire life. His whole body burned in his fury and he had totally lost all control. He destroyed everything in her living room except the couch. He stood over the couch, his claws extended and ready to rip it apart, but he was out of breath now. His chest heaved and his pulse raced uncontrollably. He had worked himself into such an exhaustion by just destroying things in her living room. He looked down at his bloody hands and sighed. That blood should have been hers and Jimmy's. But no his hands were cover with only his blood. He felt his wrath flash again.
Calm down, he told himself. It took a moment but he clear his mind enough to retract his claws and sit down in the center of the couch. His expression was blank as he scanned the room with his eyes to note the damage he had done. Her living room looked like a tornado had passed through it. A tornado named Victor Creed. He wanted to laugh at that thought, but he had no humor at this point in time. Whenever she got home, she was going to try and kill him. That was if he didn't kill her first, and he had the mind to forget his conquest of her body and just kill her. Just one good snap to her neck, he would rid her from his life and mind. He made himself comfortable and pulled out the picture of her he had stolen.
Seeing her face calmed him. His blank expression turned soft. He sat there, and just stared at this picture as if he was in a trance. He traced the lines of her face with a finger, and sighed uncomfortably. He finally found her. He was going to see her once again. And not only was he going to see her again, apparently he was going to see his brother again too. He sighed, trying not to become angry by the thought of why his brother had been in Rox's house. Even though deep down he knew. He would have to be naïve not to know why Jimmy had been here.
It was beginning to hurt him more than he thought. He was going to kill this woman, but yet the thought of killing her didn't satisfy him. If he killed her he wouldn't have anyone left, for he sure the hell didn't want Jimmy as a friend anymore, not saying they were friends though. He was going to kill Jimmy hands down, but Rox? Could he really rip her throat out? Could he wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her? He made a deep guttural noise. He felt like he was drowning in emotion. He decided that he had never been this close to crying in his life. He would never cry, but he felt like he was close.
He was overwhelmed with thought and emotions. His head hurt and his hands hurt. But what hurt the most of all was his heart. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily. He suddenly felt very sick to his stomach. What was happening to him?
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Her head was cradled on his chest, one leg was thrown over his legs, and he had a hand resting on her bare thigh. She trailed a nail down the center of his chest to his navel, then back up to the base of his throat. He was asleep now, totally satisfied. She couldn't sleep though. Too wound up from being scared, and the night she had shared with Logan. She could still taste him on her lips, she could still smell the sex and sweat on the both of them too. She smiled to herself in satisfaction. Logan was a very adequate lover and she had no regrets. She kissed his peck gently.
She didn't want to sleep at all, she just wanted to wake him up and go another round. But she knew that wouldn't be the nice thing to do seeing how he had to get up in the next three hours to go back to work. So she settled on watching him sleep. He looked disturbed when he slept, it was something she noted. Maybe he remembered things in sleep that he didn't like? He grumbled and rolled over to face her, only to roll nearly on top of her. She giggled silently as his naked body pressed against hers.
She did giggle when she felt his lips against her neck. "You are awake?" she asked in a whisper and smacked his arm gently. He growled against her neck as he trailed a hand up her bare ribs. She started to laugh uncontrollably. "That tickles Logan!" she squealed as he began to tickle her ribs on purpose. Who would have known that Logan would be the playful lover? Had he always been like this? No matter, he was now and now was that all that she cared for.
As he tickled her he trailed kisses from her neck to her jaw to her mouth. He stopped tickling her when their lips met. Their mouths moved together and his tongue slipped into her mouth. After a few minutes of kissing he started to kiss his way down to the tops of her breasts. Her hands found their way into his hair as his mouth found her left nipple. She arched into him as his tongue flicked over its tightened peak.
Again for the second time that night, they commenced in having sex. Afterwards they lay spent in each others arm again, but this time she actually fell into a peaceful sleep. She only woke again a few hours later when she heard the gentle shuffling around the room. She opened her eyes and stretched, not caring when the covers slipped from her upper body.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes and smiled at the feeling of sleeping for days. She felt totally rested though she had only slept for three hours. "Good morning." said Logan as he sat on the bed and pulled on his boots. He had managed to get completely dressed without waking her up. "Good morning to you." she said as she stretched arms over her head. She stopped stretching when she heard Logan laughing at her.
"Woman, you tempt me." he said as he stood up. "I was hoping I would." she giggled. He smiled at her and she smiled back. "Can I drive the bike?" he asked as he looked to her keys that sat on the table next to the bed. "Yeah, I can get Murph to pick me up for work." she said. He nodded and picked up the keys. He started towards the door and then stopped. He turned back and walked to the bed and kissed her soundly. She moaned against his lips. He laughed as he drew away from her. "Have a good day at work, sweety." she said, choosing to try on a pet name for him. He smiled and turned back to the door. "If I get off early I will call and let you know so you won't have to get Murphy to pick you up." he said before he left.
Once he was gone she fell back against the bed and hugged herself. Glee, is the only emotion she could think of. Being with Logan last night made her feel young again. Laughing during sex had been fun. The sex in general was fun. Her heart fluttered as she closed her eyes and remembered every detail of what had happened between the two of them. She ran her hands through her hair and smiled.
It still was too soon for her and Logan to do such a thing but she had no regrets about it. It had been wonderful. She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she thought about the many wonderful things Logan could do with his tongue. She felt tingly all over and she wanted to call Ginger and tell her all about it. But she wasn't going to do such a thing. What had happened between Logan and herself stayed that way. She didn't kiss and tell. That was the kind of person she was. She held personal things sacred, and always had. She especially held great things sacred.
After a few more moments of giggling to herself as she daydreamed about her lover she finally got up to take a shower.
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Remy was the first one to wake and he couldn't help but laugh when he found Ginger hugging the lower half of his body. In fact her head was pillowed by his hip, very near to his crotch. He swallowed hard and tried to pretend sleep. He couldn't wake her up because if she knew that he knew that she had been that close to his nether regions she wouldn't be able to look at him all day. He was actually happy that he hadn't woken with the dreaded morning wood that most men got in the mornings. He had been lucky this morning. So he laid back and pretended to be asleep until she woke up.
It was another twenty minutes until she stirred. And he knew when she opened her eyes. She sat up in a start and backed away from him. He slowly opened his eyes to giver her the appearance that he had truly been asleep. He couldn't help himself though, when he saw the look she wore he burst into laughter.
Her hair was terribly disheveled and her face looked as if she had caught him naked. "What is wrong?" he asked in a laugh as he sat up in the bed. "Nothing." she whispered as her face turned cherry red in pure embarrassment. She had every right to be embarrassed too, if it had been him in that position he would be just as embarrassed as her.
They were still pretty much strangers so those things were going to be awkward. He reached out and stoked her cheek. "Something has to be wrong. You look frightened." he said as his fingers trailed down her very smooth cheek. She had rose petal soft skin and he liked a soft woman. Her mouth worked, but she didn't say anything to him. He stopped stoking her cheek and withdrew his hand. He had just managed to make this more awkward than it already was. He shouldn't have pushed for an answer that he knew he wasn't going to get.
"Sorry." he muttered as he got up from the bed and pulled on a shirt. He had slept with his clothes on but in his sleep he had discarded his shirt. "Why are you sorry?" she asked as she watched the material of his shirt hug his muscled frame tightly. He was so handsome in ever sense of the word to her. She could no longer take it. This was already awkward and someone had to break this think ice. He shrugged and kept from looking at her.
"Remy?"
"Yes?" he asked, he tried to quickly glance at her, but that didn't work. His eyes became glued to her. Her cheeks were burning red and he started to think she might be sick instead of blushing. She saw the concern on his face and she smiled innocently.
"Remy, I want you to kiss me." she said. After saying those words she blanched. He blanched too. He wasn't used to women asking things like that of him. His brows furrowed together. Was this some sort of test? He didn't care though. He wanted to kiss her, and he had wanted to do it for a while now. Test or not, he was going to oblige her wishes. Without even questioning her he grabbed both sides of her face and brushed his lips against hers. It was like electricity shot through both of them. Instead of pulling away his lips mashed sweetly against hers fully.
Her head started to feel like it was in a fog and Remy's lips were the only thing that were saving her from the fog in her mind. Their mouths moved together and his hands slid down her face to rest on her shoulders. He broke the kiss and looked down at her bruised mouth. She was wonderful. Her lips were the best thing that he hade ever tasted and he was having a hard time controlling himself now. He wanted to kiss her again and again and again. But he wasn't the sort of man to think of only his wants. What did Ginger want?
He tucked some of her hair behind her ear as their eyes met. She was grinning up at him. "Remy, kiss me again." she whispered. And again he obliged. He kissed her until both had to stop to gasp for their breaths. She smiled up at him now, satisfied. "Thank you." she whispered.
He laughed. He was glad she was satisfied, but now he had a raging storm in him. This woman was dangerous to him. He pulled her out of bed. "We got to get moving." he said as he started to gather their things, trying to clear his mind of the storm. But even though he raged internally, he was glad she had done that. The room felt relaxed now, and not as awkward as it had been. But then only thing he didn't know now was where did they stand? He wasn't ready for a relationship but he also liked her very much. What was that kiss going to do to their friendship? He would have asked but he knew only time would tell those types of things.
Before they exited the room he grabbed a hold of her hand. Their fingers laced together and they left.
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"You are glowin'" said Murphy as she got into his old truck. She simply smiled. There was no reason to explain something the man already knew. "You are too, guess Libba didn't leave you last night." she laughed as she put on her seatbelt. She normally didn't wear seatbelts, but the way Murphy drove scared the hell out of her. He pulled away from the hotel and started towards the bar. "So when is the wedding?" asked Murphy as he drove that big old truck like he was in a derby race.
"Murph you are one crazy bastard." she giggled as he turned into the bar's parking lot. She got out and waved goodbye to him. He waved back before she disappeared into the bar.
Tonight turned out to be a hell of a night at the bar. She had a few friendly drinks that kept her in her element, and she had a good crowd tonight. There were plenty of good jokes, and hard laughs to go around. Plus when Logan got off work he came in smelling like a man who had worked hard, and he looked sexy in his wrangler jeans and plaid button up shirt. Just seeing him and knowing what they had done made her forget any feelings she had thought she had for his brother. He came to sit at the bar and she greeted him with a kiss.
"I feel spoiled." he whispered as she pulled away. "As you should my dear." she said with a smile. All in all tonight was perfect. It was perfect until the night came into a slow end and she had to close the bar for the night. After locking up she got on the back of her motorcycle with Logan and realized she needed to go home to grab a few more things. She didn't want to go, but she needed to grab more clothes if she was going to spend the night with him again.
"Logan, I need to go home and grab some more clothes." she said as he started the engine. He nodded and took off into the direction of her house. It was ten minutes until he pulled into her driveway. She got off the bike and hurried to the front door with out waiting for Logan. The faster she got in the faster she could get out and leave before she had that being watched feeling.
She stopped though when she noticed that her front door had been kicked in. Fear gripped her and made her tingle with adrenaline. Instead of doing the smart thing and scenting the air to figure out who was inside waiting for her, if they were still there. She just entered the home and hoped for the best, bravely, or rather stupidly.
Everything was trashed, no shattered. Her picture framed, her tables, just mostly everything within sight was destroyed. She leaned down and picked up a picture of Ginger that was still intact. She held it to her heart and closed her eyes. The smell of sweet Earth filled her nostrils and her eyes flew open. She knew that smell, it took her no time to know who it belonged to. She turned on the light and walked into her living room. She stopped a foot away from the door frame. Tears filled her eyes and she hugged the picture closer as if Ginger could somehow save her from the hell she had just entered.
Victor sat on her couch, the only thing not destroy as far as she could tell, gazing at a picture in his hand. "You look good in this picture." he said. His voice was exactly as she remembered it. Low, deep, and seductive. He was a man who spoke from his chest, so his voice was naturally deeper, and so seductive to her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, as tears rolled down her face. She wasn't sure if she was crying because her home was trashed, or because he was sitting before her. As soon as she saw him, she had felt a rush of all those emotions that she had tried to bury, and even thought were gone because of Logan. Turns out, they hadn't disappeared at all like she had thought they had. He didn't tear his eyes from the picture, he was intent on gazing at it. Committing it to memory. He wanted to remember what she looked like happy. For he sure after today, things were going to be very different for her as well as him.
"Looking for you of course. But I think the better question would be why do you wreak of Jimmy? You smell like sex, and Jimmy. Its pretty disgusting to tell you the truth." he said, finally turning his cold blue eyes to her. She swallowed hard. There was hurt in his eyes. Somehow she had managed to hurt him. Her lips tightened under his intense gaze. He closed his eyes and looked away. "You are thinner than I remember, and much paler." he whispered. "My health hasn't been too good lately." she whispered, trying not to let her voice break with her tears. He nodded and finally stood up, tucking the picture into his jacket pocket. "I am sure it isn't going to get much better either." he said as he started at the ground. "What does that mean?' she asked in a whisper.
He looked back too her and her skin crawled. He was dangerous, more dangerous than she had ever seen him. He tilted his head to the side. He was glad all of his anger had been spent earlier. It gave him more room to think about what he was going to do. He knew that all those dreams were only false hopes for him. But he had hoped that this would be easy, but he was finding out that nothing in his life was truly the way he wanted it. "Don't play dumb sweetheart." he said in a low growl. He instantly cursed himself for calling her sweetheart, that is what he called her in his dreams. This wasn't his dream though, this was so far from being his dream that he wished he was back in the dream. In her loving arms so she could comfort him. It was bad that here he stood in front of her, wanting to kill her, but also find solace in her.
Logan entered behind her and stopped in the doorframe. He didn't have to ask who was standing before them. He automatically knew from how Rox had described him that this was Victor.
"Jimmy, it has been a while. How is the adamantium treating you?" asked Victor in a growl. His anger was rising again at the sight of his younger half brother, who he had truly cared for when they were younger. "Jimmy?" asked Logan confused. Immediately Rox rushed to Victor, who looked like he was ready to rip off Logan's head. "Victor. Victor! Look at me Victor. Logan doesn't remember anything from his past." said Rox in a rush as her hands came to rest on the lapels of Victors big black coat. He laughed making himself sound insane. "Do you really think I care if he remembers? The only thing I care about is that I remember. I remember everything Rox! I will continue to remember everything, as I will remember you! And don't fucking touch me." he growled as the back of his hand connected with her cheek.
It felt good to hit her. It was like punishing her for betraying him with his brother. She knew better to do such a thing to him. Didn't she? She had to know that she betrayed him. This act was unforgivable to him. It satisfied him to hit her, and he wanted to do it again. She had hurt him, and he wanted her to know how that felt. But at the same time, he was realizing how obsessed he had become with her. He was so obsessed with someone he had only known for a short period of time. He must have been crazy. Truly insane that he had spent so much time thinking of her, dreaming of her, searching for her.
She fell to the ground with a grunt. Immediately she heard the sounds of Logan unsheathing his claws. "Just a beautiful as the day you got them." said Victor with that smile that showed one of his sharp canines. In moments both brothers met in the middle of the room in a violent clash. Rox pushed herself off of the ground and tried to stand, only to find herself too dizzy to move. He had hit her damned hard, and she was going to have to take a moment to recover from his blow.
Logan pierced his claws onto Victor's chest. Victor howled in fury and started to try and claw at Logan's throat. Logan kicked Victor away and twisted so he could make space between them. "I don't want to fight you Victor, I don't even remember you. But I don't want you hurting Rox." said Logan as he looked to Rox who was still struggling to stand. "Don't worry about her, she is tougher than you think. But we have to fight. I have to finish you. I have to rid you from this world Jimmy. You have stolen everything away from mer. You stole a loving family, you stole the adamantium, and now you steal my woman." Victor growled. Logan looked confused, but didn't say anything. Victor then moved to attack Logan. Logan didn't move though as he just stared at Rox, perplexed.
Victor's woman? Had Rox not told him everything that had happened between her and Victor? Victor tackled Logan into the wall, breaking completely through the wall. They both fell to the ground with loud grunts. Victor was the first one to his feet, Logan a little slower in his movements. Victor took the opportunity to grab Logan by the collar of his shirt. He threw Logan back to the ground. He fell with a loud thud, breaking the wooden floors from his fall. Logan just laid there, not wanting to move, he didn't want to fight anymore. He was too confused, and he was starting to hurt. Victor had called Rox his woman. What had that meant? Logan turned his eyes and met Rox's.
He saw fury there. She was getting over the dizziness. Before Victor could do anything else to Logan, she intervened. She snarled at him and swiped her claws down the side of his face. Leaving deep bloody gashes that pained him greatly. He growled and turned to attack her. But she was faster then he had ever imagined her being. She grabbed his shoulders and leaned in close, biting him on the neck. His head fell back and he howled in agony. Her canines were also sharper than he remembered. In fact she was much different now. She had finally matured into her mutation, and her power was much greater than his. He fell to the ground and she followed him down, her jaw locked so she wouldn't let go of his neck.
He struggled against her at first but then he just slackened, knowing he couldn't defeat her. His hands fell to her waist and his claws bit into her shirt and skin. His breath caught. That made Rox another person that was better than him, and who got what they wanted. How could he have had such a horrible existence? The woman he wanted was going to kill him. His nails bit deeper into her skin, drawing blood. "I guess I will never know what it feels like for you to kiss me." he whispered so lowly she almost didn't dear him. But she had and for a moment she faltered. He could have made his move then but he didn't, he just let her tighten her grip on him again.
"Rox, let him go." said Logan who now stood over them, staring into Victor's void of emotion eyes. But she didn't let go. She just tightened her bite, and Victor gasped in pain, digging his claws ever deeper into her. He wanted to laugh. His claws were rather deep within her, and he thought sickly of how this was the only way he was ever to be inside of her. He heard her make a whimpering sound, and then felt hot tears fall onto him. She was crying, and he didn't know why. She should have been happy that she was going to kill him. Finally she let go, surprising herself as well as him.
She backed away, tears clouding her vision. She shook uncontrollably and it hurt to know that she had caused this fight. What had she done? This was all wrong, everything was wrong. This was all her fault and it killed her on the inside to know that not only had she hurt Victor, she had also hurt Logan. He might not know it yet, but she had hurt him, and the hurt was only going to get worse if she couldn't stop them. "Stop." she whispered upon deaf ears as she wiped blood off of her lips.
Logan reached down and pulled Victor to his feet. He then backed Victor into a wall and stared him in the eye. He had hoped to see defeat. But all he saw was more fight. Victor acted quick and kneed his brother in the stomach. Logan let go of Victor as he coughed in pain. Victor then brought a fist down on the top of Logan's bent head. Logan fell to the ground with a loud thud, again breaking the wooden floors under his weight. Victor laughed lowly. He knew Logan wasn't in his element because if he had been that would be Victor on the ground, not Logan. While he laughed he never heard the commotion behind him.
Something grabbed Rox by the hair, and she screamed brutally. She tried to get away, but she wasn't strong enough.
Victor was fast to turn and stopped dead in his tracks. Immediately his heart clenched as his anger peaked to the highest it had ever been. Wade. Well what used to be Wade. Wade held Rox by her hair and he had an adamantium blade pointed straight at her throat. "Finally the two of you have come back together." said Wade. He pulled Rox back closer to him and kissed her cheek with scarred lips. "Who would have thought you would have been the reason these two had their reunion." whispered Wade into her ear. But the only thing was, this wasn't Wade. He didn't have a smell at all, and he was powerful, much more powerful than Wade had ever been.
No smell? Instantly she understood. The thing in the woods that she could always feel staring at her was Wade. It had to be because in his presence now she felt her fury peak and she wanted to rip him to pieces. It was the way she had felt when being watched, as well as an intense fear. She shook in his arms. What was happening? Why would this new Wade be so interested in Logan and Victor? She couldn't ask though, fear gripped her throat too much.
"Let her go." growled Victor. Rox met Victor's eyes and she saw fear there, the same fear that she felt. What was Wade now that even Victor would fear him? "Now why would I do that? You seem to fancy her more than your brother does. I think I might keep her. If she can drive you two to do this, I wonder what else she can drive the two of you to do." said Wade with a smile. "Fuck you." growled Victor and Logan at the same time.
"You know what they say don't you? Revenge is sweet." said Wade as he started to drag Rox away. Things started happening too fast for her. She was dragged outside by this new Wade, Victor and Logan hot on their heals. She looked back and all she saw was Victor. This might be the last time she ever saw him. She knew Logan was there, but all her sense cried out to Victor and only Victor. How had things changed so much within a few hours. Just this morning she had forgotten Victor, and now she only had eyes for him. But then again she had to admit to herself there had always been something that drew her to Victor, and she had never truly stopped having some sort of feelings for the feral. She growled and tried to pull away to no avail.
They hadn't known each other long, but yet she shared so much more emotionally with Victor than she had with Logan. Tears clouded her vision. How could she be so stupid to get herself into a situation like this. If she lived this she wouldn't be able to look at herself again. She had ruined the lives of two people she cared for. And it all could have been avoided if she hadn't tried to rush things with Logan. She now understood the only reason she had rushed things with him was in hopes to bury the feelings she had felt for Victor, that only worked until she had seen him.
Her head twisted at an odd angle because of Wade. She screamed loud enough to create an echo around them that carried for miles. "Come on bitch." Wade hissed as he pulled her along by the hair quickly.
"Victor!" she screamed right before both her and Wade disappeared into the woods at a pace that she knew the two brothers wouldn't b able to follow. As they traveled limbs cut her arms, legs and face. Soon enough she lost consciousness because of the pain that Wade was putting her through.
