S:S:S:S:S:S: Chapter- 7 :S:S:S:S:S:S
Hiya there, Creeders, I'm back with another chapter with a little bit more fluffy goodness. Hope y'all like it :-}
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Shaking her head in complete shock, she pulled everything out of the bag and to her biggest horror, the damned bag had nothing but a bunch of lacy bras, thong panties and a matching set of red, silk and lace Negligee and night robe.
Claire held up the lingerie with a infuriated+flushed look on her face. "What the fuck is all this?!"
"As far as I can see," Creed scratched his head with a fake contemplated look on his face. "That's called a bra, something you'd been whinin' for a minute ago."
She ground her teeth. "This-is that-how you-URGHHHH!" she threw her hands in the air with a loud groan. The asshole was really dancing on her nerves. If that 'Lady Ruthless' had already warned her that she was going to face this side of Victor Creed in his house, she would've stayed in her whore house!
She exhaled sharply and counted from one to ten in her mind to calm herself down. When she regained her cool, she glared at the feral jerk again. "And what about my regular clothes, Mr. Creed? Since we're enjoying our winter in one of the coldest countries on the mother earth so I'm going to need some good, warm clothes, don't you think that?" sarcasm dripping off every word coming out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah, I thought about that, too." Creed gave a teasing nod. "Like you said, we're enjoying our winter in one of the coldest countries on the mother earth and I'm sure those paper thin jeans and tops won't be able to keep you warm enough in this condition so...I've decided to let you wear my clothes for the next three months."
"What the fucking hell?!"
"Oh yes," Creed grinned again. "Can bet my clothes are warmer than hell. Besides, I'd love ta see ya in one of my shirts."
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"C'mon, kitten," smirking, Victor took his eager eyes off the book. "I'm dyin' ta enjoy the profit of my investment."
"I wish you could really die some day." Claire snarled through the door before slamming it open. In stead of the hardening view of his little Mary Sue in that sexy negligee Victor was expecting to see, his vision narrowed at the baggy plaid and jeans of his the feral girl came out in.
"What the hell is this? Where's the nightgown I brought ya?" Creed growled out his question.
"Did you really think I was going to wear any of that crap for you?" Claire growled back, rolling up her sleeves. "They went where all my other clothes did. Into the dustbin because...they weren't warm enough for me and my 'Cub'." she batted her eyelashes at him with fake innocence.
"Damn frail, you're really the biggest mood killer I've ever seen." Creed grumbled, taking off his shirt.
Claire quickly dropped her glare. "So I'm gonna have to watch you go to bed in your half-naked glory everyday for the next three months?"
"Hell yeah." Creed smirked and threw his shirt at her before picking up the antiseptic cream from the stand. "That's the plan."
Claire shook her head with a tired sigh and threw the shirt aside before grabbing her side. She rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. The mild wince of pain dissolved in Victor's musky scent revealed his hand wasn't reaching the wound but she didn't try to sit up and help him. Why should I? The man is the most obnoxious and cruel bastard she's ever seen. After whatever he's done to her, he deserves a whole round of those healing factor killing bullets in his chest in her eyes.
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She had no idea where she was going. Her feet just stepped towards a whirl of echoes. The echoes of her father, that were calling her, pulling her towards them.
"Claire, come to me, baby."
"Dad? Where are you?" she ran her eyes around, baffled. "I can't see you."
Suddenly the echoes stopped. "Turn around, sweetheart."
Claire spun around quickly and grinned with tears of joy in her widened eyes. "Dad..."
She hugged her father tightly. The salted drops escaping her eyes soaked her father's shoulder. "I miss you so much, dad."
Richard pulled back and kissed his daughter's forehead. "Daddy also misses you a lot, baby."
"P-Please...please come back, dad." Claire sniffled softly. "I don't want to live with that man. H-How can I live with the monster who killed my father? Please come back..."
"I wish that was possible, dear.." Richard cupped her cheeks. Tears of sadness stinging the corners of his eyes, too. "But the dead can't return once they're gone."
"Then tell me what to do, dad." Claire sniffled again. "I-I hate that man. I'm stuck with him because of this baby. I really have no idea how to get rid of him."
"In stead of trying to get rid of him," Richard slowly smiled. "Why don't you try to get along with him?"
"W-What? What are you saying, dad?" a clear shock on Claire's face. "How can I-"
Richard stroked his daughter's hair. "You know what i always wanted for you. I wanted a long and fearless life for you but I never trusted those feral men and their savage nature to let them come near you but this man, I know he's rude and dangerous, but he's the only one that can protect you from all the dangers out there."
"What?" Claire shook her head in sheer incredulity. "What are you saying, dad? That man has killed you!"
"No, that's not t-t.." Richard's voice suddenly started breaking as the background behind him began to turn crimson. "T-T-That's n-not..t-true.."
"What is it, dad? What is not true?!" Claire panicked when her father's body started dissolving in the air. Her nostrils filled with a sharp smell of fresh blood. She screamed. "D-Dad! P-Please, don't go! I need you! DADDD!"
Claire jerked awake with a loud gasp. Drenched in warm sweat and sticky horror, she covered her mouth with her hand and darted her eyes around. The clock on the wall showed 6:35 in the morning. The Creed guy wasn't on the bed. Panting, she sighed and slowly slipped out of the bed. The smell of blood was still stuck in her nostrils and making her nauseated. She needed to find out the source of the coppery smell. she walked out of the bedroom and looked around. She took another deep sniff. The smell was coming from kitchen.
Rubbing her eyes, Claire groggily walked into the kitchen and screamed in horror when she saw the source of the smell.
Blood, so much blood.
"YOU KILLED HIM, CREED!"
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"So?" Creed rolled his eyes, wiping his bloody face with a kitchen towel. "Just a deer, frail. Yer actin' like I've killed your beloved uncle." he grumbled, dropping the kidneys into a small bowl. The skinning and gutting was almost done.
"S-So much blood, o-oh god, i think I'm gonna puke!" Claire clamped her hand over her mouth in pure disgust and ran for the bathroom. With an exasperated huff, Victor had to go after her, leaving his bloody shoe prints behind.
He slammed the door open and hurried over to her. "Don't blame my kill fer yer first morning sickness, frail." he grumbled and tried to hold her hair back for her.
"D-Don't touch me!" Claire winced back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "K-Keep your bloody hands away from me!" her attitude tightened Creed's jaw at once. The little bitch needs some discipline again.
He suddenly grabbed her upper arm and shoved her out of bathroom. "Go clean the floor and prepare the breakfast before I come out. I'll take the steaks in the bedroom today."
Claire's eyes widened in horror. "B-But-"
"No buts, frail." Claire quickly averted her eyes when he shamelessly started shedding his blood splattered clothes before her. Her reaction made him smirk. "I've skinned and gutted the kill, now handling all that blood and meat in your pan is your problem, not mine. Barf on my breakfast and I'm gonna make ya eat all of that fuckin' raw protein, got it?" after a warning snarl, he threw the clothes at her and slammed the door shut, leaving a fuming feline outside.
"Why, why the hell did I decide to live with this fucking beast?!" she snarled to herself.
"'Cause the beauty always falls for a fuckin' beast, frail." his smirking repost made her want to squeeze the shit out of an egg ball at the moment.
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Next Week:- a dark chapter with a huge dose of Victor Sabertooth Creed's dark side, then don't say you hadn't been WARNED! ;-}