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Chapter 8

The next morning while Logan was asleep, Victoria wandered out of their room and around the mansion. Down the stairs and into the kitchen, she was surprised to see the Professor there eating breakfast so early.

"Ah, Victoria. You have a good night?" He said mischievously.

"Yes, thank you. I think Logan is still asleep." She answered. "I think I wore him out."

"Well, whatever you do is not my business. I wished to speak to you about a different matter." The Professor said kindly.

"Could it be a delicate matter?" She asked.

"Yes, actually. You have a slight air about you that is more Weapon X than Logan is and it frightens Scott. Could you explain it?"

"No, well…I don't. I mean, I was there longer than Logan, if that's what you mean. I guess I just rely on my training too much. I was taught to survive."

"How old were you?" He asked her.

"Eleven." She answered calmly. "It isn't much of a shock seeing as I was just released. I was sold as a slave when I was eleven and have been in captivity since. I really lost track of it. I was one of the rare ones with a gift. My masters liked me too much."

"When were you born?" He had a feeling she wasn't twenty-one like she looked and acted.

"1896." She answered quickly.

"Well, you're well over 100 in terms of actual age." The Professor smiled. "So why do you take classes?"

"I never got a proper education." She answered. She sensed Logan listening on their connection. She knew he would wonder down very quickly to ask his own questions and she would give him the answers.

"Ah, so do you mind telling me anything else of importance?" He smiled warmly, trying to make the conversation as comfortable as possible.

"Well, I escaped twice and Logan always retrieved me. The Director thought that 'the animal should take care of the mate' as he so eloquently put it." She seethed.

"Well, you have quite the language skills."

"I was raised to speak in Victorian language, Professor. I am not a moron." She retorted.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to offend you." He said.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be like this. I was raised better than this. I miss my Victorian gowns. I was on Titanic, you know." She said lightly.

"Really? Good morning, Logan." The Professor greeted.

"Morning." He grunted, heading to the fridge. "What's all this then?"

"Well, I was in first class, but a slave, so I guess…" She trailed off.

"I'm sorry. How did you get off the ship?" The Professor asked, intrigued.

"Lifeboat Four, I was good friends with Madeline Astor." She responded. She knew the Professor was relaying the conversation to the other X-Men. She didn't mind, it just meant she wouldn't have to repeat it. "I tried to escape, but I had no where to go and my master survived."

"Who? Who was your master?" Logan inquired as gently as he could.

"Nathaniel Essex and he still believes it to be so. He sent me to Weapon X and made me endure all those experiments. He doesn't own me anymore though. I was one of his better experiments. I didn't fail as he said, way too often. But that is over now. I don't belong to him anymore." Victoria felt a little better. Now Logan knew why she talked to Sinister like she had. She respected him on some level, but she was still a slave to him at one point and she wasn't going to let it happen again.

Logan was having a hard time processing all of this. She had served Sinister? Then why did she sound like she had talked down to him? It made no sense at all. Logan was taken aback by the fact that she was so calm about it. No doubt Rachel Grey had heard all of this. She must be fuming.

"Got to go. Rachel and I have training." Logan said. He walked down the hall, right into Rachel.

"How can she be so happy about Sinister? Everyone knows what he stands for! How could she…" Rachel's tattoo was showing and Logan was at a loss. It was his fiancée over his flirtation's daughter. Not that he thought of Jean that way. It was just weird, especially after killing her twelve times.

"Rachel, not everyone had the same experience as you. I was Death, a Horseman of Apocalypse. Remember that. Everyone has a different perspective. Victoria's is a little fuller because of her background. She was raised in the Victorian Age. Girls were sold to men of power often back then." He explained, trying to calm her.

"Doesn't make it right." She said, softly.

"I know, kid, but look on the bright side. At least she loves me and she's not working for the man anymore." Logan answered with a smile.

"Are you okay?" Rachel asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Logan, you had a thing for Mom. You are in conflict with yourself." Rachel pointed to her head.

"I was wondering if maybe the memory of your mom was something my animalistic nature came up with as it was the closest it had to its actual mate. Victoria was mine before I raped her and the animal couldn't see that. I don't even know if she will forgive me. Why is she even marrying me?" Logan poured it out. He just didn't understand Victoria. Why was she still marrying him?

"Because I love you and I was yours for years. Why not make it official?" Victoria said, walking over to embrace him. "I heard you pour your heart out to your confidante and decided to give a little insight."

"Well, I promise I will treat you like a princess." Logan said sincerely.

Victoria raised an eyebrow. A princess, her? Yeah, right. Like that would ever happen. It was her experience that men were always trying to dominate women in some way. Psychologically, mentally, physically…it didn't matter what it was. A

man would find a way. Sinister had taught her that.

She was taken from her thoughts by a passionate kiss. Logan was kissing her and it was more than demanding. She couldn't push away, nor did she wish to. When she got her breath back, Rachel was giggling.

"You alright, Rachel?" Victoria asked.

"I'm great."

"I wanted to thank you for saving Logan and I at Weapon X. I probably would have caved without you or the others." Victoria felt she needed to say something about it.

"It's what X-Men do, Victoria." Rachel replied with a smile. "Besides, Mom would kill me if I left him at the facility. She's always watching you know."

"Mom?" She looked at Logan.

"Jean. This is her daughter from a future. It's complicated." He looked at the two of them. They looked like sisters.

"We do not!" Victoria and Rachel yelled. They looked at each other and decided that if they did, then maybe they should be friendlier. Friends were a force to be reckoned with. Especially, when those friends had a grudge against the same man.