Author's note: Sorry for the long wait, I got busy with getting stuff together for classes, and I just finished my first week of classes. I might start posting some really really short stories in French depends on how well my French comes along, and if I can get a hold of a French-English Dictionary. I probably wont be posting works in Chinese for a while. Anyway here is chapter 10, I forewarn you it might seem a bit fluffy, it wasn't my intent. It had several versions and this one was the best I could come up with. Even check it for my pragmatics. Anyway have fun with this. I will post the next chapter to 99 Luftballoons but it needs a total re-write and I am slamming my head on the wall trying to write it.

Cherise was feeling comfortable in Victor's room, no one ever bothered her there. No one ever came by, or looked at her when she walked through the halls. She gently stretched next to him, he lay still next to hear staring at the ceiling. She looked up at him with her big violet eyes, her hand mindlessly tracing circles on his chest. Nuzzling in closer to him she yawned lazily. Victor pulled her closer and looked down at her.

"Morning little girl." Victor said his voice was calm and almost pleasant. Cherise snuggled closer to him.

"Morning Victor." She said softly his chest was comfy she didn't want to move. "Are you going to leave me today?"

"I don't think so." He replied, pulling her on top of him. Straddling him she looked down at him her violet eyes blinking sweetly at him. He liked how she slept next to him, how she'd curl up right next to him. He felt like she was his and part of him wondered if he ran away with her if she'd stay of her volition. .

"Victor..." She trailed her voice growing quiet.

"What?"

"I wanna ask you something."

"What do you want to know." He was beginning to feel more at ease with her there, while she got on his nerves she was starting grow seemingly more fond of him.

"Promise you won't get mad?" Victor let out a low growl and he began to think. If what she was going to ask was really worth answering or if he could learn something more about her then maybe.

"Just ask." He growled angrily.

"Why are you here? I mean I know what you've told me, but sometimes I wonder if you feel bad for bringing me here, you protect me when you shouldn't."

"I was hired by Stryker with my brother, after we killed our commanding officer. They tried to kill us..." Victor smirked remembering how futile it was. "A firing squad. It tickled."

"Why did you kill the commanding officer?"

"He tried to stop me from raping a girl." Victor watched Cherise's face carefully to see how she'd react to the news. A flash of what seemed like fear, and hurt ran through her eyes. Part of him felt a bit ashamed admitting it to her, but the girl he was going to rape was a suspected combatant. He thought of how the rage filled him as the two guards tried to rape Cherise and clenched his teeth, he could only imagine what the Vietnamese girl felt now, and her family felt.

"Oh..." Her response was very quiet and shy. "Why are you so cruel?"

Victor was shocked by her words, he hid it well but they cut him. He had been nothing but kind to this girl and now she was calling him cruel. Well he not always kind, but he protected her from the dangers of this place. His rage was burning in his heart as he thought about what she had said to him.

"Why do you run away all the time?" He snarled back holding in his temper.

"I don't." She seemed offended and annoyed her eyes darkened and she crossed her arms. He just raised his eyebrow challengingly.

"I don't run away. It's not like my childhood was bad, I just hate being in any one place for long. I need to roam, it's in my blood to travel." The look on her face as she thought of all the places she had been. Her eyes shimmered with pleasure at the idea of leaving and just roaming. Victor understood a bit, she was a feral mutant like him. While her mutation was more subtle than his, he felt a kinship with her. Her need to travel was that like a bird who needed to fly.

"I am nothing but an animal, it's my instinct to kill, to maim." Victor replied answering her question, placing his hands on her hips he just like having her under his touch.

"And you're resisting your instinct to kill me?" She asked curiously placing her hands on his bare chest and leaning down to look at him. He didn't like that question, it was complicated, and he didn't really have a good answer. A low growl emanated from his throat and Cherise swallowed hard trying to predict what he would do.

"Why are you so nosy?" He snarled angrily showing his fangs to her.

"I am just curious because you're so nice to me. You've given me a bed, protected me from the guards..." Victor snarled at her, flipping her over and he hovered over her. He didn't want to hear her praise anymore he was an evil man and nothing more.

"I only do that to ensure no one else touches you, you're mine." He growled forcefully, his eyes alight with possessiveness. She just stared back defiantly, her trust in Victor's self control was immense.

"I am no ones." She replied coolly her eyes never leaving his. He pushed her legs open with his knee and she took in a sharp breath. He smirked leaning down his hot breath on the nape of her neck.

"Really?" His voice rumbled quietly in her ear, and a shiver went up her spine. Closing her eyes she let the feeling of him wash over her. His scent calmed her nerves, over the year of her sleeping in his quarters she had come to trust his self control.

"I can smell you little girl..." He growled deeply, "You want to be mine, I can smell it all over you." She just relaxed under him, she wasn't going to indulge him. Not again, he broke her trust.

"Victor." She purred in his ear, while she enjoyed his dominance and power she wouldn't let him have what he wanted, he kept her trapped in this dark disgusting hole. "Who told you, you were an animal?"

Victor froze and glared down at her, she was perceptive, and he hated her for it. He put all his weight on his right forearm and hovered over her, his hand running up and down her side. His past was just that, he didn't want to consciously dwell on it, or admit it. Jimmy had been lucky, his family was rich and his father had been kind and loving. Victor always envied him, he wished he had such a charmed life.

"Victor." She coaxed her words sweet and alluring. He debated whether he should tell her, his past consumed him, his jealousy and rage seared into his soul.

"Jimmy is my brother, we share the same father. His mother cheated on her husband with my father, when she went back to her husband my father was devastated. He would drink heavily, some days he would just cry himself to sleep other nights he'd take his rage out on me. When I began to change he would beat me and chained me up in the cellar. When my fangs began to come in he tried to rip them out." Victor paused his rage starting to spill out, he felt his voice grow darker with each word. She just traced circles on his chest and listened intently.

"When I would go to Jimmy's house, his 'father' would bring him presents, and treated him like a real son. While my father tortured me." The jealousy dripped from Victor's voice as he thought about the lavish life James had. Cherise just rested her hand on his neck comfortingly, her mind blank she just listened.

"I hate it here Victor..." She told him truthfully she looked him in the eyes. "But you've been very good to me."

He stared down at her a little shocked his usual hard and dark eyes were softened by her words. Victor pulled her close and she snuggled into him and he could feel her heart beat steadily against her ribcage. With a deep breath he stroked her now medium length hair, a soothing feeling came over him.

"I am not a nice man." He growled irritated as he watched her carefully. She just sighed and turned to look at him.

"No your not, but you take care of me." She replied her voice soft and hesitant, he leaned down and pinned her to the bed.

"Cause your mine." He growled deeply his confidence made her giggle. Victor glared at her pushed her hands above her head, he stared at her for a moment his eyes looking over her beautiful face. Whenever he looked at her, he couldn't help but admire his prize. He worked hard to get her, and even harder to win at least some affection from her. Normally he wouldn't care, while she wasn't physically strong, she was daring something he had never seen in a female. Her fear of him excited her, and she'd desperately try to mark him during sex. It was cute, she'd claw at his back desperately trying to leave a mark on him.

"Why not one of the other girls?" She asked her eyes staring at him with curiosity. Cherise had mixed feelings, she hated him, and she hated it there. Keeping her here was like keeping a bird in a cage it wasn't right, she needed to fly. The other part of her like being near him, liked being protected. She wanted to have him hold her close, to feel him behind her when she was unsure. He was a strong and capable man, one who seemed to genuinely want to take care of her, at least that's what she wanted to believe. His reasoning behind it wasn't really a thought that came to her mind, nor did she want to think about it. Victor growled annoyed he didn't understand why she had to ask such inane questions.

"Why do you ask such stupid questions?" He grumbled glaring at her.

"Why are you so remiss to answer them?" Victor snarled at her grabbing her throat and quickly releasing her.

"Because they are stupid." Victor snarled jumping up from the bed and pacing angrily around the room. Cherise lay comfortably on the bed watching her captor. It amused her to see him this angry over a simple question.

"Come on Victor you're a big boy you can tell me." She prodded with a smirk on her face, while she feared him, she also knew which buttons got which reactions from him.

"You're mine that's all there is to it. You are an animal like me, our mutations are similar." He snarled getting close to the bed baring his fangs. Her heart sank for a moment, as she realized how his response made her feel she mentally slapped herself. To be so foolish as to want him to like her was stupid, he was an evil man.

"So it's only my mutation you are interested in?" She barked back her hurt turning to anger slowly in her heart. Victor furrowed his brows in confusion as he watched the casual albeit touchy conversation turn into an argument. The girl before him was seemingly angrier than he had been by bringing up such a stupid question. He stood up straight and stared at her warily, with confusion in his eyes.

"Did I say that?" He replied coolly staring down at her choosing his words carefully. She huffed standing up and glaring at him, she began to feel angry with herself. Why should she care about what he thought of her? He was a monster. He had betrayed her. She was going crazy here, he was a horrible man. How could she ever really trust him? Her head and heart were arguing. Her head wanted to castrate him, and punish him for bringing her here. Her heart was hoping that maybe he wasn't as evil as he thought he was. It was a stupid argument she knew that he was a beast, she shouldn't be hurt that he was only attracted to her for her mutation. It was sick that the thought of him releasing her and running away with her even crossed her mind.

"Whatever Victor I don't care what your reasons are." She snapped storming out of the room. She decided she was going to visit her friends in the cells. Victor stood stunned by what just happened, she just stormed out of the room, furious. What had he said to make her so angry? As he ran through the conversation in his head he couldn't figure out what he had said. Opening the drawers of his dresser he decided he was going to get some alcohol he really needed it after that whirlwind of an argument. As he got dressed he watched the door swing open again. The girl glared at him and pushed him out of the way, he began to smirk at her. The little ball of fury, was mildly amusing. The fact she thought he could push him around made him chuckle. She grabbed a pair of sweats and a new shirt. Turning to him she shot him a deadly look.

"Get that snide smirk off your face." She snarled pulling off her shirt she was completely naked before him, as she pulled on her clothes. Victor thought about her dressed in his clothes, how her curves failed to show through his baggy clothing. With a small smirk on his face he, decided the booze would probably make her more bearable and hopefully help him forget how insufferable women could be..