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"That's what your old man used to say?" Victor asked, somber. Already guessing the truth but...

This felt like the right thing to do.

Like back at the hospital, as he kneeled in front of his mate. Submitting.
Sickening and nervous, but instincts telling him to do it, nudging him forward. Show her that... That he...

Victor wanted to make a point here, for both of them. Show some weakness here.

Because he had enough of Anna running from him, fighting him and questioning his words and actions towards their connection.
Because he had enough of being desolate and never have something to really call his own. Never have the understanding that own fucking brother couldn't give.
Or acceptance that damn father hadn't allowed. Or love that mother couldn't show.
Teeth clenching the feral man continued. Forced himself.
Keeping the eye contact because he wanted Anna to understand this.
Understand him.
If she, however... Wouldn't... He could finally force his stupid animal mind to recognize that this was not working, it was not worth it.
It wouldn't be what he wanted. Nor needed.

"He calling you a low prey, doing what ever it was that made you to act like he wanted, look like he wanted? Again and again until you just did everything to make it all, him, to finally stop?"

Victor had long ago given into this need and desire to have Anna as his mate, knowing how pain in the ass it would be with her.
Yes, they are both monsters. Broken. Unstable. Killers and predators, psychopaths. Proud and stubborn, sick and faulty. Villains.
And so what?

"But he still wouldn't stop? Because he decided, that you were not worthy of anything until he would say otherwise?"

It still didn't need to mean, that they couldn't have something better. Together.
When they are together, Victor is content. Actually enjoying.
Anna didn't shun him because he liked the feeling and taste and smell of blood. Loved the power of creating fear. Praised his animal side to dominate and hunt and kill, be what he was born to be.
No, Anna admired him.
And yet, didn't bend to him because of it or because of fear nor because he forced her to. She fought against him, showed she was not someone to be toyed with. Challenged him and stayed alive and free. Unbroken.
Made him submit to her, without she really telling nor forcing him to.
She accepted him, wanted him, with some difficulties however.

But with Anna, Victor felt it, the connection that his instincts had noticed and accepted before his human mind did.
With her, there was excitement, playfulness but also softness, understanding and feeling of serene. And no backstabbing and scheming like at some past sexual partnership of his. No gaining money nor power, just being together.

"And that's where he made a mistake."

Victor wished this annoying door was not between them now. He wanted to hold his mate so badly, make that sadness and self-pity and -spite go away because the bambi didn't deserve to feel like that. Not Anna.

"He gave you time and chance to become something that didn't bend anymore. That didn't feel fear no more. Didn't take it anymore. And because of that", he smiled to her, the corners not touching his eyes but he wanted to smile and not stop when his own memories kept wanting to take over. But he had lived with them for years and he wouldn't let them keep him from convince his mate that she and he were the same.
They were what they needed, and he understood her. And loved her, not seeing flaws but things that made her-

"You are a true predator, Anna. And I'm the most dangerous predator on this planet so I god damn know, what a real prey is. And it's a one, that doesn't put up a fight. That just lets others use it, doesn't grasp onto what's its. Just lets the world kick it around and takes it like a little bitch."

He had shown her he could take care of her. Saved and helped her. Cared and wanted her. Couldn't that be enough?

"And that doesn't in hell sound like you. You put up a fight against me from the very beginning. You managed to kill me couple of times even."

He huffed, smirking at his mate.
And even if it had hurt a lot to die, it still had excited him so much, like when he had awoken on that chair, all bound after he had tried to force her. Instead of just calling the cops she had decided to kill him by herself, and would have managed if not for his healing ability.
And in that forest when they fucked the first time? Still made him shiver from pleasure, remembering how she looked like a damn predator wearing the skin of a prey, looking down at him while riding his body.

"You just kept pushing me backwards, keeping me on my toes as you defended your territory. Like that fishing cutting place, I was furious of how you used that against me."
Anna rubbed her face from tears, looking at him with much calmer eyes and it pleased him greatly, making him purr through the glass door to her.
"Doesn't sound like a prey to me, does it now, Anna?"
"...You left."
He half-snarled, punching the door but not as viciously as before. Just to make her listen to him clearly now.
"And I came back", he said firmly. "I decided and I accepted this god damn pain in the ass mate thing because I keep what's mine. And you weren't some frail that I'll just buy or take. You ain't no fucking prey."

Anna, was absolutely fucked up.
Growing panic keeping her from leaving as a thing kept bending her to its will. But not violently, not with forcefulness. If it would, she could handle it, she could fight it. Get angry and fight it.
But no. It was not vicious, it was worst, it was warmth and caressing. Whispering. And she wasn't sure how to react to it.

Why did Victor have to talk like that, speak of things that- Why couldn't he make things easy, and just be an arrogant, infuriating and oppressive asshole?
Anna could feel this alien, strong, shaking feeling intoxicating her as his words dragged out everything she desperately wanted to keep under wraps. Tearing down one by one defenses which kept her thinking clear and realistic, staying alert of him.
But as he first started talking to her in questions, she couldn't stop staring and listening to him.
Couldn't stop noticing what he was trying to prove to her.
That he knew, what had happened. That he too, had suffered same kind of hurt, sorrow, anger and loneliness and revenge.
Telling her that he understood.

Reminding her, how Victor didn't like his claws to be touched. His reaction as she asked about them.
And how she wanted, somehow, to go back in time and murder that asshole father who hurt Victor! Because it pained so much to think of him all alone and beaten. He hadn't deserved that kind of cruelty...

...Anna was scared. And yet hopeful, as he kept talking.
Telling her what she wanted someone to tell her when she was a child. That she was not worthless, not a prey. She was a survivor, who deserved more than what she had been given. That she deserved things like anyone else.
That she could have hi-
And it scared it was Victor who said all these things to her, talking and watching with tenderness that she had seen Gary looking at Sarah when the doctor didn't notice. It made her anxious as she tried not to think what all this meant from Victor.
Because, if it actually wouldn't mean what she secretly hoped for, and it was... All just cruel act from him... She couldn't...

"You left", she said weakly, because that he had done. Left without a warning, without a note, without anything and just left as she ran into the shower from the moment they had shared. When they realized they were the same.
And now Victor said words, confessed maybe, which would be the second cruelest thing Anna had suffered in life if not true but if said with sincerity...

Is this what love feels like? It's horrible. So overwhelming, so warm and intoxicating. Deluding senses and mind.

"...Now you're suppose to tell how amazing I am in turn", she barely heard him say, and nervousness in his voice, from the beating of her own heart. Was that vulnerability in his eyes? Why would he- She hardly could laugh to that joke, was that a joke, hands against the glass turned into fists as she hopelessly stared him with mixed emotions.
How the hell she would- He was not just fucking with her, right? If she now said something, he wouldn't start laughing and grinning?
But she wanted to say it, everything, to him. How she-

She wanted this door away so she could feel him, knowing it would calm her if she could just- He purred, deep and calmly, as he kept staring at her and she wanted to answer as she kept standing there against the glass.
"I- I-"

Getting into the hallway and walking forward with hurried steps Logan saw how Anna and Sabretooth were both leaning against the cell's door from both sides towards each other.
Sabretooth was... Purring and... Anna seemed all...
"Anna", he called for her as she was stuttering something to the other feral man.
"Fuck off runt!"
Ignoring the roar he walked right next to the woman who was like a statue, still and silent.
"Anna?"
"Y- Yeah?"
Frowning to her small voice Wolverine kept ignoring furious captive on the other side of the glass, and said.
"Need to talk with you, come on", he turned and took couple of steps, but then stopped as he didn't hear her to come.
"Anna?"
"She doesn't want to. So leave us", Sabretooth snarled, sneering and finally glancing at him, Logan glared back. Then looked again at Anna.
"Anna, I wanna talk to you. Now."
"I- It's impo- portant?"
"Yes."
"...I c- I can't."
"Why not", he growled, walking back to her, ignoring again the loudly growling and heavily glaring feral, whose breathing he could hear clearly next to him through the glass.

"Anna?"
"I'm stu- Stuck."
Dumbfound silence, before he questioned: "What?"
"I- I'm... Frozen."
Sabretooth chuckled, and Logan straightened his arm, extended his adamantium claws which sliced trough the glass like paper. Unfortunately, the bastard was fast enough to avoid the hit, and Logan pulled his claw back in. Reaching towards frozen Anna with one hand. This wasn't the first time she was frozen, though Logan didn't understand what caused it and he really wanted to talk with her now.
As he reached towards her however, he momentarily halted when Sabretooth hit the glass wall, right at the height which Wolverine's head was. The whole wall jolted with a great boom that startled Anna away from it and Logan looked at his pissed off nemesis.

"You ain't gonna touch her."

...Smirking, just a little, seeing Sabretooth getting more and more furious, Logan grabbed shaking Anna from her wrist and started half-pulling her with him out of the hallway. Which echoed with bashing sounds and yells and roars and growls as Sabretooth raged in his cell.
"Runt!"

Good. The fucker deserved everything after what he has done to everyone.