Chapter 11
A scent wafted across her sensitive nose, only momentarily, but enough to make her pull up and stop. Her claws dug into the ground and she skidded a good 100m meters or so before she halted her progress and gravity brought her head back to reality. Azira scrambled up quickly and shook herself quickly before trotting back the way she came, nose in the after and small nostrils flaring, catching the scent once more and following it eagerly.
What ever made her do such a thing? Why was it so interesting to her?
Delicate paws trotted through the first alleyway and her skull tilted upwards, eyes now locked with a pair of lush chocolate brown ones, flickering with a pink-purple fire. Azira gasped and her hind dipped as she took a step back. For some reason, she felt like melting under his, quite literally, smouldering gaze.
The male in question was wearing a nicely fitting leather jacket and a smart dark violet shirt and was holding a trilby lightly in his left hand. Azira eyes were drawn to where his trilby was placed and then back to the strangers face. He had a charming pair of eyes, his lips her lush but not to plump and full of colour. His face was rough yet angelic and he held the look of someone who knew how to look after himself.
Azira blinked once, expecting him to have disappeared, but no, he was still there and still looking pointedly at her. She mrowled up at him, getting a smirk from him.
Lowering her aching skull and shaking her head slowly, Azira transformed into her normal human self and looked up again, flicking hr auburn tresses from her features. She called up to him softly.
"Are you going to come down, or should I come up?" she called playfully.
"Ma cherie, there is no need for you to inconvenience yourself," he purred. "I shall come down and we may sort out our....how would you say....differences."
Azira stepped back warily as he flung himself over the fire escape barrier and landed a few footfalls in front of her. He straightened up gracefully. For a while, they just looked at each other for a while, indecisive of what to do with each other. Azira moved around and the other male did the same. They circled each other slowly, eyes locked with each others. Azira had no idea why she lunged at him, maybe to get closer to him, to tackle and fell him? No idea.
She growled and lunged forcefully at him and went for his throat. Almost at once, she felt hands on her wrists, spinning her around and then slamming her back into something hard but sculpted. His chest and body. She was pressed snugly into him, moulding against him. Azira snarled and struggled against his powerful hold but calmed as he tightened his hold and hushed her with a soothing voice. He had a strong accent but a voice that could make any female melt.
"Shh, easy ma cherie. I'm not going to hurt you." he purred into her ear.
Azira gritted her teeth, but it didn't stop the moan from escaping and her head arched back onto one of his shoulders. It was as firm as his chest. She whimpered and shuddered against his hold, her legs giving way somewhat.
"Who are you?" she murmured softly, her voice sounding hollow and small in the empty alleyway. She mental snarled at this, she wasn't used to being insignificant, even when Victors massive bulk was covering her. Her yowls of pain and pleasure matched his when she was with him, why did her voice leave her now with this man? So many questions, so little time. She whimpered again as his legs nudged between her thighs to steady her. She hated her body for letting him do this to her, turn her own senses against her. His long hair brushed against her neck and his breath trickled through his parted lips, ending cool and soothing on her shoulders and sliding down her body.
"My name, is Remy LeBeau." he replied in that silky voice of his. Azira gulped softly and then another soft whimper escaped her as she felt his arms slipping from around her body. Turning her head to the left slightly, she witnessed the flame leave his beautiful orbs, his lips twisted upwards in a comforting smile and he stepped away from her.
Azira turned on her own heel to look at him, her eyes narrowed and hooded, mouth with a neutral expression and her posture was one of a wary hunter, but her voice was guarded yet friendly.
"Remy LeBeau. I'm known as Captain Azira Paynn. Many know me as, Phantom." she returned, her voice low, contrasting with his care-free, accented tones. Her hair hung around her like a mane and her muscles flowed.
Remy blinked slowly and regarded her from under hooded eyes, taking in her stance and her mannerisms. He flicked his handsome features upwards and then levelled them again, his statement flowed freely and seemed to relax her since she straightened up.
"It is a pleasure to know you, Azira. Many know myself as Gambit." A smirk as he regarded the smooth motions of the spitfire in front of him.
Azira growled and regarded him coolly. The darkness around them was only lit by the mist and the streetlights, they could not see each other full, this only heightened each others mistrust of each other. Again she let out a husky growl that was countered with a raised eyebrow.
The silence was growing, almost deafening and the sound of Azira shifting on the harsh cobbles almost made both of them jump. She swallowed.
"I'm sorry for attacking you. I don't know what came over me." her voice softened at the end and she looked down and then back up at him. His smile had broadened but the calm arrogance had not left his eyes, but there was something else there as well. He was trying to figure her out.
"You were with Victor, and that only says you're working for Team X. Under Stryker's orders." he rumbled. Azira's eyes snapped to his face. There was no point in denying it any longer.
"You're right. I'm the Captain of Weaponry and Strategies." she informed him, backing away towards the exit of the alleyway, in-case he decided to fight. His eyes had lit up again. She lowered her head but kept her gaze on him, keeping him in the line of view, her flame tresses flicking in the coarse wind.
"What do you plan to do about it, Cajun?" she challenged in a low voice.
He changed position instantly, his nose wrinkling and teeth bared somewhat. He crouched and then jumped, up and backwards, flipping back onto his staircase.
Azira snarled and morphed in a tiger and leapt up after him, claws extended and teeth bared. She reached the banister and roared in pain as the tip of his staff drove into her shoulder. Lashing out, she scored across his chest and tumbled backwards, landing on her feet neatly and charging back up at a different angle.
Gambit countered her next pounce by holding his staff across his body and pushing backwards. Azira hit it with some force and bounced off, landing with paw toes splayed and teeth bared. The cause of the fight was unknown. They were both just getting rid of tension.
her large head followed him as he flipped and bounded up to the roofs of the buildings, glancing back, quickly and then disappearing. A challenge.
She took it with a roar and morphed into a Leopard. They had speed and superior agility.
Bounding up the walls and using her element of speed she cleared the top of the roof like it was jump and came crashing down on Gambit, teeth locked into his staff which glowed with kinetic energy.
He growled in her face and span the staff, flipping her round and round before landing a kick to her side and sent her skidding across the roof. She got up again almost immediately and speed after him, ramming into him and biting down and his wrist. She would have broken it if she hadn't been stabbed through the paw and pinned to the roof top.
Gambit quickly kicked her in the jaw and then side kicked her in the chest. This time, Azira didn't get up that quickly.
They circled each other and Azira spoke. Blood bubbled in her throat and trickled from her jaws, her paw was mangled and there was a puncture hole in her shoulder cleft. Blood and fluids came from that as well, mixing on the floor.
"LeBeau, you fight well. It's a shame we cannot become allies." she rasped at him, transforming back into a human and wiping the blood away and holding her arm and then letting go of it again.
"But lovers are something we can become." he countered smoothly stalking towards her. Azira snarled at the male coming towards her, she snapped once and charged at him. He met her with the staff and span her round again. Catching her in mind air and holding her tightly, lips inches from her. He growled low in his throat.
"I am Victors." she ground out at him. This only made his smile broaden.
"You may be ours both." he replied. "You are his play thing, Creed is only out for sex and blood. I'm out for that and more." he replied.
Azira growled and struggled from his grip. Twisting free and standing to face him. he head down but eyes up, a sneer on her face.
His was neutral and calm. Her sneer dropped and she backed away from him. His last words would dictate her movements and actions for a few months coming and rang in her ears as she turned into a black house cat and disappeared from view.
"Remember, Captain. Lovers."
