After breakfast, she sat on the couch. Her eyes watching me, but never saying a word. She looked lovely today, deciding on a long sweater and pair of leggins, but hell she looked good in anything. Lovely, did describe her today though, even if it was foreign to my vocabulary. The sweater was yellow, making the green of her eyes stand out that much more, but making her skin glow.

I jumped over, landing flat on the couch, my head in her lap. "So tell me what's going on in that head of yers?"

She looked at me, cocking a brow. "Not a whole lot." I laughed reaching up to tug her braid around to play with it.

"What ya missing the mansion and all the kiddies?" I grunted.

She tilted her head watching me twirl her braid, "Hardly." I left it alone, content just to be near her. "What about you?"

She was asking about me, my heart swelled. Was she bored though? Or was she really interested? I sighed, "Thinkin' I've never done this romance thing before." Least I was honest.

Her eyes widened, "Never?"

"Never, 'Pussycat'." I confirmed, dropping her braid and putting my arms around her. I lay my head against her lap and closed my eyes.

"Why not?" Such a simple question, but it sent feelings through me I really didn't care for. He'd said talk to her, try to make it work, forever.

"Wasn't anyone I wanted to impress before." I felt her hand run through my hair and purred. So, this is what talking got ya. "My mother died when I was born, dad hated me, brother left me, anybody else was just a casual aquantince."

I could hear her sharp intake of breath, but her hands continued their pleasant motions so I refused to move. "What about women? I know you've had your share, your old enough to have that and more."

I tightened my grip around her, "Growing up they thought I was an animal, so I learned to take what I wanted. Times have changed a little, but I haven't." Yeah, women liked the bad boy now, but the violence was too deep to change for them. Most never made it after the first fuck. "I've never had a woman very long, don't know what to do with ya."

She sighed, relaxing back into the couch. "What do you mean they thought you were an animal? We kind of are Victor..."

I shrugged, there was no venom to her words as there would've been to anyone elses. "I was born a long time ago. The government screwed with a lot of my memories, but I recall people I worked for giving me scraps, women spitting at me, or hell some just flat out ran screamin'. There wasn't many words for people like me then, except for demon or freak."

She moved her hand, it casually stroked my shoulders and I wanted to curl up into the little vixen right then. She could've asked me for my heart on a platter and I'd have tore into my ribs to fetch the sonofabitch for her. "I knew you were old, but how old?"
"Dunno." I leaned up a little to watch her. "Does it bother you?"

She cocked her head, "No, Victor. Your age doesn't bother me." I leaned up barely brushing my lips to hers. Just to try it, I just wanted to try what so many swore by. I didn't push, but pressed into the softness. She didn't flinch, she didn't pull away, her eyes just watched me. "Tell me more." She said as I pulled away.

I laid back in her lap, "Like what?"

"I don't know, I've heard all the stories, but I just wanted to hear your side." she admitted. I sighed, pulling myself from her lap to sit up. Weren't any safe subjects there.

"They're pretty much true, 'Kitten'. I ain't no saint." It came out more gruff than I intended, but she smiled and grabbed my hand.

"Then tell me what you want."

What the fuck could I tell her? Most of the things I remembered were people I'd killed or people that tried to kill me? I mean what the fuck did one tell a woman? "I been shot, stabbed, burnt, drowned, blown up, beaten, poisoned, hell damn near everything yer mind can come up with and I'm still here."

She cocked a brow, "I was told Logan was like you?"

I snorted, but didn't pull my hand from her. "Kinda, we're both pretty old."

She looked away from me, "Your good with numbers." It wasn't a question and I was confused, but wasn't going to ask. I waited hoping she'd explain, but she seemed content to watch the fire. "You like to read when no ones watching. You like to people watch and wonder what it would be like to be normal. You don't trust anyone, even me. You take what you want and don't concern yourself with the welfare of anyone else." Her green eyes looked to me then, narrowing. "Does that about sum you up?" I tried to yank my hand away, but she held it tight.

"What the fuck ye know?" I shouted, pulling at my hand. She didn't even flinch, I stopped, watching her carefully. "Been hidin' a few things there yerself, 'Kitten'?" I spat out.

"I dream Victor." She smiled, and it was pure predator. "Care to know what I dream about?" The look in her eyes, the glint of light off her sharp canines, I fucking already knew.

I growled, "How come ye never told anyone?"

"What would I have said Victor? I saw the little chinese chick you raped last night in my dream, I figured that would've went over real well with Logan. Yeah, you think he could've rocked me back to sleep after that?"

I shut my eyes and leaned back into the couch. "I didn't know."

"Of course, you didn't Victor. You weren't there." She stated it as an emotionless fact, and I felt my stomach clinch that much tighter.

"I came every year!" I exploded at her, her hand tightened against mine and I felt the bones starting to move.

"Yes, because I called you. You came, when the burning sensation got to be so bad you couldn't just ignore me. Very good Victor, thank you so much." Her voice mocked me and I was done.

I pounced across the couch, pinning her beneath me, but she still hadn't loosened her hold on my hand. Between my teeth I gritted out, "I don't know who the fuck you think your talkin' too, but yer not gonna speak to me like that. I came every year, I spent time with ya, and when I had too I called."

She grinned, and it was my only warning. Quickly, she'd pushed me off into the floor. Her hand moving my arm up against my chest, her other hand at my throat, her legs pinning my chest and other arm down. "I'm talking to my mate and he's not taking the hint. You didn't want me, I understand that. Now, I don't want you. I don't want you between my legs, I don't want you trying to 'romance' me, as you put it, and I don't want you bothering me."

The bitch had me pinned, I wanted to reach up and tear her fucking throat out, but she had me fucking pinned. She had skills that rivaled my own, the only reason she'd pinned me was because I didn't want to hurt her. She thought I didn't want her that I'd left her, abandoned her.

"Catherina." I whispered. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't move. "Catherina, I want ya. I ain't never wanted something so bad, but I do you. I wanted ya taken care of and I couldn't do it. I didn't want ya endin' up like me."

She growled, "Why not? If I'm to be your mate, why not be like you? Isn't that what you dreamed of a hunter like you? Does it turn you on thinking of me ripping out innocent people's throats? Do you think of me like the other women you had? Do you like it because you can rip me to shreds and I'll still be around to play with of the morning?"

I sighed. My animal was going wild, but the man in me was flinching with every word. "I want you as you are Catherina." I purred softly and felt her body tense. "I'm trying with ya, don't that at least say something?"

She bent down in my face, a sad smile with soft eyes, "What if its too late?"

I shook my head, "We got a long time, its never too late."

She moved then, releasing me from her hold. "I'm going to lay down. Alone." She moved through the house and slammed the bedroom door.

I sat up, rubbing my hands together. The blood flow finally returning through my fingers. I should beat her, but that thought made me shiver. Too much like something my old man would've done. Go to her, nah something like that pussy 'Runt' would do. I shrugged, moving to the couch. She'd come out on her own. Fuck talking, that hadn't fuckin' helped.