AN: okay one more chapter after this because I had to split those chapters up lol :-p I've listened to this song from the movie Django Unchained like 50 times while writing this chapter lol:
Who did that to you – John Legend
"Your wife is in here mister Creed" the man in the long white coat pointed at the door "She's alright. You can go and see her in a minute. But allow me to explain to you her condition first".
"What do you mean her condition?" Victor Creed angrily replied "You said she was fine, she has a fucking healing factor for Christ sake. It was just a stab wound!".
The doctor, a mite smaller than the big feral mutant in front of him, was quite intimidated.
He held up his hand the calm the feral mutant down "She is fine and you may take her home tonight. Thanks to her mutation she has no injuries and she has completely healed. However… unfortunately… the fetus did not survive".
His heart skipped a beat and for a second Victor forgot how to breathe until he came to the realization of what had happened: she was carrying their cub. And it had been murdered.
"The child she was carrying, couldn't possibly have developed a healing factor yet" the doctor continued his explanation "And so it did not survive the stabbing incident. I am very sorry for your loss mister Creed. If you have any further questions-".
Victor wasn't listening anymore. His heart was racing like mad as he opened up the door to the hospital room. His little wolf was sitting on the bed side with her back turned towards him, staring out of the window. Fully dressed in clean clothes. But still holding the blooded dress tightly in her hands.
He didn't know what to say. He was raging on the inside and at the same time he felt terribly lost. This was not familiar territory at all. He wanted to know how long she'd known about the pregnancy. He wanted to know if she was going to tell him. Then there was a part of him who wanted to yell at her for not choosing him as a mate. For if she had, he would've known the second she was in danger. Then he might've known, he might've been able to prevent it all. And then there was the most frustrating part of him who wanted to comfort her. And he had no fucking clue how.
Well, there was this one lesson Jimmy once taught him: "If your woman's upset, there's only one rule: Don't say no stupid shit. So in your case, just shut the fuck up".
He walked around the bed and slowly took the blooded cloth from her hands. "Little wolf" he whispered as he slowly caressed her face, removing a few strands of hair behind her ear. She slowly looked up at him, her lips twitching, her eyes blank.
He didn't know what to say.
She didn't know what to say.
And so Victor just stood in front of her and put his arms around here, gently pressing her face against his chest. "Let's go home" he finally said.
"How long did you know?".
There was no blame in his question. He simply wanted to know.
After they came home she had gone straight to bed. Victor shortly explained the situation to Bridget and decided to call it a night. Liekos was asleep but his parents were not.
She was lying with her back towards him "I didn't know for sure. I had a doctor's appointment tomorrow. The signs were all there".
"Were you going to tell me?".
She scoffed "I wasn't going to be able to hide it Victor".
"But you could've told me".
"I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it" she replied in the same cold tone "It's all going a little too fast".
He growled internally. He did not share her opinion. It was going too slow for his liking.
"Did you want it?" he blatantly asked her as he stared at the ceiling "Did you want to have this cub?".
"Yes" she whispered "I did".
"Well so did I" he replied.
They remained quiet for a while. Until Victor decided he had enough of this distance so he moved to her side and pulled her back against his chest.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Well, according to you, I am making spoons" he answered as he pressed his lips to the back of her head.
She smiled a little, feelings of content washing over her even in this dreadful moment. Somehow he managed to make her feel a little better just by holding her.
Ylva turned around to face him "Victor, you have another son".
"I know" he spoke coldly as he broke eye contact.
She hesitated for a moment "Were you going to tell me about him?".
"No".
"Will you tell me about him now?".
He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and sighed "Graydon Creed, as he calls himself since I never gave him that name, is a child born from an experiment. I am not proud of this Ylva. But it is what it is".
"What do you mean by 'an experiment'?" she asked.
"Decades ago, Mystique and I decided that if we would combine our DNA, we might be able to create one of the strongest mutants ever. It was a fucked up and dumb ass idea. We had no knowledge of genealogy. We just figured, two class 5 mutants… what could go wrong?".
She frowned a little "So what went wrong?".
"He was not a mutant. And I had no interest in raising a family back then. Especially not with Mystique. We just wanted to create some sort of almighty mutant. It's no excuse but we were drunk as fuck when we came up with it".
"So what did you do when he was born?".
"Turned my back on it. Went on with my life and Myst put the kid up for adoption. Years later he found out why we gave him up and he started this mutant hate organization called 'Friends of Humanity'. His main goal was to get to me. But I had no weaknesses. I had nothing to lose. Until now. I should've killed him back then".
Ylva wanted to feel bad for this Graydon Creed. But she felt nothing.
"It doesn't matter anymore" Victor growled "He's a dead man now".
Ylva's eyes flew up to meet his dark raging eyes "Victor" she gasped "You cannot kill your own son".
He didn't answer her. He looked away and kissed her head as he slowly caressed her back.
"Go to sleep little wolf".
He hadn't even bothered tying him up. Graydon was no match. One simple punch to the face was enough for him sit down and listen as Victor slowly paced around the motel room, eyeing his prey wickedly.
The big feral man took of his coat, threw it over a chair as he rolled up the sleeves of his button up shirt. He walked over to a small cabinet and poured himself some of Graydon's whiskey.
"Tell me something Graydon" Victor said as he took a big gulp of whiskey "How did you find us?".
Graydon carefully eyed the big man pacing around from one side of the room to the other "You were careless" he replied.
"And how's that?" Victor asked in return.
"For years you've never registered yourself anywhere. I never stopped looking for you though. Never stopped looking for something to hurt you with. And then suddenly you were registered when you paid off the mortgage on that whore's house and-"
He was instantly interrupted by another punch to the face. Without saying a word, Victor made it clear he didn't appreciate that kind of language when it came to his mate.
Graydon sat up straight and continued his story "And then I found out you'd been living there for the last two months. So I figured there must be something there for you".
Victor emptied the glass of whiskey in one swallow and slammed the glass down on the cabinet. He cocked his head to one side and grinned wickedly at Graydon "You stabbed my mate" he slowly spoke in a hushed tone.
"Did she die?" Graydon asked evilly.
Victor simply chuckled as he continued to pace around Graydon "You couldn't kill her if you had the US military with you boy".
Graydon snorted "Cuz she's like you. Filthy mutant scum".
"Not just like me. Exactly like me. Feral mutant. Just like our son" he said as he cocked his head to the other side.
Graydon's face changed significantly.
"Oh, I never told you that?" Victor continued "Well, I guess the birth announcement card got lost in the mail".
Graydon's face twisted into an angry glare "So your bitch is still alive and kicking, why are you here?"
Victor let his talons grow and laughed in his face "Well, to kill you of course. For the simple fact that the idea of hurting my mate popped up in that tiny brain of yours".
He decided he wouldn't tell Graydon about the cub they'd lost. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Graydon would simply die with the idea that Victor had a wife and a son and that more cubs would be welcome.
"But don't worry. I think I'm gonna make it quick" Victor said as he flashed his canines.
Graydon coughed and wiped away some blood "What happened to your motto? Hm? Why go for the kill of you can go for the pain?".
Victor chuckled darkly "I would gladly spend the entire night letting my wrath come down on you. And you would still be alive to see another day of my revenge. But I have other priorities boy. And you ain't one of them. Never were".
Graydon just sat there, eyeing Victor frightfully but enraged at the same time. As soon as he´d stabbed the blade into her stomach he knew: he wouldn't live to see the next day.
"Let me tell you something else about her" Victor continued "She's real decent you know. Not anything like you or me. But real decent. I'll tell you the story of how we met. And you should be honored, I don't go around telling people this".
"I don't give a shit how you met that whore!" Graydon spat out.
Big mistake.
As soon as the words had left his mouth, Victor's fist landed on his face again.
"But you're gonna listen anyway, because I can make this night go one forever or I can make it quick and clean".
Graydon inhaled deeply and spat out some blood.
"So, where were we…" Victor went on casually "Ah yes, I met her when I abducted her. It's actually quite funny" he chuckled at the memory of how he'd taken her as a captive "She has some crazy strong powers which I needed. So I took her, because I wanted to. Treated her pretty bad I have to admit. And she helped me. Out of her own free will. You see, I underestimated her back then. She could've quite easily escaped her captivity. But she didn't. Because she chose to help me even though I was… well… I was who I was and who I still am today".
"So you found some bitch who's as crazy as you are. Why the fuck are you telling me?" Gradyon hissed, still wiping the blood from his face.
Victor halted in his tracks and stared Graydon in the eyes "Because I need you to know that you're not the only one in trouble here boy. You see, when I get home in about an hour, and trust me we will be done by then, I'm in some deep shit. Because she sort of asked me not to kill you. Told me I couldn't kill my own son" Victor explained, a wicked grin appearing on his face once more.
"So if you love her so goddamn much, why don't you do as she says? Why not let me go? I didn't hurt her. She healed perfectly fine!" Graydon tried to reason.
Victor narrowed his eyes "Because no matter how much I adore her" he said darkly as he moved in on Graydon "I still do whatever the fuck I want".