"Please don't leave me, Logan," he heard, barely a whisper but more than enough for his sensitive ears.
He turned back to the tree, feeling quite like someone's hand was firmly wrapped around his heart and was forcibly guiding him. "Baby, I have to go. I think we both know that I have to go."
He shut his eyes, a wave of nausea rolling over him. 'How do normal people get through it all?' he wondered for the umpteenth time in his life. His heart was beating a thousand times a minute; his breathing was short. He could feel what felt like a white light at the base of his skull, so comfortable and easy. So easy to let go.
His eyes snapped open and he regained control. Funny how people thought that he was succumbing to violence or losing a fight when the beast took him. No, he was succumbing to the part of him that was not him. It was easy. It seduced him. All he had to do was relax.
But not this time. Letting go in a situation like this would only mean one thing, which would not be a good thing for Marie, or for himself once the rest of them got a hold of him, that was for sure.
Marie dropped out of the tree in front of him with cat-like grace. 'Where had she learned to do that?' he wondered, unable to keep himself from appreciating her lithe curves. Not good for the control, of course. He gulped a breath of air, pushing his instincts down.
"Logan, I'm sorry. I had no right to treat you like that. It won't happen again. Just please... please don't leave me."
Had he heard her correctly? *She* was apologizing? What a twisted world. Someone had screwed with her head big time, and he was afraid that that someone was him. There she was, staring at him and chewing on her lip like she did when she was nervous. She wasn't safe with him around.
"Please?" she pleaded, her big saucer-like eyes filling anew with tears. It took a moment to realize that she was asking him a question. How in the hell could he tell her no? Maybe he could just delay it and then sneak out when she wasn't looking.
"Alright, I'll stay for a bit. For you, Marie."
He turned back to the tree, feeling quite like someone's hand was firmly wrapped around his heart and was forcibly guiding him. "Baby, I have to go. I think we both know that I have to go."
He shut his eyes, a wave of nausea rolling over him. 'How do normal people get through it all?' he wondered for the umpteenth time in his life. His heart was beating a thousand times a minute; his breathing was short. He could feel what felt like a white light at the base of his skull, so comfortable and easy. So easy to let go.
His eyes snapped open and he regained control. Funny how people thought that he was succumbing to violence or losing a fight when the beast took him. No, he was succumbing to the part of him that was not him. It was easy. It seduced him. All he had to do was relax.
But not this time. Letting go in a situation like this would only mean one thing, which would not be a good thing for Marie, or for himself once the rest of them got a hold of him, that was for sure.
Marie dropped out of the tree in front of him with cat-like grace. 'Where had she learned to do that?' he wondered, unable to keep himself from appreciating her lithe curves. Not good for the control, of course. He gulped a breath of air, pushing his instincts down.
"Logan, I'm sorry. I had no right to treat you like that. It won't happen again. Just please... please don't leave me."
Had he heard her correctly? *She* was apologizing? What a twisted world. Someone had screwed with her head big time, and he was afraid that that someone was him. There she was, staring at him and chewing on her lip like she did when she was nervous. She wasn't safe with him around.
"Please?" she pleaded, her big saucer-like eyes filling anew with tears. It took a moment to realize that she was asking him a question. How in the hell could he tell her no? Maybe he could just delay it and then sneak out when she wasn't looking.
"Alright, I'll stay for a bit. For you, Marie."