The starlight centered on her and at that moment it reminded him of when he concocted a plan that included the specter in front of him.
"Yer awake 'Tooth," she yelled towards him, he scowled as his stomach grumbled. He clutched his stomach. Growling at her, he went off in search of prey.
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The hunger made him angry. He hadn't killed anything for a day; this made his claws twitch a little. The first thing he'd see, he'd kill.
A paw slapped him on the side of his face, knocking him down a little. He growled as he tackled the being to the ground and started slicing away. Blood splattered across his face as each slash made his smile grow bigger.
He looked down; a bloody mess lay before him. He sniffed a little -- it used to be a bear -- a young male. He didn't waste time on details as he took out anything type of flesh from the body and ate it.
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The bloodlust in his eyes were replaced with satisfaction. Wobbly, he walked back to the cavern. Only a couple more steps before she'd be into view. He looked through the corner of his eyes. She stayed in the same position looking at the stars.
He wiped his bloodstained mouth as he went in the cavern and leaned against the wall. He gave out a content sigh and patted his stomach.
"Is the little kitty full?" she appeared right in front of him, talking down to him like a child. He growled at her.
"Alright, Alright, I getcha," she gave him a thumbs up and sat opposite of him. She leaned against the wall and pouted.
The look that he liked. He couldn't help but stare at her as he remembered the fake version tried to pout, but he slapped her for doing such a horrible job.
"What are ya lookin' at 'Tooth," he made her a little nervous. Good, now is a perfect time to see her horrified look at the truth. The last time he was awake, she mocked him with her acting ability. He'd tell her the truth -- straight and open -- to see the scars he could make.
"Back in L.A. ya did a look like that kid," he started out making sure that he got all of the kids attention, "A couple years ago, I was assigned ta kill this director -- he was cheatin' on his wife."
"So you were --" she tried to interrupted.
"Don't interrupt Uncle Vic when he's tellin' his story," he shook her off with his finger and she became silent -- he continued, "I went ta check out the area, sleazy little place where he'd been 'directin'," he quoted as he saw her eyes divert his gaze.
"What a pleasant surprise I got when I went in and saw ya in there, I'd be able ta kill the bastard and ya at the same time," he popped out his claws for emphasis, "I couldn't wait to slice both yer necks off."
He saw her shiver a little, he smirked a little, "Good thing I waited 'cause when he ordered ya ta take yer clothes off, ya yelled at him ya wouldn't, an' ya didn't see him come over and ripped yer shirt off."
He laughed at the memory, she -- apparently -- didn't think it was funny, "Ya weren't the kid that I fought all those years ago, ya gained somethin' on yer chest last time a saw you, ya cried as ya ran out of the studio -- ya didn't even see me."
He got up and sat right next ta her, she scooted over a little, but he didn't mind, "Ya looked really slutty, that turned me on," he heard her sneer as he had a evil grin plastered on his face, "but I had a job ta do, the director had no chance, I went ta search fer you, but that's when the rain happened."
He gave out a fake sigh, "Sure I had connections, ya were livin' with that purple freak, I coulda taken ya then but I decided ta wait -- last time I killed Amiko in front of him and I got this glow that ain't nobody gave me before," then he smiled as he got a little closer to the apparition, "think what'd to do if I destroy his kid's honey pot in front of him ."
He rubbed his hands together, still caked with blood, "I wanted yer 'Wolvie' ta see ya dragged off so I can taste and break that ol' honey pot of yers then kill ya," that was the plan. He recollected the meticulous planning and timing he put into this venture. He followed them to Canada and when the kid was alone he'd jump down, she'd block, he'd knock her out -- then the runt would come out and try to save her, the trap would get the runt and he'd make her scream in desire and pain; yet she didn't block. At the time he didn't care, killing her and doing her were the same difference to him, because in the end he'd hurt Logan.
Her laughter broke his concentration, "What's so funny Jubilee," he called her kid just to annoy her, but now her name would do more damage -- or at least he thought.
"So that girl ya were bangin'," she continued to laugh, but he just grimaced.
"Just practice," he tried to regain his composure, but she was still laughing.
"Gee, ain't that pathetic," her laughing died down and her words hit him like someone punched him in the gut, "ya spend yer life tryin' ta get back at Wolvie and try ta hurt the ones that he loves -- but ya end up empty handed."
"What makes ya so sure that I'm -- " he bluffed but her she turned to face him with a cold stare that shut him up.
"All the plannin' gave it away, why dontcha get a hobby like furniture building or seomthing," She got up, "One point fer me, negative points fer you furball."
Once again, she stole another pleasure from him, "I hate you Jubilee," he roared out slamming his fist into the side of the cavern, rocks poured down like rain.
"Oh this isn't Dawson's Creek, keep yer teenage angst ta yerself" she asked him as she got out of his sight. He didn't care why she wanted to die anymore, he'd find a way to get her out of his life -- end of story.