Chapter 11
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AN: I am back!!!!! I am so sorry about this chapter being late. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please read and review.
X-Men are not mine; I am just borrowing them to create this story. ROE is my creation.
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Logan raced his motorcycle through the barren and darkened streets of San Francisco. The lamplights were blaring as the night came alive with nightclubs and other nighttime affaires.
He had been driving around the city since he had left almost 6 hours previously. It had been strange; he had felt the wolverine in him take over as if a feeling of madness had come upon him.
As soon as he had left the apartment he began to hunt or to search, he didn't know which. Only the feeling of knowing something was out there drove him on from street to street, area to area looking yet not knowing what he was hunting or searching for.
He turned onto a side street, which led him down to the older section of San Francisco almost close to the harbour. He stopped the motorcycle just outside what seemed to be an old pub.
The building had a certain dampness to it and a salty smell that had told Logan they were near the ocean. It was rustic with age and a certain quality that told Logan only regulars or those who wanted a friendly place. It was a little different to his usual haunts but something in him told him to go in.
Logan looked at the place again, and shook his head in frustration as the animal in him tried to come awake. Perhaps this was a perfect place to drown his sorrows and maybe quiet the animal in him with a few brewed beers, at least for tonight.
Getting off of his bike, he slowly surveyed the building outside for potential threats and escape exits, a habit that he always had.
He walked into the pub and quickly drew in a breath as strange odours filled him. He knew right away that there were no more than 7-10 people, a number Logan could live with.
Sniffing the air again as the room came into view he stopped suddenly in his tracks. There was a familiar scent, faint to his senses but familiar nonetheless.
Suddenly, gripping his head in pain, an image came to him, one he had experienced before when he had collapsed in his shower from the pain. He saw a familiar face staring at him from the other side of the bed as he had just gotten in. Her posture was sexually alluring which was causing the wolverine in him to awake.
However, Roe was not scared, she actually just smiled at him and came ever so close to him and sensually began to touch him, leaving a fiery trail along his body. He moaned and began to feel his manly hood to grow thick and harden.
The animal was gaining control and it was ever so hard to keep him locked away. She continued to touch and stroke until Logan could no longer hold the wolverine at bay as the animal completely escaped and the Wolverine claimed his mate and wolverine's head exploded once more.
Wolverine saw white for a moment as the image disappeared and the explosion of pain he felt subsided and vanished. This surprised him but before he was discovered in this state he had to find a place to sit down.
He tried to take a step but he almost collapsed and passed out as the room began to spin with every step he took. Grasping the railing he waited until the feeling subsided before he began to move again.
After a few minutes, Logan felt well enough to make it to the first table he came across. Sitting down carefully he waited to be served.
A moment later a waitress came by.
"So what will it be." The waitress asked with a little touch of an Irish dialect. Her scent was one of the strange odours he had picked up when he first entered the pub. He looked at her non-committal and made his order for a beer.
She looked at him with a tiny smile, which Logan had seen many times. Also as she surveyed him he could smell her change telling him she found him attractive and wanted him. At any other time perhaps he may have gone for it.
He glanced up at her and gave a grunt as he ignored her. The waitress gave him a quizzical look and shrugged and went off to get his beer.
Within moments the waitress was back with his beer and left him. Taking a gulp of the fiery brew he looked around the pub. It certainly did have that old English feeling to it. There were three groups currently seated. In one corner looked to be a group of old regulars to the bar. In another corner was a couple talking. They seemed to be enthralled with each other, as they took no notice to anyone as they kissed deeply.
Laughter suddenly filled the otherwise quiet room. Logan tried to discern where the laughter was coming from and concluded that it came from the third group. There were three people within this group; one couple and another person that had her back to him. For no apparent reason Logan felt drawn to this group of people and instead of keeping to himself, he started to listen to their conversation using his animal hearing.
". . . . oh that was a good one Rena. Next time make sure you take a picture will you." The female opposite this Rena told her.
"You know we have to do this more often. Coming here and all. I miss us going out like we used too." The female continued to speak.
The guy next to her brought his arm around her and drew her to him in a comforting pose. "You should also bring someone along with you." The guy said as an afterthought in which the girl beside him gave him a kick to the shins. He looked at her and asked, "What did I say?"
"Richard! You don't say something like that."
Richard looked at her and gave her "I give up" look.
"It's alright Khris," A voice spoke that seemed to suddenly make Logan's head spin. "He is right in a way. I have to start meeting people instead of looking for the dream."
"From what you have told me Rena there is nothing wrong with waiting for a dream and he seems to be so perfect the way you describe him. However they are just dreams." The woman named Khris said, sighing in defeat.
"Hey but what a dream. You know it's strange. These dreams seem more then what they appear to be. They almost feel like memories to me."
At this Logan's heart began to race, as with every word this Rena uttered his life seemed to come to a halt. He knew that voice. He knew it so well that he could tell she was sad, though there was no tone change or emotional skips as she spoke.
We will meet again, my wolverine.
The words began to play over and over in his mind as Khris spoke.
"Could they be memories of a past life, that is if you believe in that sort of thing?"
"Maybe. Look I will be right back. I need to get some air."
"Of course. We will wait right here. You know it was nice to come out with you like this. It had been ages since you called."
As the woman called Rena got up, Logan followed her movements as she stood.
"Well I had to get out. A lot has been happening to me including those dreams of this man named Wolv. . . " Rena said as she turned away from the table and from across the room Logan had already been standing and waiting as if life or death was about to be chosen for him.
Rena turned from her friends and suddenly the world she was sounding fell away as she came face to face with a figure who's shape and features came to haunt her from all those sleepless nights. The figure stood not even three table lengths away from her. His rugged features, his longer styled hair and body posture made all her innards catch on fire. This man radiated a sexual familiarity in her as her body ignited in response. Her knees grew weak and her body grew almost to boiling point. He was her dream become flesh.
"Wolverine. . . !?" she whispered achingly as if not believing her eyes.
To be continued.
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AN: I am back!!!!! I am so sorry about this chapter being late. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please read and review.
X-Men are not mine; I am just borrowing them to create this story. ROE is my creation.
******************************************************************
Logan raced his motorcycle through the barren and darkened streets of San Francisco. The lamplights were blaring as the night came alive with nightclubs and other nighttime affaires.
He had been driving around the city since he had left almost 6 hours previously. It had been strange; he had felt the wolverine in him take over as if a feeling of madness had come upon him.
As soon as he had left the apartment he began to hunt or to search, he didn't know which. Only the feeling of knowing something was out there drove him on from street to street, area to area looking yet not knowing what he was hunting or searching for.
He turned onto a side street, which led him down to the older section of San Francisco almost close to the harbour. He stopped the motorcycle just outside what seemed to be an old pub.
The building had a certain dampness to it and a salty smell that had told Logan they were near the ocean. It was rustic with age and a certain quality that told Logan only regulars or those who wanted a friendly place. It was a little different to his usual haunts but something in him told him to go in.
Logan looked at the place again, and shook his head in frustration as the animal in him tried to come awake. Perhaps this was a perfect place to drown his sorrows and maybe quiet the animal in him with a few brewed beers, at least for tonight.
Getting off of his bike, he slowly surveyed the building outside for potential threats and escape exits, a habit that he always had.
He walked into the pub and quickly drew in a breath as strange odours filled him. He knew right away that there were no more than 7-10 people, a number Logan could live with.
Sniffing the air again as the room came into view he stopped suddenly in his tracks. There was a familiar scent, faint to his senses but familiar nonetheless.
Suddenly, gripping his head in pain, an image came to him, one he had experienced before when he had collapsed in his shower from the pain. He saw a familiar face staring at him from the other side of the bed as he had just gotten in. Her posture was sexually alluring which was causing the wolverine in him to awake.
However, Roe was not scared, she actually just smiled at him and came ever so close to him and sensually began to touch him, leaving a fiery trail along his body. He moaned and began to feel his manly hood to grow thick and harden.
The animal was gaining control and it was ever so hard to keep him locked away. She continued to touch and stroke until Logan could no longer hold the wolverine at bay as the animal completely escaped and the Wolverine claimed his mate and wolverine's head exploded once more.
Wolverine saw white for a moment as the image disappeared and the explosion of pain he felt subsided and vanished. This surprised him but before he was discovered in this state he had to find a place to sit down.
He tried to take a step but he almost collapsed and passed out as the room began to spin with every step he took. Grasping the railing he waited until the feeling subsided before he began to move again.
After a few minutes, Logan felt well enough to make it to the first table he came across. Sitting down carefully he waited to be served.
A moment later a waitress came by.
"So what will it be." The waitress asked with a little touch of an Irish dialect. Her scent was one of the strange odours he had picked up when he first entered the pub. He looked at her non-committal and made his order for a beer.
She looked at him with a tiny smile, which Logan had seen many times. Also as she surveyed him he could smell her change telling him she found him attractive and wanted him. At any other time perhaps he may have gone for it.
He glanced up at her and gave a grunt as he ignored her. The waitress gave him a quizzical look and shrugged and went off to get his beer.
Within moments the waitress was back with his beer and left him. Taking a gulp of the fiery brew he looked around the pub. It certainly did have that old English feeling to it. There were three groups currently seated. In one corner looked to be a group of old regulars to the bar. In another corner was a couple talking. They seemed to be enthralled with each other, as they took no notice to anyone as they kissed deeply.
Laughter suddenly filled the otherwise quiet room. Logan tried to discern where the laughter was coming from and concluded that it came from the third group. There were three people within this group; one couple and another person that had her back to him. For no apparent reason Logan felt drawn to this group of people and instead of keeping to himself, he started to listen to their conversation using his animal hearing.
". . . . oh that was a good one Rena. Next time make sure you take a picture will you." The female opposite this Rena told her.
"You know we have to do this more often. Coming here and all. I miss us going out like we used too." The female continued to speak.
The guy next to her brought his arm around her and drew her to him in a comforting pose. "You should also bring someone along with you." The guy said as an afterthought in which the girl beside him gave him a kick to the shins. He looked at her and asked, "What did I say?"
"Richard! You don't say something like that."
Richard looked at her and gave her "I give up" look.
"It's alright Khris," A voice spoke that seemed to suddenly make Logan's head spin. "He is right in a way. I have to start meeting people instead of looking for the dream."
"From what you have told me Rena there is nothing wrong with waiting for a dream and he seems to be so perfect the way you describe him. However they are just dreams." The woman named Khris said, sighing in defeat.
"Hey but what a dream. You know it's strange. These dreams seem more then what they appear to be. They almost feel like memories to me."
At this Logan's heart began to race, as with every word this Rena uttered his life seemed to come to a halt. He knew that voice. He knew it so well that he could tell she was sad, though there was no tone change or emotional skips as she spoke.
We will meet again, my wolverine.
The words began to play over and over in his mind as Khris spoke.
"Could they be memories of a past life, that is if you believe in that sort of thing?"
"Maybe. Look I will be right back. I need to get some air."
"Of course. We will wait right here. You know it was nice to come out with you like this. It had been ages since you called."
As the woman called Rena got up, Logan followed her movements as she stood.
"Well I had to get out. A lot has been happening to me including those dreams of this man named Wolv. . . " Rena said as she turned away from the table and from across the room Logan had already been standing and waiting as if life or death was about to be chosen for him.
Rena turned from her friends and suddenly the world she was sounding fell away as she came face to face with a figure who's shape and features came to haunt her from all those sleepless nights. The figure stood not even three table lengths away from her. His rugged features, his longer styled hair and body posture made all her innards catch on fire. This man radiated a sexual familiarity in her as her body ignited in response. Her knees grew weak and her body grew almost to boiling point. He was her dream become flesh.
"Wolverine. . . !?" she whispered achingly as if not believing her eyes.
To be continued.