Chapter 9

Logan walked carefully toward the figure of Adrian, who was slumped on the ground, her delicate hands still clutched tightly around the streetlight she had been holding for support. She looked almost helpless, no less attractive than before, her scent still pulling at his very soul. Yet despite the pull her bare skin held on him, he was not entirely sure it was safe to aproach.

He had never seen anything like what had just happened. The blind rage that had been stored in her eyes had rushed out, destroying everything in her path, crushing Cyclop's car, cracking the oak tree in half, and throwing Magneto back, Mystique slithering after him.

But she seemed docile now, layed out by the edge of the road, her chest rising choppily as she inhaled ragged breath. She seemed weak, helpless, and Logan had an overwhelming sense of protectiveness rip through him. The Wolverine, however, was not so trusting, keeping his distance so as not to catch what might be left of the rage that had taken over the form of Adrian.

Logan stood there for an hour or so, the Wolverine telling him to keep his distance, his humanity telling him to run forward and help the woman lying in pain in front of him. It wasn't until the golden rays of the rising sun covered everything in a pale light that he remembered Xavier and everyone else. If he didn't get back to the school soon, they'd come looking for him.

Disregarding the Wolverine, who was tearing to get back to safety, he cautiously approached the figure. Carefully, he scooped up her limp head, and the scent of her lightly tanned skin hit him full blast. The Wolverine forgot all escape attempts and ragained its raw animal lust. Logan felt disgusted with himself. Here was a woman who'd obviously just gone through something excruciatingly painful, and was now struggling even with her healing factor, and all he could think of was how attractive she was?

He placed another hand under her knees and lifted her up. One limp hand slid across his face, and the urge of lust hit him again. He tightened his chest and marched forward, only permitting the shortest of breaths. With the car crushed, they would have to use the motorcycle, which was fine with Logan.

I gave a ragged gasp as I flew awake, a horrifying dream resurfacing. I fell, or rather, something dropped me. My head hit the ground with another painful blow. I groaned, pulling myself up. I could only remember bits and parts of what I had been dreaming, but what I did remember terrified me. A darkened street, unbridled fury, the mutant called Magneto keeping me hostage, the disgusting snake like woman who was his accomplice...Logan writhing in pain. That last one hit me with a pang of immense angst running through me heart.

I groggily slid my eyes open, trying to find out if I would wake up in my apartment or the school dorm. Neither. I was on a street, lightly tainted with light that seemed...oddly familiar. Deja Vu. I turned around, this was too much Deja Vu...it couldn't have happened, it was just a dream...wasn't it?

I immediatly knew it hadn't been a dream when I saw Logan. He looked exactly how he had before, before...what did happen? I held on to a streetlamp near me. The entire thing was a haze. I could remember an attack, Logan in pain (as if I could ever forget that), a blinding fury, and then...nothing.

I groaned as a new pain shot through my arm, then my leg. I cleared my head and looked around. It definetly was where...whatever had happened happened. Then it came to me:

A hallucination.

It was just a hallucination. I'd probably wrecked another bike on the road, out of my own stupidity, cracked my head so I fell unconscious, had another horrible dream,...and that crack to my head was still affecting me, making me see things that weren't really there. It felt alot better having this explained.

I cleared the haze out of my head and looked around. A pile of mangled black car was off to the side, and a tree seemed to be slit down it's middle. Wow, my imagination was taking no limit in recreating the scene of my nightmare. I felt my legs start to shake. Apparently, my healing factor wasn't up to par or something. I couldn't get rid of this pain. One of my legs gave way, tripping up the other. I fell clumsily, but instead of falling on the blacktop road, I fell in to a pair of strong arms. I looked around, but the scent was enough to know. Logan.

His shirt was torn, and patches of dry blood were staining what was left of it. His hair had been mussed, and a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. My imagination was going into overdrive trying to recreate him. I smirked at the hallucinatory Logan, a figment of my imagination. His scent struck me once more, and I realized:

He's a hallucination. Anything I do won't affect anything. It's all in my head. The real Logan wouldn't have the faintest idea of what I had did in my own dream.

It was like the whole problem that had caused my running away in the first place was gone. I didn't have to care what Logan thought of me for wanting (or in fact doing) what my hormones had been screaming at me to do in the first place. Because this wasn't the actual Logan, just an incredibly lifelike resemblance of him, made up by my mind so I could finally be relieved of the horrible pressure I had been enduring.

I smiled a dreamy smile, my head filled with another fog. I turned around and rested against his broad chest, letting the scent that had taunted me come in titanic waves. I was wrong about the bike being Nirvana. This was Nirvana.

Logan looked at Adrian uncertainly. The Wolverine inside him was going berserk with instincts of pure sexual pleasure. But his logic was able to overcome that. What was she doing?! It seemed like she'd had absolutely no interest in him whatsoever, and all of the sudden she was acting head over heels.

His logic was dissolving though. Adrian's head was pressed firmly against his chest, her fingers slowly tracing the muscles on his arms. Her scent was the only thing he could smell, her dark brown hair brushing lightly against his face. He felt something in the pit of his stomach lurch. His self-control wasn't holding out too well. He bit his lip so hard it bled.

Adrian had pressed a kiss to his chest, and was looking up with misty green eyes. There were more in those eyes than he had ever seen before.

She's delirious.

She's in love.

She doesn't know what she's doing.

She's in love.

She'll regret this in the morning.

She's in love.

He looked down into her misty green eyes. They were clouded with a thousand incomprehensible emotions. Carefully, he lifted up her delicate chin.

And pressed his lips to hers.

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