All cats are gray in the dark
by ladymaja
Summary: Kitty (22 yo) is spending her summer vacation in Canada at Logan's cottage when suddenly she gets attacked and captured. In order to escape she's gonna need to take a helping hand from a killer.
Chapter Eleven: Wake up Victor!
Kitty woke up naked on an autopsy table.
"A nightmare. This is a nightmare." she says. She's shaking because she's cold and terrified. It takes her a couple of minutes to remember what happened.
She touches her chest. I was stabbed. I remember. I died! And I came back. But how? - she thinks. The wound is gone. Not even a scar remained. Wounds don't just disappear. Unless. . .
"Victor!" she says under her breath. Right. He gave me his blood. Is it possible that it's still in my system?
She looks at her chest again. Oh crap! I'm naked!
She gets off the table and looks around the room. All she finds are some blue scrub suits. She pulls on the pants and the shirt. They're a little baggy and she finds it annoying that she's not wearing any underwear plus she's barefoot, but it's more than nothing.
She silently phases her head through the door. There's none there, so she slips through the door. She decides to check out if Victor's there somewhere too. Not like she would have much chance to get out of there wearing only scrubs while there's freezing out there.
Victor's lying on the ground. He's exhausted and bloody, though all his wounds healed by now.
He can't stop thinking. All the things that happened in these few days. . . He's thinking about the Runt. . . Jimmy. They grew up together. He was his family. Then he hated him for decades.
He was the one who made the mistake, not Jimmy. He can see that now. But maybe it's too late to change things between them. They're never gonna be like a family again. He knows how their relationship was before. But Jimmy doesn't remember. All he knows is that there's some connection between them and that they were enemies. He doesn't know that that's not how it always has been. Christ, he thinks they always have been mortal enemies!
Hah, mortal enemies! If Victor really wanted him dead he'd already be dead! It's just. . . brotherly feud. . . as the Kitten called it.
Pretty little Kitty. . . She was so. . . cute! He usually hates this characteristic. But it didn't bother him about her. She was beautiful, and smart, and strong.
He remembers the time they escaped from here the first time. When she was fighting the guards. And when she dared to let him free. That was the first time she impressed him. The first of many.
He starts to weep slightly. God! I don't believe I'm crying! He wipes the tears off with his hand and falls into an anxious sleep.
A couple minutes later he wakes up when someone tosses him.
"Victor!" it's her voice. I must be still dreaming. - he thinks. But then he gets tossed again a little harder.
"Victor! Please, wake up!" his eyes spring open.
"Kitty?" he turns around. And there she is. She's fine. She's alive, and she smiles at him.
"Are you okay? You're covered in blood!" she says right before he jumps at her and hugs her. She's so surprised she doesn't know how to react. He's squeezing her tight and he nuzzles up to her hair breathing her in.
"God! I thought you were dead!" he says and she's not sure but he's voice was so. . . was he crying?
"Oh, yeah. Seems so your blood is still working in me."
"What?" he asks. Right, he almost forgot that. How could I forget that! God, I'm an idiot! - he thought.
"Get up now, Victor! We need to get out of here!"
I know, I know. It took a little too long to upload again. Sorry about that ^_^'
But I've got 2 new chapters for you this time! And I'm already working on the next one!
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