Falling for the Beast

"LMFranklin20"

Disclaimer: Left 4 Dead does not belong to me and I do not make any money off of this non-canon fiction.

Summary: Dr. Angelica Pavlov is put on the worst possible job she could get: training and socializing a feral Alpha male Hunter. When he shows an unnerving interest in her, Angelica finds herself falling for the beast.

Rating: M+ due to blood, gore, violence, language, and intensely detailed adult situations (In other words, its Infected/Survivor SEX. Don't read it if you don't like it!)

Chapter Eight: Daddy

The Hunter was crouched in the middle of the courtyard, glad to have the fresh smells of the night air. He hugs himself slightly since they've taken his covering again. It frightens him not to have it, he feels like he's defenseless without it. He peers around the courtyard for the female. A stereo can be heard above a barking dog and the drunken rambling of several men. Angelica is steppingout of the nearest building, seeming quite relieved to be outside for once. "Well, here we are," she nearly sighs, approaching with her ever present clipboard tucked under her arm. He scoots towards her, gripping her thigh and his hair hanging in his face, hiding wild darting eyes. She smiles slightly, patting the top of his hair instead of his hood, "Oh relax. It's a nice night out. You might as well enjoy being outside. We'll get your clothes back once we're done." She saunters over towards a treadmill, glad the soldiers allowed her to use their yard.

He follows after her closely, his hand fisting in the back of her pants as he gives a soft sound. She pulls her pants leg away, sighing some and then standing next to the treadmill, hoping he'll wander onto it on his own. He watches her for a moment before he paces off to the side, his posture tense and aware. "Hey wait. No, come back!" Angelica sighs, then chases after him. Behind a large plexiglass window, a boy of around nine can be seen running off with a battered stuffed frog and a shout of, "Well, you'd have to catch me for it!" A younger girl is trying to follow him but then sits down in the hallway, crying loudly. The Hunter comes to a stop a short distance away, rolling his shoulders and narrowing his eyes. He growls lowly and pounces at the window with a shriek, slamming into it. He slides down the window, rubbing his nose with a soft sound and turning back to look at Angelica. He swings back to the window, growling at the prey-pups.

The little girl wipes her nose on a dirty sleeve and looks up, looking merely curious. Angelica is quick to put a hand on the Hunter's shoulder though, trying to pull him back, "Bad." He whines lowly at her scolding but then paws at the window curiously. It doesn't budge and he pushes harder before standing and pawing repeatedly at the glass. The child stands on her tiptoes and presses her nose directly against the window, her breath fogging up one spot and her eyes wide. Angelica sighs and waves dismissively at her, "You should run along." She's ignored entirely.

The Hunter renews his efforts, whining louder and then growling, putting his shoulders into the clawing. They roll and his back muscles flex as he claws. The girl continues to stare in fascination until the little boy runs back up, still holding the toy frog by its neck, "Man, Hannah, you suck at this ga-Whoa!" He cuts off suddenly at the sight of the Hunter, running over quickly. He leans up against the window, raising a brow, "Hey lady, why do you have a Leaper in there?"

Angelica sighs, shaking her head, "Because we're doing some tests." The boy then shrugs dismissively, turning his nose up, "That's dumb." He shoves the girl again, renewing her crying and a furious look comes over the girl's face. The Hunter pauses, an inexplicable streak of protectiveness coming over him as he rears up and then roars at the little boy, slamming his hands against the glass and glaring at him. The boy squeals with fright, scrambling back and then running away in tears, dropping the stuffed frog in the process. The younger girl happily reclaims it, hugging the plush animal to her chest. "Hey," Angelica tries to scold but its ruined as she chuckles slightly. He gnashes his teeth, squatting back down and staring at the little girl for a long moment before turning away with a huff. The little girl smiles, "Funny" and then sticks the hand of her plush frog in her mouth.

Angelica chuckles again and pats on her thigh, calling her to him and leading him back towards the treadmill. He tosses his head, glaring back at the window before trotting after her. She once again takes her place next to the treadmill, staring down at it expectantly, "Up." He only stares at her blankly, smacking his lips slightly. "Alright then," Angelica mutters to herself before propping her clipboard against the controls and then patting the treads. He finally moves onto them and she abruptly starts it. He yelps in surprise, falling onto his butt and then scrambling to get back up. He ends up at the other end of the treadmill, his chin scraping the on the rolling tread before he picks himself up with a growl. She can't help giggling, "Sorry. That was sudden."

He only growls in response and eyes the rolling treadmill before jumping onto it. He stumbles a bit before he gets himself balanced and then starts trotting along, speeding up to try and reach her. She eyes the control, smiling lightly and jots down the speed and his pace. She notices him catching up and smiles as she nods, increasing the speed a bit. Every time he moves faster, she adjusts the speed and soon she finds herself smiling at him while he smirks. "Alright, you asked for it…"

His mouth turns up as she cranks up the speed and he moves into a full run, loping easily on all four's. She can't help rising to meet his challenge, "How about this then?" She turns it up to about ¾ of its full speed, watching as he moves into a quicker pace. He has his eyes fixed firmly on her, his grey skin flushing as he gains on the tread. She grins wider at him, "Oh? Think you're so fast huh?" She smirks as she pushes the treadmill to its full speed. He breaks into a full gallop and watches as Angelica takes down her notes.

She sits down confidently at the end of the treadmill, wanting to see how LONG he can keep his pace up. He focuses fully on her, putting real power into his run and starts to gain on the end of the treadmill. Angelica stands back up, her brows shooting up in surprise. The treadmill won't go any faster and he's gaining?! He grunts and pants as he shoots off the end of the treadmill, yelping in surprise when he rolls heels over head on the ground. When he comes to a stop, he has an absolutely shocked look on his face. Angelica bursts into near painful laughter, one hand tightly clenched to her knee for support, "You win, you win!" She's turned red in the face from laughter and she can't look at the Hunter without making it worse.

She leans heavily on the standing controls of the treadmill, giggling hard. He shakes himself off and growls at her, huffing. He beat the moving ground so he should get a reward now, right? He comes up behind her, his arms going around her shoulders and he buries his face against the crook of her neck, sweating slightly and panting against her sensitive skin. Angelica gasps in surprise, nearly dragged down by the Hunter's weight. She quickly rifles through her pockets for a distraction and pulls out one of the last few pepperoni sticks, "Here, here you go…"

She puffs from her laughter, a flush rising to her cheeks as he seems to contemplate the stick. He hesitates but then turns back into her neck, snatching at her hair with his teeth and tugging lightly before giving a ragged pant against her skin. She feels rather awkward but hesitantly hugs him back, reaching up to pat his head, "You like running, huh?" It's a silly question and he sniffs at her, licking her neck and finding she doesn't taste of sweat like him.

He leans back some, turning her and just holding her arms so he can examine her face. He looks her up and down, very clear in what he's doing before sitting down, dragging her with him. Angelica wriggles a little, her eyes widening. She doesn't really appreciate the solid grip on her arms and she tries to cold him, "Wait, what're you doing? No!" He keeps ahold of her, leaning forward slowly, locking his gaze with her's as he leans forward. He gently nuzzles her neck, along the vein to the dip in her collar bone, sniffing at her lightly. Angelica's skin jumps and tingles at the odd sensation of his nose and lips just barely touching her. She twists and tries weakly to push the Hunter back, but can't seem to manage the strength. Her arms are oddly limp, her tone weak and her voice quavering, "St-stop that…"

He cocks his head and nuzzles the spot again before his tongue darts out to lap at the spot. When she jumps in response, he can't help grinning wickedly at her. At the moment, she wishes she had a hand free to slap that grin right off of his face! As it is, though, she's more or less trapped. Her eyes frantically dart for the window, caught between wanting someone to come and pry him off of her and desperately hoping that no one sees this.

He purrs, plopping onto his side in the grass and pulling her close, until her head is tucked under his chin. He buries his face against her hair, curling around her and his purr resonating through his chest. Angelica blinks, almost surprised that he actually stopped at that. She squirms a little though, uncomfortable with the situation and trying to get to her feet. He cocks his head at her squirming and then figures she might want more? He rolls over, squeezing her some before releasing her in favor of supporting himself over her. He looks down at her with a little smile, purring deeply.

As soon as her arms are freed, she's scrambling out from underneath him, curling her legs against herself, "No!" It's a bit more angry than she had intended but she's flustered and doesn't know how to deal with her misbehaving Hunter. He flinches back some, tilting his head and whining in confusion. He takes a few steps towards her, whining softly and frowns when she takes a step back in response. He gives another whine and backs up, tilting his head away from her and then backs up further. He feels bad. He scared her. She…she didn't like that.

Angelica sighs deeply, frowning slightly and regretting how harsh she'd been. "Wait," she says softly, walking towards him and seemingly ready to say something more when she pauses. A spotlight flickers to life near the gate some distance away and a team of soldiers in camo bustle past the window in formation. She frowns some, "What's going on?" He glances up at the odd light, narrowing his eyes slightly. His pupils dilate as his instincts start to kick in and he growls. He shoves to his feet and hands, his shoulders hunching as he watches the Survivor light.

Not a minute later, the gate begins opening with metallic clinking and a military humvee speeds through. The gate closes back behind it and Angelica, fixated on the humvee, doesn't notice the Hunter rising behind her. "Must be back from recon," she murmurs softly as her lips turn up slightly. Her smile immediately drops though when the back of the humvee opens up and three of the soldiers and a frantic looking medic rush out. There seems to be some sort of commotion and a makeshift gurney is brought out.

One of the younger soldiers is brought out and loaded onto the gurney. Even from that distance its apparent that he's badly injured and he arcs off of the gurney, letting out a hoarse scream. Scott's excitement is nearly visible as he comes up behind Angelica, looping his fingers through the fence as he watches. He's bleeding from under his fingernails, as though they're ready to pop free and the young man's face is painted in agony. A group of Survivors is escorted out of the Humvee by one of the other men, two of them at least looking frightened and awkward. Angelica gasps when Scott suddenly snarls and she looks back up at him and then the fence. If he manages to get out during this commotion…

A high-pitched scream is heard and the young girl from earlier tears into a sprint, the stuffed frog dropping to the ground. "DADDY!" she shrieks, getting swooped up by one of the soldiers. The young soldier on the gurney abruptly turns directly towards the courtyard, and the snarling, his eyes huge, terrified, and already changing color. The Hunter jerks his head around to the panicking little girl and his mouth slowly relaxes from its snarl. He frowns some, staring at her for a moment and his expression softening into something almost like heartbreak before he turns back to the scene at the humvee.

His shoulders come back up and he snarls again, baring his teeth as a guard enters the courtyard with them, raising his tranquilizer gun. "Test's over," he mutters morosely. Angelica only nods in agreement and the Hunter is so completely fixated on the Survivors he doesn't notice the other male. "Shit," Angelica gets out weakly, her hands trembling slightly when one of the Survivors turns slightly in that direction, allowing a better glance at his face. The Hunter lets out a yelp as a needle buries itself in his back and he turns in confusion. "Josh's done, Doc," he mutters to Angelica, "The kid's turning." Angelica nods, noticeably shifting to make herself as hard to see from the outside as possible. Her gaze is turned, firmly fixed on that Survivor though, "I know."

The Hunter growls and charges the Guard, but halfway there he starts to wobble. He snarls louder before plopping down with a glower. Angelica finally turns her back to the fence, facing the door, "Let's…let's just get inside." The Guard nods, heaving the Hunter over his shoulder. As he reopens the door a loud snarl and a scream are heard from outside the courtyard, followed shortly by a single gunshot. Terrified shrieking and frantic sobbing fill the air and the Guard uses his free hand to close the door behind them.

"DADDY!"

A/N: FFFFFFFFF WHAT DID I DO TO MY OWN FEELS? ;A;

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