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 Twelve: Sick Blood
The sun is mostly set in the courtyard, only a few rays peeking over the horizon and a bird flies by loudly overhead. Angelica sighs with pleasure, looking upwards and enjoying being out in the fresh air. She stretches and then turns, eyeing first the Hunter and then the exercise equipment they're allowed to use. "Well, I suppose we should get started," she smiles at him fondly. He's sniffing around but pauses to turn and look at her with a bit of awe evident on his face. He rumbles at the way the sun lights up her hair like fire before watching her work at the equipment. She hums some, pressing a finger to her mouth thoughtfully and her ever-present clipboard tucked under her arm.
She rubs the back of her head, "Well…Hmm…" She's not entirely sure how to use most of it herself and she experimentally pulls on a lever, stumbling when she finds that its quite a bit of weight for her. "Well, I…suppose that's working then," she says matter-of-factly, brushing herself off. He snickers at her before trotting over, sniffing at the lever and then yanking hard on it. The machine nearly tips over and Angelica dances back before smirking at him, "Well, of course that wasn't much of a challenge. How about…" She makes him drop the lever and then adjusts the machine so he has to take on all the weights.
He waits and then his brows jump up when she snaps her fingers, as though calling him to attention, "Well? Come on then." He snorts some but sniffs at the lever and then grabs it, pulling hard. He grunts slightly but manages to get it up, switching to an over-the-shoulder grip. After a moment, he drops the weight and looks to her, fully expecting a treat for doing it right. She huffs some, raising a brow but unwraps a pepperoni stick, tossing it to him. He straightens to catch it, snapping his teeth closed around it. She can't help chuckling as she moves to the next machine and watches a grin spread over his face. He's actually enjoying this, the cocky male!
She smirks back at him, "Alright. This should be more your speed though." She pats the leg-press and he trots towards her. He sniffs over the seat, wrinkling his nose at the scents clinging to it and gagging slightly. Angelica snorts, "Well. That's what you get for sniffing things." He snorts indignantly at her and then barks shortly, puffing up slightly. "Come on, you've just got to-" she kind of awkwardly motions and then sighs, "or not." She tugs on his hoodie, stumbling when he raises his arms and it shoots right off. She lands on her butt and scowls at him but he only grunts, smirking back at her. "Oooh, you're gonna get it," she smiles at him, unable to quite get angry at him as she stands and brushes herself off.
He turns up his nose but after a moment of studying the machine, he clambers onto it, perching like some kind of gargoyle on the seat. She shakes her head, sighing and then positions him properly, making him press his feet against the pedals, "There we go. Ok, now…Now push." She stands back but something is off. His knees are up around his shoulders and he scowls some, giving her a look that very clearly states, 'this is not right'. She snaps her fingers, recalling how the soldier had shown her to do it and readjusts the seat for him.
"There."
He sits there, staring at her and she frowns. "You just…kind of…" Angelica awkwardly mimes again before shrugging. He grunts again, looking at the machine and then twists up his mouth in a strange expression before reaching over and grabbing her, dragging her into his lap and looking at her expectantly. She flushes, her eyes darting around the yard before she puts her feet over his, "You-you push with your legs, like this." She gently pushes and he pauses for a moment, his hands folding over her hips before he pushes. It certainly doesn't take much for him to lift the weights and she nods as expected, picking up her clipboard and taking down the notes as he pumps the weights.
The motion is a bit…Her face turns bright red. From outside the fence, a dog barks and a tired-looking woman throws a dirty look in their direction, her lip curling before she moves on. He jumps when the dog barks, throwing his arm around her and tucking her into his shoulder, partially hiding her and baring his teeth at the woman. The dog growls back, rearing back and baring its teeth but a moment later, a man in uniform grabs it by the collar and leads it off. Its so tense that its on its back legs as its dragged off, snarling and snapping. He snarls back, letting out a sharp hiss, punctuated by his jerking forward. He presses Angelica to his far side, starting to get off the piece of equipment.
She's quick to grab the Hunter by one arm though, trying to calm him down, "No, no. Its gone, see?" She rubs his arm gently, "Its ok." He continues to rumble ominously at the fence, his eyes narrowed before he slowly relaxes onto the machine again. His arm remains firmly locked around her waist as he continues to growl, on full alert now. "Yeah, there's a lot of noises out there," she sighs, rubbing his arm comfortingly, "You're going to have to get used to it if you don't want to stay cooped up inside." She flexes her legs some, trying to draw his attention back to the machine.
He slowly looks back down, eyeing the machine and pushing until the metal grinds and strains against him. "Oh wait, wait," Angelica pushes her way out of his lap and kneels by the machine, adjusting the weight so its at it's full capacity. He watches her carefully and then pushes against it again. The metal cords groan in protest and Angelica mutters under breath, "Oh hell." He pushes again and in the next moment, the wire snaps. He hears it break and moves with…well, Hunter reflexes, tackling her as the metal wire snaps out. It catches him over the shoulder and down and across his back, drawing a sharp yelp and snarl from him. He covers her as the weights slam back down, rocking the lift and it lands on its side with a groan.
Angelica lets out a sharp cry, caught off-guard as the Hunter covers her. She looks over the broken machine, muttering under her breath, "Shit." The men are not going to be happy. The training equipment is technically their's. The Hunter groans slightly and sits up, trying to look at the new wounds. She sighs and rubs him on the shoulder, careful of where the wire caught him. She frowns some at the thin bloody line across his back, leaning around him.
She shakes her head and digs through her bag, dabbing at the thin cut with a hankerchief. He seems unperturbed though, shifting this way and that to check his back before turning back to the equipment. Angelica frowns a little, "Yeah…Yeah, they're not going to be happy." Suddenly, a small sound comes from the side and there's rustling in the grass. Angelica watches as the Hunter turns towards it and crouches low into the grass. He rolls his shoulders with a little hiss and then pounces with a semi-screech, landing on his prey. He peeks between his hands, rumbling in curiousity and Angelica tilts her head, examining his back again and then flushing when she realizes she's not looking just at the cut. His muscles roll and bunch every time he moves and she's quick to look at his hands, "What have you caught?" He lifts a frog between his hands, sniffing at it and wrinkling his nose in distaste.
He grunts, glancing up at Angelica who finds herself chuckling, "What are you going to do with it?" He gives another grunt and starts to awkwardly walk on his bent legs towards the entrance of the building. "You're not getting in there," she glances at his hands, "And you're not taking that frog inside either." He looks up at her, raising an eyebrow and then looking at the frog with a soft sound. He obviously intends to take it to Hannah. The frog croaks plaintively, struggling to escape the Hunter's hands. Angelica sighs, trying to edge him away from the door with her foot, "Hang on, hang on." As he backs up, Angelica swipes her key card, allowing herself inside.
After a long moment, he plops back on his butt, whining softly in distress. Soon, the door opens back up though and a guard emerges in front of Angelica. "Alright then," he mutters, taking aim quickly with his tranquilizer gun before he pauses and blinks, "What the hell is he doing with a frog?" "Damned if I know," Angelica sighs, too late to notice as the Hunter snarls and drops the frog. He's learned his lesson. Act first. "FUCK!" the guard shouts, raising his burly arms defensively. The Hunter slams his legs into the guard, shoving him to the floor and then tearing at the thick arms. The guard shoves at the Hunter's chest while Angelica yanks on his shoulder hard, "NO!" He snarls as the two work in tandem. His claws wave in the air almost comically before he stumbles back, landing on his ass and snarling at the guard before turning towards Angelica with an angry growl.
On impulse, she goes to her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Shhh, shhh." He growls louder but can't help relaxing slightly. His chest expands and heaves as he glares fiercely at the other male. His arms wrap around her, dragging her closer and he snaps his teeth. Angelica reaches up one hand, turning his face towards herself and stroking over his cheekbone. He turns towards her, glaring at the guard from the corner of his eye but Angelica keeps trying to bring his attention to herself. "Alright, alright, no one's going to hurt you," she assures him, leaning in close and stroking his shoulders.
For a second, her eyes flit to the guard, as if to cue him. The guard nods and aims, firing off a dart as quickly as he can. The Hunter yelps, jerking when it hits him and then pushes Angelica back. He glares at everything. The guard, the other people outside his courtyard, Angelica, the building, and last of all, the frog. He remains on his feet for a long moment before he finally stumbles, landing on his butt and Angelica reaches for him. He snarls, swatting at her hands and then rolling onto his back and then his side, curling up some. Angelica frowns, moving towards him and patting absently at his shoulder again. She sighs when he jerks away from her, "Alright, let's get him in…" The Guard hesitates but then nods, grunting as he hefts the Hunter over his shoulder.
The Hunter is blearily and uncoordinated but not completely unconscious. He hangs begrudgingly over the guard's shoulder, occasionally trying to swipe at him but he's far too clumsy and jell-o like at the moment to put any real power behind it. The guard chuckles slightly at his efforts, "Not gonna get much done that way, buddy. Surprised you're not out like a light." They turn and twist down the halls until reaching Angelica's room and the guard gestures towards the noticeably fortified door, "In here, right?" Angelica nods, "Yes. I'll get it," Hannah is nearly entirely hidden underneath blankets, sleeping soundly. The Guard crouches some, lowering the Hunter onto the floor and smiling good-naturedly as he examines the gouges in his arm guards, "Ah, have fun Angelica." The Hunter growls and glares at Angelica and she shakes her head, "Oh come on. Don't look at me like that." He keeps up his glare, his nostrils flaring as he narrows his eyes and she sighs. She sits on the edge of the bed and shakes Hannah's shoulder slightly, "Hannah. Guess who's back."
The little girl groans and rolls over and Angelica's expression drops into a frown, "Hannah, what's wrong?" The Hunter tenses and manages a strangled groan, looking over out of curiousity but unable to coordinate himself enough to get to them. Hannah rubs at her face as she tugs the blanket up a little more, "Leave me alone…I don't feel good." Angelica's frown deepens and her brow creases in concern. It suddenly occurs to her that Hannah's father had…had turned. The disease is passed via father-to-offspring and she pales visibly. "Come here," she whispers, pulling the blanket down over Hannah's shoulders and placing the palm of her hand to the girl's forehead. Oh no. Oh no…
The Hunter tries to sit up, whining softly with worry and then managing to roll to his side. Angelica lifts Hannah carefully into her lap and the girl is paler than usual and coughs slightly. Angelica bites her lip, trying to hide her outright panic. "Hannah," her tone is tense as she speaks, "I'm going to take you to the infirmary, ok?" Hannah frowns and pouts, wiggling in her arms some as the Hunter gets an arm over the edge of the bed and drags himself halfway onto the bed, looking up at them with wide, worried eyes.
"I hate it there," Hannah grumbles but Angelica lifts her anyways, her movements jerky with panic. She already lost Paige this way and she's starting to panic over Hannah. This is her fault. She let the little girl hang around a Hunter and the consequences had never even occurred to her. She hurries for the door, ignoring the Hunter's calls and whines, "We'll be back." She gets out the door as the Hunter lets out a distressed cry, reaching out for them before the door closes. He collapses to the ground, claws still reaching for the door as a soft miserable sound escapes him.
A/N: BAH ;A; NOT HANNAH
To Squirrell, TECHNICALLY, Hannah is NOT Angelica's daughter. I'm sorry if the grammar was off but Angelica had an abortion, awhile back after getting pregnant with Joel's child. Because…Joel is a dick. More on that later.
Hannah is the adopted daughter of the Officer who had the misfortune to change in chapter 8 and he was shot after he got loose and attacked innocents.
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Worry not though! She's in good hands! Errr…well, we'll see anyways.
As always, the lovely TVirusRose owns Hannah Corbin, Joel Lancaster, and Angelica Pavlov. And I own…Mr. Hunter :I I feel so useless now. HER AMAZING CHARACTERS ARE AMAZING
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A special shoutout to SquirrellSDead0304 and Kiyofugi.
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