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 Seventeen: Pain
"You're telling me that Dr. Lancaster is responsible for this...this new tranquilizer?" Angelica asks incredulously, turning to look up at Jake. The big man has Scott tossed over his shoulder, struggling with the Hunter's lazily flailing limbs. He nods slowly, pushing back dark chestnut locks, "That's what I said. Dr. Lancaster developed this because subjects like, ah, you said his name was 'Scott', right?"
Angelica nods in affirmation, watching Scott in the throws of his drug-induced high. "Well, Scott here was starting to develop an immunity. So Dr. Lancaster managed to whip us up something more effective." At Angelica's dark look, Jake blanches, pressing his lips together tightly, "Not that, that, you know, erm, matters." He glances off to the side as Angelica grumbles, crossing her arms. Hannah has long since run off to play with the other girls in the courtyard and, despite the growing storm outdoors, Angelica feels that taking Scott outside for at least a little time is better than keeping him cooped up in her small dorm.
The door to her chosen courtyard swings open to reveal a dark, angry sky and a cool wind. Angelica slowly nods to herself though, stepping to the side to allow Jake to dump Scott onto the grass. He has to pry the Hunter's claws out of his shirt. The sight of Scott rolling in the grass and crooning and whining is something that makes Angelica's mouth turn up, however slightly as she shakes her head. But knowing Joel Lancaster...
"I just hope there aren't any strange side effects," she mutters under her breath as Jake gives her a salute and then exits, closing the door firmly behind himself. There isn't a key slide on the outside of the door so Angelica is stuck outside, until someone comes to get her or she knocks on the door to be let in.
For a moment, she imagines this is how a cat might feel when trying to use an autolack doggy-door. She surveys the yard and the courtyard next to it, kept separate by a high chainlink fence.
Scott is doing his best to stumble into a standing position, groaning as he runs a clawed hand through his dirty blonde hair. She has to try and force him into the shower again, preferrably today. The thought brings a rosy tinge to her cheeks and she sighs, pushing back a stray lock of her own vividly red hair.
Scott stumbles towards her, wobbling unevenly before he catches himself on her legs. Smiling, she leans down to help him sit up, scratching lightly at the scruff around his jaw, "Poor boy. I guess you don't feel too good, huh?" He grumbles in response, his eyes hooded and she takes a moment to study the blind one. It almost looks like he has cataracts, its clouded over and dull in comparison to the other bright molten gold eye. The scars have at least healed over well, albeit he looks mildly terrifying with claw marks all over his face.
Still, Hannah adores him so...he can't look too bad, right? Angelica is beginning to vaguely wonder if she's dilluding herself with thoughts of him being attractive and so she sits back, taking stock of his face. The problem with this, of course, being that he's attempting to press his face into her cleavage.
She hisses despite the obvious, her eyes darting around frantically, "What are you, crazy?" She struggles to free herself from his grip, pushing against his head, "Someone's going to-!"
Slowly, something seems to be sliding over his expression, a dark hungry look punctuated by his fully dilated pupils. He stands slowly, still leaning on her heavily but dragging her with him and starts to back her into a corner of the yard, pinning her between the chainlink fence and the brick exterior of the research facility. Thunder rolls and claps overhead and her heart jumps with it as she stares up at him, her lips parting in surprise, "You..you stop that..."
Its barely a protest as the wind suddenly tears through her and the first few drops of the storm start to come down.
His legs seem stronger but the tranquilizer is still in his system. She can tell by his pupils and by the fact that his pulse seems to be even faster than normal. Her hands press against his chest, tryng to keep him at bay as he folds himself in closer to him. His body heat is overwhelming, warming her from the core, out. Or is that something else? She can't tell anymore, with her pulse and the sounds of the incoming storm rolling around her.
She feels oddly heavy as he drops his mouth to her cheek. She can feel the slide of his tongue against her skin and hear his deep rumbling. She's hardly aware of his hands fisting in the bottom of her shirt until the loud "RRRRRRRIPPP" tears through the mist that's formed on the edge of her conciousness.
Angelica gets out a soft little, "Oh!" trying to muffle her voice as he nips at the spot behind her ear, pressing himself as tight as he can to her, while still allowing his hands room to move. Her squirming gains new life as her eyes snap wide and her brain swims with a million protests. "Oh, this-this is just ridiculous," she stammers in a whisper, "Do you know what will happen if...if..."
He only growls at her protests, his hands flattening over her sides and sliding up until he's cupped her breasts, squeezing them and keeping her pinned to the wall with his hips and legs. He darts down, snatching a kiss from her rather roughly.
Her reaction is involuntary, her lashes fluttering shut as raindrops plop down faster now. His heat is too inviting and his hands are rough, uncoordinated as he swipes his thumbs over the hardening buds of her nipples. She almost stumbles at the amount of strength he's using, forced to grab onto his hoodie for support. He's surely leaving bruises with his mouth, nibbling at her and stirring a liquid heat deep in her lower belly.
Scott's mouth slows though, resting against her shoulder and he comes to a stop, blinking in confusion and his brows knitting as he leans back. He's panting slowly, his arousal evident in the tent at the front of his pants but his pupils have returned to normal. He frowns, looking down at her and then pulls his hands back, stumbling until his heel catches on a clump of grass and sends him back on his ass.
Angelica's breathing is still coming in shuddery little pants and, staring at him, prone in the grass and confused, she has the odd temptation to leap on him. Instead, she takes a minute to steady herself.
The two stare at one another for a long moment before a clap of thunder makes him howl in surprise and jump. He stumbles towards her as the rain starts to settle into a driving force. Angelica tries to yank her shirt back together as she comes to the slow realization of what she nearly allowed. He shakes himself continuously, growling lowly as he takes her hand and, when she doesn't readily move with him, simply tosses her over his shoulder.
The Hunter moves towards the overhang of the building, sitting her down in the dryest spot he can find. Fearing he's done something bad, he sits back, worry clear on his face as he lets out a slow whine.
"Um," she tries, "That..." She trails off though, not sure of what she'd been about to say. A wind from the storm picks up and she shivers through her ripped shirt, trying to drag her lab coat around herself. Whining, Scott turns to look up at the clouds. He hunches over her, putting himself so that's he's crouched over her with her legs between his, his hands set against the wall to either side of her head. He uses one hand to yank at his hoodie, managing to pull the zipper down by pure change.
It falls open, providing a small bit of extra protection but the lady scientist finds herself staring at his now exposed chest. He's a creature made for power so its not unsurprising to find that he's extremely well-built...
Shaking her head, she forces herself to concentrate, sighing but grateful for his fevered warmth. "W-well," she gets out on a light chuckle, trying to lighten the tense mood, "Its a shame that it had to start raining just as we came out." She avoids looking at him even while he presses his face into her hair, giving another soft croon.
"Oh, I'm fine. Its not as though I need to be babied," she says softly as she reaches up, petting at the ends of his hair. He studies her for a moment and then takes her hand in one of his own, playing with her fingers for a moment before pressing it to his chest.
Angelica's eyes widen. She softens and smiles at him, pressing her fingers over his rapidly beating heart, "You remembered that, did you?" Slowly, he offers her his crooked smile and then presses his nose into the crook of her neck.
She pets over his hair, tilting her cheek against his and sighing in what she slowly realizes to be contentment.
"Dr. Pavlov?" a muffled voice calls from the doorway. Angelica shifts away from Scott, yanking at her shirt with a sharp curse before noticing that the Hunter has shed his jacket now and is offering it to her with a calculating expression. She looks from him to the door. It'll probably look a little strange, her wearing his hoodie but its better than getting questions about why her shirt has been ripped in half.
She manages to get it on when she hears the little 'pop' of a tranquilizer gun and sees Scott stumble slightly. He whips towards the door with a snarl but Dr.
Lancaster's new tranq is effective. He falls back on his ass again, groaning before he ends up on his back, flinching at the feel of the rain hitting him.
Frowning, Angelica pulls the little dart from his shoulder, examining it. An examination is in order, she thinks.
"Well, I'll be damned. He didn't leap at me but I know he sure as hell saw me," Jake mutters before frowning, "Why is he shirtless? And why are you wearing it?"
"He insisted," she explains quickly, "It was odd but I'm not one to argue." Her eyes dart downward for a second and Jake raises a brow but then shrugs it off.
The trip through the hallway this time is uneventful. Angelica lets the Hunter hold her hand as he's carried towards her dorm again, under Jake's watchful and worried eye. He frowns some as he lays Scott out on her bed. He hesitates some, rubbing the back of his neck, "Hannah's preoccupied with a few other kids, so..so she'll probably be out for awhile. Probably for the best while he's this out of it."
He starts for the door but pauses, glancing back at Angelica, "Be careful Doc. Good luck."
Angelica pauses, not quite sure what to make of that as Jake closes her dorm door softly.
In the following moments, her dark dorm room is filled with the sound of Scott's panting and soft whines and Angelica's own thoughts. She crosses to the bed and sits on the edge of it, brushing some of his hair back with a frown.
She times him carefully and nods to herself. Its taking the same amount of time as last time, for him to start snapping out of what she suspects to be a hallucinogenic high and into a strange sort of heat.
His hands snap up, suddenly grabbing onto the bars of her headboard and squeezing. Her eyes shoot wide when she hears the creak of metal and she takes a step back. His expression is almost pained but wild when he turns to look at her. The muscles of his arms strain and she feels her mouth go dry. She quickly turns, grabbing a glass off the corner of her desk and disappearing into the bathroom.
Angelica returns a moment later, the glass half-full and tilting it towards his mouth. He doesn't seem to want to drink though, staring her up and down and she catches herself doing the same to him. She turns away with another fine blush, covering her mouth with her fingers, "Just, drink this."
Her eyes catch on the edge of his facility sweatpants and she closes her eyes, taking a few deep breaths.
'He is a patient. A very sick one at that,' she thinks to herself even while her heart hammers in her chest. A darker thought forms at the back of her mind, forcing her
to stand and back away from the male.
'You want him.'
"Fuck," she mutters. This has to be a side effect of Lancaster's stupid new tranquilizer. Really, he hadn't even had time to test it out.
Instinct seems to break him and he releases the bars of her bed, leaving them in crumpled little spikes as he snatches her by the front of his hoodie, dragging her towards himself.
Their bodies crash together and she finds herself half-thrown on the bed, spread out beneath him as he presses his mouth to her's. Hot, feverish, and demanding. She breaks away, already panting but his mouth moves easily to her throat, covering her pulse in warm, firm laps of his tongue.
She flails, trying to find his shoulders, "L-let's just...calm down..."
She struggles but the fight in her is weak as he grabs her hips, pressing his mouth to her's again. Her struggles increase. He's being alot rougher than before and now she's a little scared. He braces an arm around her back though, his sharp teeth a threatening presence against her lower lip. He pull away with a sharp growl, shoving his hoodie down her shoulders as she pants.
Angelica tries to shove him away but her muscles are weak, almost like jello. Frantically, she prays that he'll come out of this like before. She's having a hard time thinking though, one part of her brain panicking and begging for this to stop. The other wants more. He bends her over the bed, pressing hard against her. The feel of skin-to-skin contact draws a deep growl from and drawing a sharp, shuddering gasp from her.
Scott's skin is incredibly hot against her's and she almost grabs him. "N-no," she gets out partly into her bed, though it lacks much of any conviction. He growls against her throat, his claws finding the back of her bra and he tears at it, finally ripping it open enough that he can yank it out of his way.
His mouth drops to her collar-bone, his teeth grazing her as his hands slide to cup the backs of her thighs, forcing them open and his hips press against her. Only their pants separate them now and she lets out a loud moan when his mouth lands on her nipple. His tongue works the little nub and she grabs at his head, her fingers working through his hair while her other hand tangles in her sheets.
"No," she can't manage any volume through her moans, hardly aware that she's still saying it.
He grinds harder against her, his claws digging into her but he seems to be gaining some control again. The gentility seems to trigger something in her and she suddenly shoves against him, kicking hard and sending him sprawling back.
"I SAID NO!" she screams, her voice cracking in a shriek as she thrashes for all she's worth, barely aware of what she's doing.
His aggression is back, seeing the fight as a challenge and he suddenly snatches her up by her wrists, baring his teeth as he bows over her. He's barely touching her now, suspended over her and panting, confused by himself and by her reaction. He pants, staring down into her wide frightened eyes.
"I said no," she repeats, her voice dying away into a sob.
Slowly, slowly, he relaxes, letting her wrists go and sits back on his knees. He studies her for a moment and then takes her by her elbow, turning her to face him slowly. She tries to jerk away but then allows him to move her, her body shaking and a few tears rolling down her cheeks. She curls her knees into her chest, wrapping her arms around them and her head sagging down.
O-oh god.
Emotions overwhelm her and she leans into him, unaware she's doing so as she realizes that she'd been about to give in. She suddenly feels stupid, for all her college education. And ashamed and horrible for turning him away and letting it get that far at the same time.
Angelica sobs unintelligibly into her knees, trying to word something.
'I'm not ready,' the attempt was, 'Not like that,' but she can't get it out.
Confused and hurt, he watches her before wrapping his arms around her. He doesn't understand what's going on but he knows she's hurt. Did he do it? He whines softly, pressing his face into her hair and cradling her. He pants, still aroused but...but he would never...would he?
Angelica can't do much, other than slowly turning into him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing herself into his warmth. There's an awful feeling gnawing at her, right where, for five months, she carried another living creature inside of her.
It...It was just happening too fast, way too fast. She didn't understand herself. He was probably even worse off. His sense of smell picked up on the response of her body but something was missing, obviously. "Fuck," she finally chokes out, her hand sliding down to her now flat belly of its own accord. She sniffles, trying to look away but there's nowhere else to look. " 'S not your fault," she sniffles out, "I-I'm sorry."
He rumbles and is purring, for some odd reason. Its comforting though and she closes her eyes as he wipes at her face with his knuckles, tugging her into his lap and rocking her slightly.
A bitter, tearful smile crooks the corners of her mouth as she leans into him, "I must be getting really annoying, huh?"
Scott only strokes her hair, uncomprehending of her words but spreading kisses across the top of her head. She sags into him, drawing deep, shuddering breaths in an attempt to steady herself.
Slowly, he lowers them both to the bed, on their sides with his arms still around her. She turns to face him slowly, pressing her face into the crook of his neck.
"Its really not your fault, you know," she says, glad that, for the most part, the tears are gone. Only his constant low purr is her response. His hand rubs at her back as she nestles close, "If you're going to blame anyone, its me."
Speaking helps and she continues, though she knows he won't understand, "I was just so stupid...and I made mistakes that I can never take back." He croons, as if to ask her what happened though she knows better. She closes her eyes, taking herself back and biting back another sob.
"Dr. Lancaster and I had a relationship at one time. I...I didn't realize it at the time but he was just using me. He never cared about me. He doesn't care about anything but his work. I-I got pregnant. I got so scared to tell him, Scott...I got so scared because I knew he wouldn't care," she clings tighter, her brows coming together, "I did tell him eventually. I thought he had a right to know...He just gave me his usual look. Like it was nothing and told me to...to get an abortion..."
Her hand rests over her stomach again as she cringes, "I was so hurt...so heartbroken, I didn't think I'd ever be able to, to live again..."
Scott whines in return, hugging her tighter to himself and stroking his thumb under her cheekbone again, murmurring softly for her.
Long moments stretch between them and in the silence, she finds herself fading into weariness. His claws stroke through her hair, an incredibly gentle presence even as he stares at the wall over her head. A spiteful expression crosses his face, unseen by her before he closes his eyes in resignation.
He doesn't understand. He knows she's hurt though. Not physically...He clutches her to him with renewed fierceness.
He won't let anything happen to her. Not again.
A/N: This was a hard chapter to write. Not just because of the feels in it but because I'm well aware that it will be controversial. I am a pro-choice advocate. And don't spout your "the bible says" crap at me. I'm not Christian and I don't give a shit what some human man wrote down hundreds of years ago.
What I care about, are our basic human rights.
There are always pros and cons to this sort of decision. I don't like that alot of women see it as just an easy fix. But I also don't like the idea of a woman being sentenced to a child she can't have or doesn't want.
I was almost aborted myself so I think I've got a pretty good grasp on my reasoning for being pro-choice. Am I glad I'm alive? Yes. But to be frank, my mother was one of those women who didn't want me and who still resents my birth. So please, if you leave a comment, leave a comment about the story itself, and don't bring your religious or political views into it. That's not what I'm here for.
P.S. Dr. Lancaster's drug is a mix of hallucinogenics and what one might call "enhancement" drugs. So, while they incapacitate Scott, they also basically send him on a very trippy high followed by about five or so minutes of a sharp spike in arousal. Humans wouldn't be able to handle this drug.
Warning: Next chapter will have sex in it. Please skip it if you are under the age of 18 (not that you little shits care about that).