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 Nineteen: Attack
Oooh's and aaah's accompany the Hunter's mad gallop on the treadmill and Angelica finds herself near-hypnotized by his movements. The roll and push of his powerful body is far too reminiscent of their actions from the previous night and earlier in the morning. A pleasant ache still fills her and her cheeks are growing warm from the inescapable memories.
As though sensing where her thoughts are, the Hunter glances up at her, panting from under his hood as he runs. The V-neck of the garment leaves his chest partially visible and Angelica gulps, glancing away with a sharp frown, "Stop looking at me like that."
With the crowd gathered around the other side of the fence, watching him, she's even more self-concious about where her thoughts are straying. He's catching the end of the treadmill though and she glances at the speed again, biting at her lower lip. Its as high as it can go and he's pushing his limits, finally darting between the supports of the main control panel. The sudden change from moving treadmill to solid ground sends his hindquarters spinning, even while he digs his claws into the ground in an attempt to stop.
He pants and a lopsided grin covers his face. She's very aware that he's so fixated on her that he hasn't noticed the growing crowd, or else he'd be freaking out everywhere. Overenthusiastic, she crows happily, using both hands to cup his face and squeeze his cheeks together comicly, "Wow! Would you look at that. You beat the treadmill, you good boy." He seems pleased, grinning and with his cheeks squished up like that, well, its just plain funny. She can't help smiling back and laughing lowly, hugging his head before turning towards her clipboard to scribble down what she's observed of him.
Without her attention focused on him, Scott's own attention wanders and he jumps when he realizes that there are a bunch of Survivors gathered around the fence several yards away. Put off by their numbers, he growls lowly, stalking behind Angelica and half-hiding and half-protecting her, his hands on her shoulders while he observes the human crowd as they observe him. Its unsettling and he growls a little louder, starting to pace behind Angelica. She smiles again, shaking her head but remaining quiet. She's curious to know how he'll react.
The children are the closest, their little fingers looped through the links of the fence as they weave and bob to get the best view, the adults hanging back and scolding their children sharply in an attempt to get them away, but just as mesmerized by the predator several yards away.
With his feet firmly planted behind her, Scott starts to lean around Angelica, stretching as far as he can without moving and raising his face so that he can sniff towards them, making small wary sounds. Her hand runs up his shoulder to his back, encouraging his openness with a small whispered, "Good boy."
Its very sudden, when it happens. Angelica hardly has time to notice his pupils tighten into little pinpoints before he's suddenly shrieking, swatting at her hand and clutching at his hood. He curls up in a little ball on the ground, shrieking mindlessly and rolling onto his back and arching.
Angelica lets out a sharp gasp, reaching for him before something draws her attention back to her arm. She blinks, uncomprehending, at the amount of blood there. Had he...Had he clawed at her?
The humans on the other side of the chainlink fence panic, one of the larger men running to get a guard. Somewhere in the children's screaming crowd, Hannah's little voice rises over them all, "NO!" Scott's claws rake down his own face and his mouth drops wide as he writhes on the ground.
To Angelica though, all noise has stopped as she looks from her bleeding arm up to him, her expression painted with a vague sort of surprise. She's shaking, her body going into shock.
Everything comes to stark reality at the sound of guns firing. And they're not using tranquilizers.
She turns, stumbling to get up even while Scott shoots up, roaring with a feral blankness to his features. A shot rolls off of his cheek before another lodges in his shoulder. Fury paints his face, inhuman and terrifying as he charges the guard, ducking low and sliding between one guard's legs, coming up behind him.
Angelica shakes her head, her throat suddenly filling with too much fluid, as though she's going to throw up. Something...something important was cut when Scott clawed at her and she's losing blood. Fast. But not nearly as fast as the Hunter is moving. His claws rake over the guard's neck as he bites viciously at the artery. Blood sprays over his face and Angelica's knees go out. The guard crumples .
The ground comes up to meet Angelica and she struggles to look, trying to call for Scott. If he hears her, he'll-he'll stop, right?
Scott swings around suddenly, roaring in the second guard's face before shoving his hand into the man's stomach. Claws rip through his intestines and his head is filled with a horrible, horrible sound. Pain rips through his head and he yanks his arm out of the man's innards, turning in a sharp move that sprays the grass with blood. The tone suddenly cuts and relief fills him.
The clarity of the last few weeks fills his head and he closes his eyes, panting, surrounded by nothing but the scent of blood. The Hunter in him cries for joy but something underneath that, something he still doesn't quite understand is horrified. He collapses to his knees, a small smile curling his lips before he opens his eyes. Among all that red, he catches a glimpse of something that catches his attention.
Confusion lingers on his face as he gives a soft whine, vaguely aware of the pluck of a tranquilizer dart in his back.
He cocks his head, wobbling unevenly but managing to make his way towards the unconcious form. Hands suddenly snatch at him, dragging him back and he snarls in annoyance, but with no real threat. Regardless, the hands retreat for a moment before they return in force, trying to yank him away and a male voice is screaming in his ear. He bares his teeth but something is wrong...
"Someone get a medic!" Jake roars over his shoulder, his voice cracking as he tries to drag the Hunter away from Dr. Pavlov, "She's hurt bad there, and-" He glances over the guards, one still trying to put his intestines back inside of himself. His lunch almost comes up but he manages to keep it down, "A-and I'm not sure if he's gonna make it!"
The Hunter is still struggling, his whines ringing in Jake's ears. What the hell is wrong with the thing? Of course, it wasn't hard to tell that he was attached to the good doctor but-but...
His claws catch briefly on a lock of Angelica's hair and panic etches his face as Jake drags him back by his ankles. The drugs are taking effect though and the Hunter's body is now limp and weak. Jake manages to get his arm around Scott's neck, trying to choke the other male into unconciousness. The Hunter's arms scramble in the air as he snarls, struggling for purchase to get back to Angelica.
"You keep off of her!" Jake growls against the side of the Leaper's hood, tightening his grip. The further Jake manages to pull him, the louder the Hunter shrieks, as though he's distressed when he's nearly killed Angelica. Medics rush past, checking vitals and a few are attempting to put the man back together. Its obvious he won't make it though.
Angelica is loaded onto a gurney and then slowly taken past Jake, past Scott, and into the building. The Hunter's struggles renew but his vision is fading fast with the other male's arm wrapped around his neck.
Jake eases the Hunter's limp body to the ground now, panting and not quite willing to throw him over his shoulder now. He looks towards the building, frowning and then pans towards the fence. Hannah still clings to the fence, sobbing and screaming while a woman tries to pull her away.
What...what just happened?
A/N: Okay, so...whoever can guess what happened, will get a prize! A one-shot (sex-based) story using either Angelica and Scott here, or their own original characters! Good luck guys, and make sure to R&R-I feed off of comments, I really do.