Prey Drive Chapter 6
By Cadet Deming
I don't own the rights to X-Men or the Wolverine Origins Movie, Marvel and Fox Studios do, so please don't sue. I work in litigation so you wouldn't want to anyhow. Based on movie continuity. Thanks to the people that are leaving reviews, they're encouraging. Rated T for adult language, sexual situations, and violence. Horror/Comedy. Takes place in the 1970's
20 Minutes Later, In the Hotel Room
Tabitha Smith carefully stepped out of the shower. She had washed her clothes in the sink and they were still drying out. The only things she had to wear in the meantime were the motel's cheap, scratchy towels. She thought of Victor, probably lying in wait outside the door, and added three more towels to cover herself.
As she opened the door, she saw him lying on the bed. He appeared to be sleeping, or at least "cat-napping". He looked peaceful, the most peaceful she'd ever seen him. Then again, that wasn't saying much. His mouth was slightly open and she could see the tips of his fangs.
Tabitha gingerly sat down on the bed, and his eyes flew open. He sat up astonishingly quickly. He wasn't wearing anything besides briefs and his dog tags.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up," she said.
"It's OK. I wake up from the sound of a pin dropping, literally. And I can get by on 20 minutes at a time. Military training."
"From Vietnam?"
"Nam, and World War 2, World War 1, and the Civil War. Jimmy and I sat out Korea. We needed a break."
Tabitha assumed Jimmy was his brother, but didn't think it was a good idea to ask.
"Which was your favorite?" she asked.
"I liked the Civil. The combat felt more 'intimate'. And it was the only one where I didn't have to learn another language. The food was bad though. Hamburgers weren't invented yet."
She noticed when he said "intimate" he looked more intently at her.
"Wait, something's wrong. You're acting weird," she said.
He stiffened immediately. His eyes got wider. She saw his muscles tense up.
"What do you mean? I never act normal," he said.
"You're not insulting me, threatening to eviscerate me, or threatening to kill me. It just feels…kind of strange," she replied.
Victor's posture relaxed.
"I'm not always in a bad mood. I just needed to shower and catch some sleep. Maybe you're just starting to grow on me."
He smiled at her, and he looked like he was trying to cover his teeth. She started to feel hot and quickly jumped up.
"Hey, we should catch the news and see if we're on it," she said.
She walked to the TV and turned it on, flipping through the channels.
"Seven channels and nothing on," she said.
"Keep it," Victor said, as an evening news show filled the screen.
She sat back down on the bed and watched.
The reporter with over sprayed hair and blue eye shadow announced: "Today's leading story is the massacre that occurred today at Finnegan's Diner in Claremont. 15 people, including 4 police officers were killed in what is being described as the greatest mutant terrorist act on U.S. soil. Reports of a mutant that resembled a giant bear surfaced before the entire location exploded in flames."
Victor roared: "Do I look like a goddamn bear? Get my species right! And giant…do I look fat?"
"Well actually, with the short temper and the hairy muttonchops and the claws you kind of do seem 'bearish'. But your body looks great, really muscle-y. And, how am I a terrorist? I'm so apolitical I don't even vote in student elections," she said.
"Change the station," he ordered.
"Oh, look Saturday Night Live is on," she said, switching channels.
They both watched in silence at a skit involving Jim Belushi in a giant bee costume. She sensed Victor edging closer to her. He stretched his arms in the classic "boy am I tired" move and reached out to touch her shoulder.
"Fingernails! Fingernails! Ow!" she said quickly, as he scratched her with his claws.
"Sorry. I didn't know they were out," he said.
They both went back to sitting, the tension tightening. The skit had changed to something with Dan Akyroyd in a cone head, but she wasn't really paying attention. She doubted he was either.
Tabitha felt scared and excited all at once. She could have run, but knew that was pointless. She found herself wanting to give in, to stop fighting the inevitable.
Victor moved in behind her. She felt like she was being stalked, but guessed he liked it that way. He ran his fingertips through her hair, claws sheathed. He put his hand on the back of her neck. She leaned forward submissively and she heard him sigh. She knew he liked it that way. He kissed the back of her neck. She felt his breath, his lips, and his tongue.
He groaned with his voice filled with need: "I've wanted to taste you since I met you, even before."
She felt him bite the back of her neck. It was painful, but gentle. She moaned.
"You really are a vampire," she gasped.
"Am I hurting you," he asked, his voice sounding increasingly animalistic, hungry.
"Do you want to?" she whispered.
"Part of me does and part of me doesn't." he said.
"I'll do whatever you want," she said.
"I want to fuck the pain away."
For the next few hours, that was all they did.
To Be Continued