Hey thanks everyone who sent me reviews. I also appreciate the story alerts and stuff, but you can review too. I promise I enjoy all types of constructive critics. If you have an idea for some cute dialogue let me know. I might use it. Just let me know what you think. Thank you for reading.
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV
Chapter 2
He watched, with grim satisfaction, as the dead man slid off of his claws leaving them stained with blood. As his feral nature began to wear off, after killing everything, Victor noticed the girl in the corner. He had followed her. He had also watched as she pathetically fought off those stupid, human gang-bangers. It was odd to see human gangs now-a-days. They were probably an anti-mutant group out lookin for a little action. Well, he sure as hell gave em' some. He stepped closer to the red head to get a better look at her. Well, kitty is kinda cute when her claws are up. He reached down to gently lift her face into the little light provided by the street lamp. His eyes became dark for just a split second when he noticed her bruised cheek and split lip. He had seen worse, and he really shouldn't care how she looked. But for some reason, this girl was making him feel things he had been repressing for years. He had never felt sympathetic towards anyone in his entire life, except for Logan, but that was a different story.
"Damn girl, they really did a number on you," he gently moved her body so he could examine the unconscious girl a little better. He was honestly surprised he did not want to do other things to the unconscious girl at the moment. As he squatted over the deathly quiet woman, he couldn't help but analyze a bit more than her injuries. He noticed her lips were extremely swollen from the slap, but they just appeared more ravishing than anything. He also noticed how the blood on his claws blended in with her beautiful hair color. He would be turned on by a woman whose hair was nearly the same color as blood. He suddenly froze when he felt her body move a little under his ministrations. He saw her eyes flutter open and realized he was still holding half of her body in his arms.
Carrie suddenly became aware of the feeling of strong arms holding her up a little. She tried to analyze the feeling of the arms in the back of her mind, but in her nearly unconscious state she could only remember the feeling of those men attacking her. She could only imagine what they were doing to her unconscious form. She threw open her eyes to see the face of her attackers, only for them to focus on the face of creepy guy from the elevator. "Get away from me!" She lifted her body as best she could with the adrenaline renewed in her body. She backed up against the disgusting alley wall to get as far away from this man as humanly possible. "Please, I didn't tell anyone about you, and I'm sorry for kicking you. Please I just want to go home," she realized her last statement came out as more of a plea and was aware of how pathetic she must look. Tears began to poor down her ravaged cheek as she remembered the events of the entire day. She had been pitied by her boss, strangled in an elevator, and molested in an alley. She was tired, hungry, and getting really pissed off. She saw the man move towards her from the corner of her eye and suddenly felt sick and tired of constantly being the victim.
Carrie lunged towards Victor, eyes seeing red. She knew he could stop her, but she felt like a cornered animal. She balled her fists and started pounding as hard as she could on his chest. She felt the solidness of him and knew she was doing very little, if anything, but she had to get this out. She pounded and yelled as her tears stung her open wounds. "Get away from me! Leave me alone!" Her screams were so shrill no one else could have understood them but Victor. She began to notice he was not moving away from her or towards her. He was just taking it. Her ribs began to sting at the constant swinging of her arms, and she knew she had to stop before she injured herself further. She was so tired, and this man obviously was not trying to hurt her. Carrie stopped swinging her arms and placed her balled fists against the man's broad chest. The chill in the air began to fill her lungs as she took a shaky breath. Her body began to fill limp, so she leaned into the closest, most secure thing which happened to be his warm body.
Victor was not shocked by the outrage and the punching. He figured she would be pissed of f. He was even impressed at her bravery, but as she leaned her broken body against his, he was shocked. He had never had a woman voluntarily touch him in any way other than with violence. He stood there looking straight ahead of him as he felt her rub her cheek against his chest. She was still crying. He could feel the wetness of her tears through his shirt and felt her body still shaking a little. He still didn't move a muscle.
After about a good five minutes of feeling her body calming down, he heard a shaky voice directed at him. He looked down at the obvious distraught woman against him. She repeated the question as he obviously did not hear what she said. "Could you walk me home...Please?" She took another shaky breath as she stared up at him with those completely lost hazel eyes.
He knew she was not his responsibility, and he was getting kind of pissed at the fact she made him feel so weak. "Why?" He lowered his voice to let her know she is in the presence of darkness. He was curious to see what her response would be.
"Because you haven't hurt me yet and not much out here is more dangerous than you appear to be," she figured she should just be honest with the guy. She knew he was dangerous. She felt it the second she leaned into his body. He was a killer, most of it was instinct, but he wasn't a monster.
"Okay." He figured his client would have to wait anyway. That Luvitts guy was long gone by now. He watched as the girl stumbled over to her stuff and attempted to bend over to pick up her shambled belongings. She wasn't making a sound besides her erratic breathing. She took off her pumps to allow for better movement and used the wall for support. She picked out her wallet and her keys from her purse, she could get a new purse, and ignored her destroyed computer. Her hand slipped from the wall as she tried to stand back up. Victor instinctively put his arm around her mid section to steady her. Why he decided to do, he couldn't say. But the thought of looking at her crumbled back on the dirty, alley ground caused his arms to wrap protectively around her. He just felt the need to protect this woman.
Carrie was aware of his steady breathing as she relaxed into his support. She had never been in so much physical pain in her entire life. She couldn't remember it hurting this bad after she was thrown against that wall. "Thank you."
Her voice sounded foreign to him. He realized he was basically embracing her and she wasn't pulling away or fighting him off. He took the moment to breathe in her essence. He took in the fact she smelled of warmth and cinnamon. He also realized how he was aware of nothing else but her at that moment and stepped back as quick as he had come. Carrie stumbled a bit at the loss of comfort. He knew he was starting to get too close when he forgot everything else around him. He needed to be aware and cold not comforting.
Carrie turned towards the street and began to hobble slowly towards her apartment building. She thanked God she was at least close to home when she was attacked. "My name is Carrie, by the way." She didn't turn around to see if he had heard her. She could feel his presence even if she couldn't see him. "What's yours?" After a long silence, she figured he was not going to tell her. "You were quite talkative in the elevator. What happened since then? Cat got your tongue?" She turned to see his reaction to that hoping he knew she was only teasing and not completely ignorant of the fact he was a mutant.
"Clever little thing…aren't ya?" He heard the humor in her voice and felt warmth involuntarily spread through him at her playful banter. He truly wanted to play this game, it was one of his favorites, but he could feel himself becoming attached. He knew the ramifications of attachment.
"Yeah, I try." She let a chuckle shake her body and immediately regretted it as her ribs sent a shock wave through her body. She stopped in her tracks and gripped the wall for security as her other hand wrapped around her mid section. She felt like she was holding herself together.
Damn me to hell. He knew he was losing when he saw her double over. He walked to her put a hand on her hip. "Don't move," his voice sent shivers down her spine as she suddenly felt herself being gently lifted up into strong arms.
Her ribs were still screaming, but at least she did not have to fight them anymore when she moved. "Thank you…again." She knew she was starting to sound like the damsel in distress again, but his body was so warm and comforting against her battered body.
Her smell was starting to bombard all of his senses. He could feel her lithe form curve into his chest. He knew she put her life in his hands at that moment, and he was becoming a bit overwhelmed by the thought. "Where do you live?" He still kept his voice hard and disconnected, because it was the only thing he had control over at that point in time. She pointed to an apartment building about two buildings down from where they were standing. As he began walking, he felt her wind her arm around his neck and lean her head extremely close to his cheek. He was doing everything in his power not to throw this gentle, beautiful woman to the ground and run in the other direction. He did not want to feel the emotions she was causing in him at that moment.
"You have really soft hair," she said it as more of a statement rather than a compliment. But his hair was quite soft. She figured it was kept long to keep his face hidden, but it was quite nice to the touch. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel more uncomfortable than you already were."
His breath caught in his throat when he felt her run her fingers through some of the strands of hair. God she was completely intoxicating. It felt like they had been walking for hours by the time he got to her building. He gently set her down on the curb in front of her building.
Carrie turned to thank the strange man she suddenly felt attached to, but as she turned she felt two large hands gently holding her shoulders. She stopped breathing when she felt his warm breath tickle her ear. "Victor, my name is Victor." His voice was so gentle it felt as if he caressed her injured body. She quickly turned to thank him when she felt the hands leave her shoulders, but darkness was the only thing she found. He was gone and the night was the only thing left in his wake. She turned, a bit dejectedly, towards her building and began to walk to the elevator that would carry her to her room. As she got into the elevator, she was once again reminded of creepy…Victor. Wow, tonight was definitely a night she would always remember.
She basically fell into her apartment and collapsed onto her bed. She lay on the bed and just felt the relief wash over her entire being. She had made it home from work! She never thought she would be so relieved to be thinking that. She rolled onto her back and opened her ripped blouse to assess the injuries. She looked at the blue bruises running up her side and knew they were probably just bruised. Thank God, because she was not entering a hospital. She sat up from her bed and headed for the bathroom to wash the city's grime from her body. She had never felt this disgusting in her entire life. She climbed into the shower and felt the warmth of the water wash away the events of the day. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. The minute they were closed Victor's eyes appeared. They were the darkest, most painful eyes she had ever seen. She could have sworn she had seen that pain in her grandfather's eyes long ago when he had told her about the war. Victor didn't look that old, maybe in his late thirties, early forties. But those eyes looked ancient. She leaned into the water and wrapped her arms around herself. She felt like she could almost pretend they were his arms holding her together.
As she got dressed for bed, she suddenly realized something. That had been the first time in three years she had closed her eyes and not seen David's mangled body. "Oh my God," she thanked God out loud as her revelation washed over her. She was finally beginning to feel healing taking place within her. She was finally healing. She smiled bigger than she had in years at that very moment. She was thinking of David and did not want to curl into a ball and cry. "Yes!" She threw her arms up in celebration, but quickly brought them back down as she realized her ribs hated her. She continued to smile as she crawled into bed. Her heart was not breaking as she laid her head on both pillows, and it felt amazing to just lie down and feel completely at peace. She rolled over to see the clock and laughed when she saw it was 1:00 o'clock in the morning. She decided today was definitely a sick day. Carrie closed her eyes to feel the sweet embrace of sleep take her away. Her body was so tired it refused to be plagued by one dream that night.
Victor watched her from outside her window. He had to know she got in safely. He also knew he was taking this a bit too far. He should be wishing she had collapsed on her way to her room and died from exhaustion. If she were dead at least he wouldn't have to feel so weak. He had seen her bruised body as she pressed her fingers against the battered flesh, and he had wanted nothing more than to press his body to hers until the pain went away. It was actually causing him physical pain to watch her. She wasn't even a mutant. She was a weak…no she wasn't weak at all. He couldn't even lie to himself to make him feel better. She had faced him head on. She had tried to fight off multiple assholes, and didn't even have mutant ability. She was just Carrie, but she had faced them head on. When did he start calling her by name? Why had he told her his name?
Victor jumped off of the ledge four stories up and landed on the street below her apartment. He gave one last look back at that dark window and knew she held something over him. He would be coming back to that window. He knew he couldn't stay away from her. He let a low growl slip from his throat at his complete weakness for this woman.
---Please review if you are in to the story. If you are not in to the story let me know too or just stop reading it. Haha! Just kidding…sort of.
