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Chapter 6

Carrie woke up the next morning groggy and unsatisfied with her night's sleep. The only comforting thoughts she could fathom were that today was Saturday and Victor would be coming over that night. She decided she would shower off the crappy night's sleep, clean the apartment, do a bit of the work she brought home, and then get some more sleep before Victor came over. Carrie dragged herself to her shower and tried to wash away the horrible night before. She couldn't wait for Victor to get there.

She recalled one reason she could not sleep was her nagging emotions eating away at her. She had spent most of the night trying to come to terms with how she felt about Victor. She had chunked it down to: she loved being with him, he made her laugh, and he did things to her body David never could have done. Then the cons: she knew nothing about his past, he was extremely shady, and a bit on the unpredictable side. She still couldn't figure out if she liked the unpredictability or despised it.

After going over all of her thoughts from the night before, Carrie decided she should start cleaning if she was going to get every thing done before Victor arrived. She pulled her long hair back into a sloppy pony tail, as she made her way over to the supplies under her sink. As she opened the cupboard, she realized she was completely out of almost all of her cleaning supplies. "Well, better add a trip to the supermarket to the list." She sighed to herself as she got on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door.

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Victor stood on the ledge of his apartment building looking out over the city. He had made his way up there after the talk with David the night before. He knew he needed to clear his head if he was going to do this right. "Carrie…" He allowed himself to merely whisper her name. He shouldn't even be allowed to think it, let alone say it out loud. But he knew after tonight there was no going back. He would be the animal for the rest of his god forsaken life, and no one like that deserved what she was offering. He had allowed his heart to soften for the last time and now it was frozen solid wrapped in a steal cage of hate.

He went over the last of the details in his head. He was going to enter the building as stealthily as possible and get into his office. Walter Luvitts always worked on Saturdays, because he didn't do any work during the week. He let his mind wander to the first time he had met Carrie in that elevator. He smiled to himself as he remembered her excessive ranting over the guy. God, he could not stop thinking about her. He had really let her do a number on him. He closed his eyes and could smell her unique scent of cinnamon and warmth. He would always carry her around with him in the back of his mind. He would allow the thought of her, during only the darkest of times. He thought about how she would be waiting for him tonight by her window. She might wait for him for awhile, but she would eventually move on and find someone who could love her the way she needed to be loved. Maybe, one day he would check up on her and see how she was doing. No, he could never let his heart go through that again.

Victor let his eyes rove over the city, as the morning sun turned into noon then slowly melted into the redness of the evening. He savored the beauty of the red sky and thought how it reminded him of her hair, wild and strong, just like the sky. He would never say her name again.

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Carrie got home just in time to start working on the cleaning. She dusted, swept, mopped, and scrubbed. She had done quite a number on that apartment, and as a second thought, she had taken all of David's things and put them away. She opened her window to let the cool, night air wash over her tired body. She was moving on, and it was all thanks to Victor Creed. She let her mind wander to the man who had successfully pulled her outside of herself. His dark eyes had watched her grow from a woman so wrapped up in her own problems she had failed to see the pain of those around her. Those strong arms had held her up as she struggled with the self loathing that came with that knowledge. And his lips had sealed her fate to be forever faithful to that man. She smiled as she went over what she would say to him that night. She walked over to the mirror to practice. "Vic…" As a last thought she pulled her hair down to give herself a better angle. "Victor, I know I told you last night neither one of us is ready for such a big step. But…I slept on it last night, and I quite honestly can't picture my life without you. I want you to know I am willing to wait if you're not ready, but I will let you know I am ready to take on whatever the world has in store, because…I think I'm in love with you." She gave one last look in the mirror and frowned at her messy attire. She figured she better look a little better than this, if she was going to bare her soul to a known felon.

Carrie jumped out of the second shower of the day and walked over to her lap top. She figured she might as well get started on her stuff from work before Victor plowed in. As Carrie sat down at her little computer desk to get started, she realized she had left everything she was supposed to finish this weekend in her office. She hated going back into work on the weekends, "Great, just great." Carrie got up in a huff and threw on her jacket. She remembered how her boss always worked on the weekends, so she figured she could make a quick trip up there, grab her work, and be back before Victor. It would be a piece of cake. Carrie grabbed her work badge and headed out the door. At least, it was a pretty evening. Carrie watched the sun make its last hurrah before disappearing behind the high rise buildings.

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"Damn it!" Walter Luvitts cursed, as he attempted to correct another error missed by his 'reliable' accountants. "Where is all this money going?" He checked it over again and still couldn't find how they had lost a $4 million account. He figured someone was going to have a horrible day finding a new job on Monday. He took one last, meaningless look at the computer screen and decided to take a break. Walter stood and stretched his back. He figured a coke would give him some new found energy. As Walter left the office, he failed to see two slightly glowing eyes outside his office's darkened window.

Walter was walking back into his office, with a cold drink in his hand, when he noticed the eerie feeling of someone watching him pricking at his mind. He ran into his office and shut the door behind him, just in case someone was following him. He gave a sigh of relief; as he turned to face his desk, only to suck it back in again. In his desk chair sat a man of medium height, with fierce blue eyes, and a smug grin on his face. "Da…Dav…David! What are you doing in my office?" Walter could barely breathe as the sight of the arrogant man in front of him sunk in.

"Walter, you really think you could just skip town and forget all about us?" David's grin grew even wider as the dangerous man, known as Sabretooth, tore himself from the comforting shadows to eclipse the terrified Walter.

"David, please. I paid you in full, after you killed my father." Walter's voice began to take on the desperate pleading, common to those who knew they were fixing to meet their demise.

"Oh, we know Walter. You just forgot about the interest you owe us."

"Interest? What Interest?" Walter wanted to sound indignant and angry, but it was all coming out as whiney and terrified.

"You're a billionaire Walter. You figure it out."

Sabretooth began stalking toward the terrified man, as he felt the man's terror flood his senses. He could smell it pooling off of the man, and it was beginning to overwhelm him. He wanted to tear into the man's pitiful flesh and listen to him cry out as blood filled his nostrils.

"Look, David, call of your buddy here, and I'm sure we can work something out." Walter was backed into the wall with his hands held out in front of him in a feeble attempt to ward off the evil approaching him.

"Why would I want to work out anything with you? You left all of your accounts open for me to look for myself." David gave a sideway's grin to the man panicking in the corner. David couldn't control the laugh that escaped his throat, as his statement registered on Walter's face. All of his information was on the computer screen in front of David. "I appreciate the attempt though. You were always a fun associate, Walter. Victor, could you do the honors."

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Carrie was making her way up the stairs as terrified screams reached her ears. All of her basic instincts, telling her to run, were ignored as she climbed the last flight of stairs. "I'm coming!" Carrie ran towards the sound of choking screams, as fast as her small body could carry her. She stood outside her boss's closed door, as she realized this is where the screams were coming from. She shook away the fear, put a shaking hand on the handle, and swung open the door. Her body went slack as she watched her boss gag on his own blood, while being lifted up a wall by one clawed hand. She covered her mouth to prevent the screams pushing to the surface. She watched with horror as her boss was then flung against the opposite wall of the room to slowly die. She watched Walter take a few shuddering breaths and then silence. Carrie gripped the wall, when she finally looked up to find her boss's killer.

Victor, finally purged of his need to kill, stared at the terrified woman in the doorway. Neither said a word as Carrie turned and emptied her stomach on the floor. David was jerked from his work at the computer, at the sound of a woman sobbing through her vomit. "What is it now? I was just sending all the money..." David's mouth dropped at the sight of his staggering wife. He watched on with a mix of pity and arrogance as recognition flooded her eyes.

"What the hell is this?" Her voice was only a pained whisper, as she stared into her 'dead' husband's face.

"Well, this sucks. Don't it Vic?" David shook his head at the stupidity of his lost wife. "Will you take care of her Vic? I am almost done with this, and there is no point to witnesses."

"No." Victor's voice was low, and dangerous. David looked up from the computer at his associate's blatant refusal.

"Excuse me…"

"Victor, what is this?" Both were pulled out of there tiff as the sickly woman in front of them staggered further into the room.

"Wait, how does she know you? Oh my God! She is the woman you have been seeing!" David was a jumbled mess of anger and humor. "This is so bizarre!"

"Who are you, cause my husband is dead?" David stared at Carrie as he began to stand from his chair and stalk toward her. He saw the fear in her eyes as she watched her 'dead' husband come to her.

"I am your dead husband and because of your stupidity, I have to kill you."

"She was your wife!" Victor couldn't believe what was transpiring in front of him. He watched as the terrified red-head stood in front of the man she once loved. He watched as tears streamed down her face at the realization that both men she ever cared about were murderers.

"Why David?" Her question was spoken in complete shock at her ex-husband's audacity.

"Because I got tired of you, Carrie." He began to pull his gun from his holster as he continued to crush the woman he had once promised the world to. "Yeah, I enjoyed the sexy body and hair. The sex was nice too, but I just wanted something new." David reached out his hand and ran it through her matted hair.

Carrie pulled away from his touch to lean back against the wall behind her. She wanted to kill this man for doing this to her. Her mind drifted to all of the sleepless nights she had cried over his death. "So all of it was a lie?! I cried over you every night you stupid bastard!" She wanted to claw his heart out when he pointed the barrel of the gun at her.

"Like I said, 'you were a nice lay'. Plus, I needed Victor to 'kill me'", David used his fingers to quote the last two words smugly, "so I could get away from you and continue my work with him. He really is a great assassin." David watched triumphantly as Carrie's eyes drifted towards Victor, but stopped before they could reach his eyes. David smiled at the desperate sadness in Victor's eyes.

"How could you have been so kind to someone you never had feelings for?!" Carrie couldn't understand. He had held her at night and kissed her lips. He had been so loving to her.

"Oh sweetheart," Carrie's eyes turned deadly at David's condescending tone, "my clones were told to cater to your every whim. That's so sweet. You thought they were me." David figured he was probably doing her a favor by killing her. He gave one last look at his lost wife. "By sweethe…." As the words were about to leave his mouth, he felt his entire body being crushed against the wall. Victor had his large hand around David's throat, slowly ending his life.

"You promised not to hurt her, but you broke the deal. That means, I get to break your neck." Victor felt all of the rage building in his body, as David's mouth gaped like a fish. Victor was about to give the final twist of his fingers to end the pathetic man's life, when he felt hundreds of hands grabbing him. With his last bit of strength, David had created hundreds of multiples to pull Victor away.

David fell to the ground the second he felt Victor's hand release his neck. "You tried to kill me you son of a bitch!" David lifted a hand and tenderly touched the bruising flesh. "Guess I have to kill you and your whore girlfriend." David reached for the gun he thought was still in its holster, only to come into contact with emptiness. Just as he remembered dropping it when Victor tackled him, he heard the distinct sound of a gun cocking behind him. David slowly turned to face the woman he had so badly scorned.

"You're not killing anyone." Carrie's eerily, calm voice oozed into David's bones, causing the actual fear of death to reach the forefront of his mind.

"Baby…I"

"I am not your baby!" Carrie knew she looked crazy. Her hair was wild and her eyes were the eyes of a killer. She wanted to see him dead. She wanted him to pay for causing that pain to resurface, for causing new wounds on her already scarred heart.

Victor watched as the innocent woman in front of him allowed herself to be taken over by a killer. He saw himself in her eyes. Those hazel eyes were turning black with hate and that trigger finger was not letting up. He couldn't watch her become what he had become so many years ago.

As David watched Carrie point the gun closer to his head, to guarantee a perfect kill, he forgot all about his multiples surrounding Victor. Victor suddenly felt the clones dispersing around him into thin air. And as the last few multiples surrounding him were pushed off, Victor sprinted towards David with everything he had. Victor felt the bullet slide through his chest as he watched David fall to the ground.

"Victor!!" He heard Carrie scream for him in complete horror. He couldn't tell if she was mad at not killing David or mad at him for stopping her.

David lay on the ground thanking God for allowing him to live. But just as the thankful prayer was about to leave his mouth he once again felt a strong hand wrap around his bruised neck.

Victor picked up the piece of shit man and pounded him against the wall, so he would begin to loose consciousness. "I told you one day I would kill you." And just like that, Victor snapped the man's neck, successfully ending his disgusting life. Victor slumped against the wall, as he touched the bloody wound on his chest.

"Why did you do that?" He looked up to see Carrie's broken body drop the gun to the floor. She looked so confused and lost; all he wanted to do was wrap her in his blood soaked arms.

"Because you're no killer, Carrie. I couldn't watch you turn into me." Carrie looked on with mixed emotions as her now, dead husband's body lay twisted on the ground, and the man she loved sat bleeding against the wall. Without a second thought she fell into his bloody chest. She knew he was a murderer, and once she came to her senses, she would never want to see him again, but at that moment he was her pillar of strength and comfort. She felt his strong arms embrace her and all of the pain came rushing out of her. She began to sob for the lost years of her life. She had wasted so much time on a man who didn't even love her, only to fall in love with a murderer.

Victor held on to the broken shell of a woman, knowing he had to let her go, but not at that moment. He would hold her as long as she needed him too.

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His music's irresistible

Your voice makes my skin crawl

Innocent and pure

I guess you've heard it all before

Mister inaccessible

Will this ever change?

One thing that still remains the same

Is…you're still a picture in a frame

Lost in this world

I even get lost in this song

And when the lights go down

That is where I'll be found

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--Wow, one more chapter after this one.

--I think I will be writing two alternate endings cuz I can't choose which one I want. But the song at the end is Lost by Anouk. It is such a pretty song, but very sad.

--Let me know what you think about this chapter guys! Thanks again to all who have been reviewing. I am so glad you all are reading my story! Thanks and keep on reviewing!