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Chapter 7

Carrie's mind drifted in and out of consciousness. She knew she was safe, but she had no clue what was going on around her. The last thing she could remember was a gunshot and then falling into safe, bloody arms. She felt as if she were dreaming as street signs and car lights zipped past her line of blurry vision. Was she dying? Were the strong arms, holding her gently against a broad, muscular chest, the arms of an angel? Groggily she lifted her hand to touch the face of her savior, only to have the savior turn his face away from her. It must be an angel then, because humans can not touch the faces of angels…right? Carrie's head began to scream as she tried to bring focus into her surroundings. Her head was aching so badly it felt as if it wanted to leap out of her skull, but she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, she needed to know what was going on. She unsuccessfully tried to read the street signs as they passed her line of vision, but only created more pain in her brain from trying to focus. Finally, she decided it was best she simply allow this angel to take her where it must. It had a job to do, and she didn't want to be the person to mess it up for him.

Victor stared down at the bloody mess of a woman in his arms only to quickly avert his eyes in shame and disgust. He never meant for any of this to happen. He had held her in his arms hours after the horrible nightmare had ended. He figured she had passed out from the shock of it all, and he thanked The Almighty for that one blessed miracle. He couldn't bring himself to look at her though. Even when he heard the sirens and made his escape out of the window of the building with her securely in his grasp, he still did not look at the broken woman in his arms. Her body rested gently against his chest as he began the trek back to her apartment. He held her so tightly at one point he just knew he had caused her damage, but no, she was very much in tact. He watched as her eyes blearily looked up into his. His breath caught in his throat as her hand came up to touch his bloodied cheek. He painfully turned his head away from the gentle touch of the woman he longed for with everything he had. He didn't deserve to be touched by her.

He finally saw her building in sight and looked at the two ways into the building. Usually he would simply shimmy up the fire escape to her window, but as he looked down at the barely conscious woman in his arms he thought of a better idea. Shifting Carrie a little in his grasp, Victor gave himself a free hand and pressed every single call button by the door. As he listened to all of the screams coming from the box, he faintly smiled as he uttered the one word that would get any person to open their door fearfully, "Police!". He chuckled to himself as he heard the click from the door in front of him. His smile began to fade as the woman in his arms shifted to look up at him. His heart ached and his stomach wrenched as she graced him with a lucid smile. God, this whole situation would catch up with her in a matter of moments, and her entire world will come crashing down on her again. But this time he knew he had to be there for that moment. He opened the door to her apartment and gently placed her on her soft mattress. He sat down at the edge to the bed and watched her as she fought to keep the sleep at bay. He knew she needed it, and he was not about to disturb her. He stood up from the bed and started to head for the chair a few feet away, when he heard a groan. He looked over to see Carrie holding a hand out in his direction. He closed his eyes to capture the image forever. She was simply holding a hand out for him. She wanted him to be a source of comfort for her. He gently grasped her fingers in his own and felt her gently tug him down to the mattress. As he lay down on the warm mattress, Carrie wrapped an arm around his torso and laid her tear stained face against his arm. Victor was at a loss. He knew once she regained consciousness he would have to deal with the reality of everything that just took place, but until then he would hold her until she no longer wanted him to. He wrapped his arm around her waist securing her to his side, placed his other hand over hers on his torso, and thought of the inevitable heartbreak to come.

Carrie felt her body slowly beginning to obey her commands. She could feel the haze drifting out of her eyes, and the blissful carefree oblivion pulling away from her. She used her hands to access the situation at the moment. She moved her fingers over a broad chest and felt a sticky wetness covering the area. She became aware of nails gently stroking the outside of her thigh. She decided she needed to open her eyes to get a better view of what was happening. Slowly but surely Carrie opened her dreary eyes. Her eyes followed the path her hands had been taking down a Bloody chest! Her breath caught in her throat as she gasped at the macabre scene in front of her. Victor's chest was covered in blood, his hair was matted with more blood, and his whole body reeked of violence and death. Carrie could barely contain her screams with her hands as the whole scene from last night pushed itself roughly from the depths of her mind. She saw David's eyes as he told her he had never loved her. She muffled another scream as she remembered shooting Victor with a gun she had aimed at her "dead" husband's head. She had shot Victor! She shot him! Carrie stumbled away from the bed and pressed herself against the wall to steady her body and crumbled to the ground. She watched as Victor slowly sat up from the bed to watch her emotional break down. Her hand shot up to stop him from getting any closer to her. "I shot you in the chest!" Her voice was shrieking to be heard over the sound of her own sobs. "I...I shot you!" She sobbed out in anguish as Victor began to slowly walk towards her. Through her tears she could see how he looked almost frightened at the scene in front of him. His black eyes didn't even blink as he approached her, as if one unsteady movement would break her forever.

He hated watching this. His heart felt as if she was stabbing a knife into it as she brought her hand up to ward him off. Her eyes were filled to the brim with the fear surrounding her. She was consumed by grief and fear. The grief and fear he brought into her life. If he had of just let her be, this would have never happened. She could be living happily with another man. His heart twisted at that thought. She shouldn't be drowning in grief and fear in a room with a known murderer. She should be happy, and as he stood there watching the scene unfold before him, he knew he could never make her happy. He could never give her the love she truly deserved. He could feel his heart twisting and stabbing through his chest. He slowly knelt before the distraught angel in front of him. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't leave her like this. He slowly brought his hand up to grasp the hand held out in front of her, recalling how just hours before she had pulled him to her. Now he was trying to not allow her to push him away. "Carrie…" He was surprised at the gentleness of his own voice in that moment. "Carrie, look at me…" He watched with baited breath as she turned her drowning eyes to stare at him. "Carrie…I…" What could he say to her to make the situation better? His mind was screaming at him to say something, but he knew there was absolutely nothing he could say to take away the pain and betrayal behind those beautiful hazel eyes. He slowly reached out a hand and stroked away the tears on her cheek. Her eyes did not change. She appeared as if she was allowing her body to numb. He panicked at this revelation. He couldn't let her do that to herself. Her soul was a fire he wished he could match and watching her try to numb herself away from that blazing inferno was tearing his heart apart. "Carrie, please look at me!" She refused his eyes the pain of seeing her push away all emotion in her soul.

Finally, in desperation, Victor grabbed Carrie's face and brought it towards his own. He watched the shock melt away as she grasped hold of the situation again, and then watched as the pain turned to the anger welling up inside of her. Her eyes burned with fury as the memory of betrayal returned full force. Her shrieking came first, then the fists pounding at every inch of Victor's body. She lashed out screaming profanities at the top of her voice. "Bastard! You stupid bastard…" More sobs wracked her body every time she made contact with Victor's chest. She began to feel the pain subsiding as she slowly looked up into Victor's eyes. She couldn't be angry with him, as hard as she tried, she could not bring herself to hate him like she wanted to. She was just so tired of the pain David caused her. Both of his deaths were at her expense. David had caused her to shoot the man she loved, more than her own life, and now she was taking that anger out on him.

Carrie, finally exhausted from her rage, looked up into Victor's eyes to see the guilt radiating inside of them. Moving towards him slowly, Carrie placed her hands on each side of his face then leaned forward to gently claim his lips. She gasped as she felt him pull her body against his own in an unbridled passionate embrace. His lips caressed hers with a gentleness only seen in a lover. He pushed every bit of strength he had into that kiss. His arms held her to him as he tried to kiss away every bit of pain inside of her. He felt her arms wrap around his back and her nails began to scrape through his matted mane of hair. He moaned her name as she pressed her body further into his. She was drawing that comfort out of him any way she knew how. His heart ached when he remembered what he needed to do. He had to do this for her before it was too late. "Carrie,…wait." God her body felt so good. If he held her any longer he knew he could never let her go. He felt her moan into his mouth and felt his resolve twist away for a split second. Victor used every bit of strength he had to gently push her away from his aching body. As he pushed her away, he dared to stare into the desperate longing in those hazel eyes. They were dark with a passion meant only for him. He felt his body jolt with the pain of his next two words. "We can't."

He watched in horror as her body begin to shake uncontrollably from unshed sobs. "Why?!"

That single word was uttered with so much pain behind it he was surprised he still had the strength to look back into her eyes. He had to let her go. He would only continue to hurt her. She had no idea what he was capable of, and the man he truly was. "Carrie, look at your self. You don't deserve to have all this pain, and that is all I will ever cause you!"

"Victor, your presence makes the pain go away." She grasped the front of his shirt in a feeble attempt to get him to understand the shelter she finds in his arms. "I am falling apart, but you just being here, touching me, holding me is making that pain subside. Please don't push me away." Silent tears began to fall down her already raw cheeks. "Victor, I…I love you." She gasped when she felt him move away from her as if she were deadly. Her hands dropped to her sides in anticipation for a response.

He felt like she had burned him. He felt that warmth spread throughout his body at her declaration. She loved him. Why? What would posses her to do such a thing? He stood staring at her as it suddenly hit him. He loved her too; with everything in his body he loved her. He gripped the wall in an effort to keep himself from collapsing back into her arms. He had to do this the hard way. He felt his breath hitch for split second at the realization he had to break her further to give her the happiness she deserved. "You have no idea what love is Carrie. The man you thought loved you tried to kill you. You really think you love me? What makes you think I won't do the same?" His voice was steady as he watched the words cut through her exposed heart. She had exposed everything to him, and he had to rip it apart so she would stop loving him. He turned his head to hide the pain written all over his face. Then he reached down and pulled out Sabretooth, the only thing strong enough to break this woman. "I am a murderer Carrie, an assassin. I kill people not because I have to but because I love the feeling of watching the life drain from their useless bodies."

He closed his eyes at the scream that he knew was inevitable, but as he slowly opened them back up all he saw was her. She was standing right in front of him, looking up at him through red- rimmed, hazel eyes. "No, you're not." He stared in complete shock as she laid a gentle hand against his cheek. "Please don't do this to me. I need you to pull your head out of your ass and be the man I know you are." Her other hand reached up to cup his other cheek as she tried desperately to keep her composure in check. She could feel him pulling away from her, and it hurt worse than David's death ever did. "Please…Victor."

"My name is Sabretooth." He used every bit of anger built up in his system to push her away. He held her by her wrists but she refused to be pushed away.

"No, your name is Victor Creed! Please don't do this!" She was trying with everything in her to hold him. She knew if she could just hold him he would stop this madness. Victor was hanging on by a thread and the only way to stop this was to allow Sabretooth complete control, but he could not cause her that pain. He had to get out of there. He felt her pushing to hold him, and with everything he had he pushed her away. He watched as her body slammed against the wall and her eyes shot up into his with an anger that could rival Sabretooth's. He felt his control slipping away when she started back for more. "You really think after everything we have been through a push would get rid of me!" He watched that fire return to her eyes. That burning that promised to consume him if he really wanted it.

With the last bit of his resolve Victor Creed grabbed Carrie in the most viscous, passionate kiss he could bestow on a woman. He raked his fangs against her lips causing them to begin to bleed, but he merely licked it away causing her entire being to shutter from the sensuality of it. And with one last growl of frustration Victor pressed himself against Carrie and breathed in her scent, memorizing her forever. Pulling away from her he planted one last chaste kiss on her red lips, forcing himself not to utter the one phrase which would cause her to hang on forever, and then he bolted through her open window. He landed gracefully on the ground and took off into the night howling from the pain ripping through his heart.

Carrie put a shaky hand against the wall basking in the confession he had just given her through that kiss. He had left her. He was gone. She rushed to the window and looked out in a feeble attempt to see his figure, but it was hopeless. Her strength left with Victor and now all she felt was lost. She wanted to scream at him through her window. She wanted him to hear her angry sobs, but she could not hate him for his decision. She was foolish for ever falling for a man as untamed as Victor Creed. But no matter how foolish it was she would never stop loving him or regret that love.

After a few hours, Carrie finally pulled herself off the floor and began dragging her body to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror which only served to cause her more pain. Her lips were still swollen from the kiss. The blood had long since dried up and was now caked onto her chin. Turning on the shower, Carrie took off her bloodied clothes and proceeded to step into the freezing torrent of water. She felt herself gasp at the shock of the cold, but sat down in it to let the water wash away the shock of the day's events. She watched with morbid fascination as the caked blood in her hair was sucked up by the drain. The blood began to spin around the drain and then it was gone leaving nothing but clear water in its wake. She wished she could see the pain drain from her body and flow into the drain as easily. Carrie stayed in the shower so long she soon felt the cold diminishing leaving only warm water to claim her broken body. She finally grew tired of the warmth covering her body and climbed out of the shower. She picked up a towel and half heartedly dried off. Carrie then collapsed onto her bed with her hair still wet and the towel falling off her damp body. She rolled over only to be bombarded by Victor's scent. Carrie felt the tears pooling into her eyes, but could not bring up the strength to cry anymore. She grabbed the pillow which smelled the strongest of him and pulled it as close to her naked body as she could get it. As she lay there with his smell surrounding her, she could almost feel his soft breath in her hair comforting her until sleep finally took her.

You hold me without touch

You keep me without chains

I never wanted anything so much

Than to drown in your love and not feel your rain

Set me free, leave me be

I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity

Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be

You're onto me and all over me

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---That song is Gravity by Sarah Bareilles and I felt it captured this chapter perfectly.

----Sorry again that it took so long just needed the inspiration you know

-----So are they going to be together or not? Guess you will have to find out. I know I put a lot of drama in this, but I don't have any of my own so I feel the need to put it in here. Haha!

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