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Chapter 64

Ari P.O.V

"Will you be coming back?" I asked Victor, as I watched him dress.

"I don't know kitten. We may not see each other until you move to America. But we'll still be able to keep in contact. I promise I will call as much as I can." He said. It had been a week since my birthday, and now Victor had to leave. Magneto wanted him to do a job of some sort.

"Are you going straight on the job?" I asked.

"No. I'll go to Genosia, and get the information. I'll tie up a loose end while I'm there, and then I'll be on the job. Chances are, there are actually several that Magneto wants me to do."

I nodded, and looked down at the tangled sheets. I didn't want to go so long without him. A hand slipped under my chin and Victor forced me to look up, so that our eyes met. Victor lowered his lips onto mine, and kissed me deeply. When he pulled away, he lowered his head to my neck, and placed his mouth on the mark. He ran his tongue along it, and then nipped at it. As always, it caused heat to pool between my legs, I moaned.

"You are mine, Arianwen. And I don't let go of what's mine. We'll see each other again. Whether that is in several weeks or months. Good luck with your exams, Kitten." he said softly in my ear.

I nodded, and kissed him once more, before he straightened, turned, and left the room. I sighed, and when I heard the sounds of his bike engine roaring to life, and driving off, I stood, and started getting ready for the day ahead. I had my first exam this afternoon.

No P.O.V

Victor was in a very dark mood when he reached Genosia. He hadn't wanted to leave Arianwen, and definitely not until she moved over to America, but he had to. He dropped off his things, and then got his mission off Magneto. He'd start it soon, but first he had a little unfinished business to tend to, in the form of Edith.

Mort informed him quickly of which cell Edith was being kept in. "She's in a mood though. I think the dark and cold's made her attitude worse. She keeps demanding things from anyone who goes in to give her food. I wouldn't be surprised if she starts to demand you let her go or something when you go in." Mort explained.

Mort's prediction had been right. As soon as he opened the door, Edith was on her feet, demanding to be let out, or at least moved to a nicer cell.

"You won't care where you are once I'm done with you." Victor growled.

That was when Edith recognised him. He radiated the same sense of danger as he had before, but this time, it was ten times worse. Edith backed up to a wall, and tried to look small and insignificant. The end was here for her, and she didn't want it to be. She wanted to live.

A terrified whimper escaped the girl in front of him, and Victor smirked. She knew what was going to happen. He stalked forward, and the girl shrunk in on herself even further.

"Please," she whimpered. "I don't want to die."

"You gave up your right to live, when you murdered my unborn cub, in an attempt to kill my mate."

"I'm sorry!" She screamed, in an attempt to save herself. Maybe if she apologised…

"You're only sorry because you're going to die for what you did." Victor said. She was shaking visibly. He took in a deep breath, and smelt her undiluted fear. Sabertooth came out then, ready to make the frail pay for his mates pain.

He grabbed her by the throat, and slammed her into the wall. He heard a satisfying 'CRACK!' as some bone broke, and the frail cried out in pain. She grabbed at his hand, and tried to pull it away from her throat, leaving light scratches, but nothing to bother him.

"Scream for me." he said. Sabertooth brought up his free hand, and swiped down, causing four long diagonal gouges across her face. She screamed in pain. Had, for some reason, she gotten out, she would be too ashamed to show her face again. The girl was vain. It was one of her weaknesses. Sabertooth dropped her to the floor, and leant over her. He grabbed one of her hands, and proceeded to break every bone in it, and then the rest of her hand. Then he copied it with every bone in her other hand and arm. She kept screaming, and Sabertooth revelled in the sound. He proceeded to break the bones in the frails legs, and then he ran his claws along her arms and legs too, causing more pain to her. He sat back on his haunches and looked at the pathetic thing in front of him. She was moaning in pain, and panting, trying draw in air to her lungs. When he'd slammed her against the wall, he had broken a rib. He could see the damage now.

He grabbed her chin roughly, and forced her to look at him. "You hurt my mate. You killed my cub. This is what happens, to people who cross me. I don't show mercy, frail. You should have stopped at selling Arianwen and the others out. I was going to leave you to them. They may not have killed you. But you crossed the line, and I took the situation into my own hands. You will die today."

Tears filled the frails eyes from a mixture of pain and fear, and spilled over. Sabertooth licked her blood off his fingers, making her watch. Making sure she knew that he was enjoying dragging out her death. That he enjoyed causing her pain. Then, he tore her t-shirt, and ran one claw across her stomach, drawing a line of blood. She whimpered.

"No one will miss you. You, are nothing more than a pathetic whore." With that, he plunged his hand into her stomach, and twisted. When he removed his hand, he stood up, and watched her bleed. The moment she drew her final breath, and her eyes dimmed, Sabertooth nodded. It was done, and now he had a job to do. Someone else could dispose of the body.

A/N: So there it was, the death of Edith. Please review, I do like reviews. And if you have any ideas for the story, I'd happily look over them and see if I like them. If I do, then I'll gladley put them in the story.