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This chapter is short, but I'm trying to update as often as possible. My last final for this semester was yesterday, so my schedule is a little more open to write for a while. :)
Ringtones:
Zoe from Vic: E.T.- Katy Perry
Victor from Zoe: Ride- Rob Zombie
Victor from Mystique: Little Piggy- Rob Zombie
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The Lady Mage
Disclaimer: Don't own it or this would be a movie instead of a fanfiction.
"Come on..." Zoe whispered, smiling down at the tiny cub laying beside her. The pretty feral lay on her side curled around their cub atop their bed of furs. Sari kicked her legs excitedly, awake and alert. "My sweet cub." Zee brought her hand up and gave the baby a gentle tickle on her belly. "Come on, baby. Smile for your Papa..."
Victor laid on the other side of his family so that Sari was comfortable sandwiched between her parents, his head propped up on his fist so he could watch his daughter. His cub's eyes- his eyes- peered up at him inquisitively, and he couldn't resist flashing his fangs at her. Toothless, the cub mirrored his expression, curling her top lip back to reveal the fleshy gums behind.
Zoe laughed lightly, but poked his chest with one finger. "I'm trying to get her to smile for you," she said softly, playfully, "Not hiss and spit like a slighted kitten." She flashed him that sexy little half-smirk he loved, telling him she was more amused than displeased, and that if he continued with his current behavior she may just have to punish him for it later.
Not that he minded. He'd have her panting beneath him, writhing against him, her body deep in the throes of passion, until she forgot whatever it was he was to be punished for. Victor smirked, his eyes dark as he watched her. He could pounce on her and she would have him right then and there- any who heard be damned.
The redhead rolled her blue eyes, turning her attention back to her baby. "My poor little kitten." she murmured softly. "Just look at who I've chosen as your father. I think I've damned the both of us." She teased.
His chuckle turned into a laugh, and Sari finally let out a big smile. When he looked down at her, she cooed up at him, her tiny arms waving excitedly in the air. The baby kicked her legs, wiggling between her parents. "Damned, my fat foot." he said to his cub, running the back of one claw down her soft cheek. "You tell yer Maman that as long as Papa is here ain't nothin' gonna be able ta hurt either one of you." He dipped his head down and rubbed his chin along her forehead, scenting her. "You're safe, cub."
Zoe's pleased purr rewarded him, and he leaned up to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Mon amant." She gave him another sexy smirk. "Promise?"
"Promise." he returned, pulling her closer to him, pressing his lips to her neck. Beneath his lips, her skin turned ice cold. The scent of her blood hit him in the nose like a sharp left hook, burning down his throat. She fell back away from him, and he frowned in confusion as he tasted blood in his mouth. Turning his eyes down to her, he opened his mouth to ask her what the fuck that had been about, but the words choked in his throat.
Blood stained the furs they lay on, soaking and matting the wolf pelts she'd sewn into blankets. Zoe's face was turned away from him, revealing the messy wound on her neck, her throat torn open. He sat up, chilled to the core, staring without understanding.
'What? But.. Sari?!' Victor snapped his head down, looking for his cub where she had laid next to her mother, and immediately wished he hadn't. The infant was as broken as her Maman, her life ended the same way, her eyes- his eyes- staring lifelessly up to the ceiling.
He reached his hand out to his broken cub, then snapped it back to see the blood that stained it.
"What did I-"
*-LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT DO YOU SEE? YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT DEATH WHEN YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT ME- LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT SHOULD YOU DO? I AM THE DEVIL AND I'M COMIN' FOR YOU... LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT DO YOU-*
Victor sat up with a roar, clawing through the outer layer of the sleeping bag as though it were some spectre trying to keep him pinned down against the cooling bodies of his dead mate and cub. Sitting up in the pitch black room, naked now amid the shreds of what had been his bed, lucidity slowly returned to him. He was in Canada. He was in his old piece of shit cabin. He wasn't covered in blood. His mate and cub were not here- alive or dead.
*-LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT DO YOU SEE? YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT DEATH WHEN YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT ME- LITTLE PIGGY-*
Jerking around, the feral grabbed his satophone. He recognized the ringtone, but couldn't give a shit what the fucking metamorph wanted. He sent the call to voicemail, and quickly clicked open his files, searching through his phone. After a few seconds, he found what he was searching for, and pulled it up to fill the screen.
His Zee, his Sari, filled the screen, sitting in the rocking chair in the school. The sight of it helped his heart to slow its rapid beating. He re-imprinted the picture to memory- Zee nursing their daughter, happy, healthy, whole- his shirt, his name over his mate's breast, his daughter's head- his cub's eyes shut as she drank from his mate's breast. Zee was safe- she was happy. She was in no danger. His cub was safe- she was happy. She was in no danger.
The sight of their bodies still burned behind his eyes. "FUCK!" He could still taste the phantom flavor of their blood. "FUCK!"
*-LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT DO YOU SEE? YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT DEATH WHEN YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT ME-*
Hanging up on Mystique again, he quickly dialed Zoe's number, cursing when he had to redial it three times to get it right. He counted the rings- counted too many, jerking out of his bedding to grab some jeans.
"Hello? Victor?" Her voice was tired, but as melodic as any symphony in his ear. His heart immediately lurched, a feeling akin to guilt rising up to mingle with the fear, disgust, disbelief, anger- and sweet relief. "Victor?"
"Zee?" His voice came out in a rough croak.
"My love," Zoe's voice was concerned, the last hint of grogginess bled from it. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." he answered, his voice more gruff than he meant it to be. "Where is the cub? Where is Sari?"
He could practically hear her scowl. "She's in the bed with me."
In the background, he could hear the blankets shift and mattress creak. Another voice joined his mate's. "Zee? What's wrong?"
"Who the fuck is that?!"
"It's Ororo." answered Zoe, her voice gentle, appeasing. "It's just us and Sari." She spoke away from the phone. "Go back to sleep, mon moka- it's nothing."
Another blanket moved, the mattress again creaked, and he could hear his mate putting the phone to her shoulder while moving something else. After a few seconds, he heard the soft whimpers of his cub. Finally, his heartbeat settled back to its normal rhythm and he let out a relieved sigh. They were both alive and safe. He hadn't hurt them.
"Victor, vous m'effrayez." See murmured softly. "What is wrong?"
He stayed silent, listening to his cub's soft whimpers. "Nothing is wrong." he answered softly after a few tense moments. "Nothing at all." Sari let out a little grunt, and he smiled. "Everything is fine. I... just wanted to check on you both."
"You startled me." she whispered into the phone, her voice barely audible over the sounds of his cub and the creaking rocking chair. "I thought you may have been in trouble or hurt... Don't do that to me!"
He winced, hearing her breath shudder in her throat. He didn't want her to cry. 'Bout scare the living fuck outta yourself, then scare the holy fuck outta your mate. Great fuckin job, old man.' "Liebchen..." He tried to sound soothing, "Ich bin traurig. Ich bedeutete dich ze erschrecken." (Love. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.)
"I know." she mumbled, trying to chuckle. "But with everything that has happened..."
"Nicht schreien. Bitte."
"Ich nicht. We're fine- Ro, quit!" His mate managed a small chuckle.
"What is going on over there?" he half-growled. 'What the fuck? What the fuck did she do that she's gotta quit while I'm on the phone?!' He pulled his phone away to look at the digital clock. 'What the fuck is that white-haired bitch doing in there at three in the morning?... Hey, that bitch sounded like she was asleep in there!'
"Hey, made you laugh." Ororo's voice sounded amused but sleepy. "Is your Sabretooth alive?"
"Yes, he is alive." returned his mate. "I'd be doing far more than sitting here tearing up if I learned he were..."
"Eh-hem." Victor cleared his throat. "I have a name." He snorted. "Zee, do you mind telling me what the fuck that woman is doing in there?"
He heard Zee snicker, and it only angered him, sending his mind racing into even dirtier thoughts than originally conceived. "What do you think, my love?" she asked coyly.
'Alright now...' Without a growl, he spoke just as coyly. "I'm thinking you better test out the video recording on that camera-phone." She chuckled at him, and his scowl deepened. "Zee..."
"Calm, mein lieb." The redheaded feral purred, sending shivers down his spine. "I had another nightmare... like at home. Ororo keeps me company. Like Myst once did." She continued to purr in her momentary silence, giggling when he grunted. "How could you think such a thing of me?" she teased. "Dass dein Korper leicht ersetzt wird?" (That your body is so easily replaced?)
"I know it isn't." A snort. "But you sure as fuck ain't exactly talkin' me into growlin' for you."
"Victor!...Sie wenn knurren... ich liebe es." she purred. "Why not? Bitte?"
"Nein."
"Bitte, Vic?"
He scowled darkly. "Nein, Zee."
"Bitte..."
"Nein!"
"Mein Liebe, fur mich knurren... Bitte."
"Nein, Zee!" he hissed.
"Close.. please?" He could hear the tease in her voice, toying with him like a cat with its prize mouse. "Maybe I could play it for Ororo and see if it gives her the same effects it does me?"
He couldn't help it. He let out a loud growl. "ALRIGHT NOW, DAMNIT-"
"There- now doesn't that feel better?"
The air left his lungs, leaving him feeling deflated. "Mother fuck."
"That's the idea." Zoe giggled again. "Sari's asleep again, babe. I'm going back to bed."
"Yeah, I bet you are." His phone vibrated against his ear as another call rang in. "I'll call you later then."
"Okay. Goodnight, my Victor."
"Yeah, yeah..."
Zoe kissed the phone before disconnecting, leaving him in silence.
Almost.
*-LITTLE PIGGY, LITTLE PIGGY, WHAT DO YOU-*
The tall blonde feral rolled his eyes, looking back down at his phone. So the blue broad was still alive after all. He took a deep breath, psyching himself up for the pain that always was talking to his pseudo sister-in-law instead of doing what he really wanted- imagined alone time with just his mate and that white-haired woman, both of them moaning beneath him.
Instead, he clicked the answer button. "Yeah?" he growled.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, asshole?" Mystique's voice hissed through the phone line. "Why the fuck did you hang up on-"
Rolling his eyes, Victor disconnected her- half out of spite for the nagging blue bitch yelling over the phone, and half just for his own amusement. He almost chuckled, setting the phone down next to him to free up his hands. The room was growling cold, and the fire was almost out, so he tossed a few logs into the fireplace. In the midst of his stirring the fire back to life, his phone rang again. He settled back onto his haunches to answer it. "Hello?"
"Alright-" He could hear the poison in her voice. "Hello, Victor."
"Hello, Myst."
"You're alive, I see."
"Back at'cha." He smirked to himself. "I see you survived."
"Oh, about that, Victor," she paused, "Thank you so VERY FUCKING MUCH FOR LEAVING ME THERE YOU SON OF-"
*-click-*
If she wanted to talk to him, by God, she could do it in a civil tone of voice. Otherwise, she could go fuck herself. Zee wasn't here, unfortunately, and he couldn't give a fuck about what Mystique was doing- not with the thought of his mate and the weather witch sharing a bed in New York so fresh on his mind. Zoe had claimed it was innocent, and he did tend to believe her... of course, he didn't have to tell his imagination that...
Just as his thoughts were getting interesting again, his phone chimed back to life. With a bothered roll of his eyes, he answered. "Yes?"
"Is Zee alive? The baby?"
"Of course they are!"
He heard her relieved sigh. "Where are they? Are they with you?"
"No. Not with me."
"Then where?"
"Safe. Where are you?"
"Washington. Does Zee have her phone?"
"Where in Washington?"
"Don't you watch the news?"
"No."
She grunted. "Gods, Vic. I've been taking Senator Kelley's position. After I got out of the hospital, that is."
"Hospital?" He scowled at the surprise in his voice.
"Yeah."
Her voice was beginning to become irritated again, but he let it slide for curiosity's sake. "What the fuck were you doing in the hospital?"
The sound from her throat was a growl to make any feral proud. "Stabbed. Wolverine. Mother-fuck, Vic!"
"What?" he chuckled darkly, "I had more important shit on my agenda than babysitting your scaly, blue ass- namely trying to keep your fucking boyfriend alive." He switched ears with his phone, tucking his hair back. "That one-eyed mother fucker shot my ass off the statue. I stuck around a little while after swimming to shore- looked for you, Warts, Eric. Had to get back to Zee and the cub before long."
"And they're fine, right? You said they were safe. Where did you hide them?"
"They're down in West Chester." he answered with a dissatisfied grunt. "With the little XMen."
"With the XMen?"
"Eric is the one who told me to take them there." he growled. "She wanted to trust him so I fucking let her. They're safe down there. Who's going to look for an unknown mutant terrorist's unknown wide in a school?"
Mystique was silent for a few moments. "I heard about Warts."
"Oh." Victor scratched the hair on his chin. "Yeah."
"They actually gave him a proper-"
In the backgroud, he heard the creak of a door opening wide, and the shuffling of papers on a table. "Honey, are you coming to bed?" asked a female voice.
Senator Kelly's voice answered her. "Yes, dear. In just a moment. I'm almost through- just one last minute call to the head of state... you know how it goes."
"Okay- it's just that it's so late-"
"Honey, you know that what I am doing is very important work here. I will come to bed when I can come to bed- I just have to finish this first."
"Alright, dear. I'll leave the hall light on for you." The door shut with a soft click.
"Fucking nosy bitch." Mystique's voice hissed into the phone. "I think we did that fucking human a favor by killing him!"
The thought to laugh out loud reached him, but his face retained its scowl. He grunted instead.
"Look," Mystique said, her voice uncharacteristically tired, "I just wanted to know if you guys were alive or dead. I better go before that stupid old cow comes back down here... I'll be in touch."
The feral managed a snort and a smile. "Don't fuck around and get your ass killed- Zee'll come after the both of us."
The shape-shifter chuckled. "Okay. Night, Snaggletooth."
"Fuck off, Smurf." He disconnected the call with a soft click, tucking his phone back into his bag beside his torn bedding. Ignoring the pile of rags, he laid back down across it on his stomach, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them. Watching the moonlight glowing across the wall in front of him, he let his mind wander back to... more interesting things... Things like what in the world his mate and her bedpartner could be doing right now...
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