CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE:
Home
~last time~
"I'm' my own person, Victor. I'm not an object." She said, still softly. "Not something to lock up. If you can't see that, Victor Creed, then we've got problems."
~on with the story~
Problems.
Right now, Victor and his animal, so close they were practically one, sensed that they had A LOT of problems. Serious ones. And almost all of them surrounding the one person he would give his life to keep.
So Victor did something he had never done before in his life. He pushed down on his feral side, the side that wanted to jump her and pin her with his teeth, not hurting her but showing her who was dominant, then claiming her for his own. Instead, he tried something else…he tried to find the words.
"Home." He finally said simply.
She blinked at him, startled out of her little fit. "Say what now!?"
"Home. I've never really had a home, frail. Sure, Jimmy was always family, always will be, even when he doesn't remember, but there was a long time when I had to go without him. When he forgot. That house I grew up in," here he barred his fangs in angry memory. "that cellar, with those chains. That wasn't a home. There was only pain.
I've known a lot of pain in my life, mate. A lot of disappointment and more than my fair share of wars. I'm no good with this emotional *&^$, Cassie, but when I found you, I found home, even though it was just pure instinct at first.
And let me tell you, my mate, when a man goes over around two-hundred years, not count'n the ones with Jimmy, with no love, no feeling of belonging, and he suddenly finds 'home' you can be damn well certain he's not going to let it go just like that, that he's going to keep whatever makes his home safe. Whatever makes him remember that he isn't just an animal, that he CAN do some good. Yer my home, Cassie, and I'm not willing to give that up."
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AN: A super-short chapter I know, but very intense.