I am so sorry it's been so long, I have been working on my own works, a novel. I've been throwing everything I've got at this one as I desperately hope to one day get published, but I always seem to hit a writers block wall and decide I hate everything I've written and scrap it all. It seems I've come to this point so this time I've decided to take a step back and carry on with Work Survive Repeat. I am so sorry it's short and if it's a bit disjointed or craply written, it's been far too long and need to re-immerse myself in the characters. Please review or message me with what you think, if I should make any changes etc... Happy reading! x

Chapter 17

"I don't believe you," I said sternly, pursing my lips. Quint turned to look at me, he searched my eyes for pain as I searched in his eyes for truth, but as usual they were as dead as a doornail. I dare say Quint found what he was looking for.

"I wouldn't lie to you Victoria," Quint whispered sincerely.

"But you'll try to kill me, multiple times may I add, but not lie to me?" I scoffed, "You're crazy and sick just like your father," I hissed.

"Keep your voice down!" Quint mumbled as he looked around the office. "I'm not like him Victoria. I promise you that I had no idea he was planning a breeding programme," I shook my head at him, smiling stupidly at myself. The naïve human I used to be would probably would have believed him.

"Please Quint, just fuck off back to daddy," I said sweetly, narrowing my eyes on him. Surprisingly he did as he was told, Quint stalked off down the hallway towards the elevators without another word, he didn't even argue back, cuss or give me the finger, nothing. As I watched him leave a small part of my heart ached a little, like when you eat something too quickly. His words sounded so genuine and I couldn't but doubt whether I had made a mistake in judgement, maybe he was actually being honest with me.

"But Sir she's scared, I just think if we-" Dr Lida begged as she practically chased Dr Lane down towards the labs.

"How many times do I have to tell you Lida, Subject two is not a 'she', Subject two doesn't get scared, it is a monster that will drain you dry in a jiffy. Yes it looks like an innocent little girl, but it far from it, you must remember that," Dr Lane lectured as he walked the hallway.

"Yes I know but Sir if you just take a second to listen, I think she does-"

"There we go with the "she's" again, we are trying to create a cure here Lida, a cure to turn that monster into a little girl, and until a cure is developed, tested and certified, I absolutely cannot slacken off our work. The lives of millions are counting on us doctor, do you understand?" Dr Lane explained. Lida nodded her head in agreement, even though her heart told her not to. Dr Lake looked up from his clipboard of notes to see his son stomping towards him, a face of thunder. Jacob sighed and smiled at the female doctor.

"Please excuse me Lida, Mr Quint and I must talk privately, please carry on with your work, subject two is our highest priority and our best lead to a cure," Dr Lane said charmingly, stepping towards an empty lab. He entered the lab, followed quickly by his son.

"Lock the door," Jacob called over his shoulder in a sarcastically cheery tone. He heard the door click shut behind him, and the lock turn and jam into place. "You found Victoria then?" Dr Lane asked his son, he knew what was coming next just by the expression on Quint's face.

"A breeding programme, really father? You thought you would get Victoria and I to agree to that?" Quint hissed.

"I thought I wouldn't have to make you agree Quint. I was hoping the two of you would hit it off naturally without being forced into it, of course that didn't happen, so here we are," Dr Lane sighed, leaning against the counter top.

"Do you not hear how crazy you sound?" Quint scoffed. "You tried pushing Victoria and I together to further your studies? We may not be human, but that doesn't make us animals either." Dr Lane remained silent as his son ripped into him; Quint's eyes had turned black with rage as he shouted fury at his father. "And what, you would experiment on your own grandchild, a helpless infant, your own flesh and blood?"

"You're my flesh and blood, you're my own child, it's no different," Dr Lane shrugged.

"It's different," Quint hissed, gritting his teeth.

"How so? Think of it Quint, the product of two hybrid Lycans," Dr Lane exclaimed, clearly exhilarated by the idea.

"No! It is different. I had a vindictive father who only ever saw me as a weapon. My children, whether they're Victoria's or not will not be subjected to that."

"Whether they're Victoria's or not? Having second thoughts on our damsel?"

"No, but I am not God, and neither are you, we can't control what goes on around us, even though you give it a damn good try! Tell me; was it coincidence that you hired Victoria? That she uncovered our operation? That I decided not to kill her? Or was it all orchestrated by you?" Quint asked, genuinely unsure of what was real and what was fabricated by his manipulative father.

"No, that was all you and her, I guess you could call it fate, or destiny. But I don't believe in those worthless human concepts, so I just look at it as bloody good luck,"

"Good luck? I destroyed her life!"

"And gave her a new one," Dr Lane added.

"You know what, forget it, fuck you, fuck your operations, and fuck your fucking party tomorrow night. I'm leaving, and I'm taking Victoria with me," Quint huffed, pointing his finger in his fathers face. He was one remark away from going full Hulk. Dr Lane smiled, shaking his head. He had heard this a thousand times in the past, especially after the disappearance of his mother. The young lad would threaten to run away, he hated what his father had made him and blamed him for her abandonment.

"Are you really Quint? You know your mutations won't hold without your top ups," Dr Lane said smoothly. "Who knows the consequences, it might not be as simple as you losing your… uniqueness. You could die, are you willing to risk that?"

Quint clenched his jaw, the muscles in his cheek rippled as they tightened into an iron vice. Quint didn't fear death, but he had always feared the unknown that comes after death. His father had raised him to believe there was no heaven, no hell, only nothingness. And that terrified Quint.

"Son," Quint ears pricked at the foreign words, it wasn't often his father ever addressed him in such a way; they hadn't been father and son for a very long time. Not since Dr Lane had told world he was robbed of his beloved only child. "Even though we don't always see eye to eye, you're still my boy, and I will always care for you, and love you," Dr Lane spoke softly, his eyes sparkling in the light. Quint could feel it was a ploy, but his craving for his father's approval, love and acceptance drove him into listening to what the old man had to say.

"I just want the best for you, why do you think I built this company? For you. I've made you the most powerful Lycan the world has ever seen. You're immortal, unbeatable, you will live longer and accomplish more than the great Lucian himself. Please don't leave; this company is nothing without my driving force here to move me forward." Quint's gut wretched at his father's empty words. Silence hung in the air as Quint replayed his fathers words in his head.

"If you really love me and want the best for me you'll scrap that programme." Quint propositioned, sacrificing his freedom for my safety, for my happiness.