Alright then, this is me starting another story, I have a great fondness for both Victor and Logan, and thus have written a story about them, fun huh?
This is the first chapter, it's a little long so I might split it in two, I'm unsure at the moment.
Anyway, Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel Characters or plots. Does that cover it?

Does Mention Rape, don't read if you're offended by it.

-xCFx-

"You know what I've always wanted to tell you John?"

I made a swipe at the position I was sure Wraith was going to appear, but just as my hand reached for him, a small yet powerful...thing collided with me, sending me spinning off target.

I growled instinctively, I had to finish this fight before Jimmy made it out of the club. I made another swipe at John but he just disappeared and as I whirled around looking for him I almost collided with the previously mentioned thing.

It turned out to be a girl. I looked her over quickly. Small, thin, hot. Frail, I decided and thrust my arm out to knock her out of my way. At least that was the plan, she caught my arm, flipped over it and broke it in three places.

I snarled in pain. What the fuck? I grabbed her by the neck and thrust her against a wall. She struggled which only resulted in my claws ripping into the vulnerable flesh beneath her chin. I drew a breath, about to ask her why the fuck she was interfering, so I could kill her with my curiosity sated.

Unfortunately for her I drew the breath through my nose, I caught her scent and I realised. She was a fucking feral mutant. I growled in surprise and her eyes locked onto my fangs. The colour in her face disappeared as she realised she'd taken on someone that wasn't only twice her size but also a feral male. She hissed struggling further in an attempt to be free. I was shocked, very shocked.

You see, feral mutants are almost always male, females are very, very rare. They tended to learn from a very young age, stay away from feral males. We couldn't resist them, the desire to take them as mates too strong, and we weren't gentle. Pheromones or something. Whatever, I don't give a shit all I knew was that one had just fallen into my lap and by the smell of her I was the first to find her.

I quickly scanned her form, my initial assessment was mostly right, she was small, just about reaching my shoulder, and slim too. But I doubted I could call her a frail after she broke my arm, which, by the way was nicely healed by now. She had long auburn hair which was leaning more towards the red end of the spectrum and was tied loosely behind her so little pieces fell into her chocolate brown eyes.

Unfortunately, as I was studying her I lost track of Wraith who hit my hard in the back of the neck with a piece of pipe. It broke my spine which was more than a little annoying for me, considering that spinal wounds took a few minutes to heal.

I heard Wraith approaching the girl and helping her up.

"Thanks for the hand, but I'd be running if I were you, he's one hell of a beast." I heard him say to her.

My impatience mounted higher, she couldn't run, I still had to deal with Jimmy, soon her head start would be too big to overcome. And then I heard her speak, ferals have deep voices, often animalistic and crude so when she spoke I was once again shocked.

"Yeah, I gathered, but shouldn't you be running too?" Her voice was clear, like crystal although it wavered a little from fear. Fear of me. My patience wore thinner still as the animal in me basked in her fear.

"Nah, don't mind me, I've got help somewhere around, you get going, I wouldn't put it past him to track you down."

Jimmy was of course the help he was talking about, another thing I was impatient about. When was he going to get his ass out here? Then it hit me. Shit. Jimmy was feral too. I doubted even my saintly brother with his grief and mourning could resist a female feral, the instinct was just too strong. And there was no way in hell Jimmy was getting his hands on my girl.

I heard her light footsteps as she ran swiftly for the end of the alley just as the last of my vertebrae slid into place, I flipped myself up from where I'd crumpled and charged towards her on all fours. I was silent as a cat yet somehow she heard me.

She crouched low just as my claws were about to connect with her and I flew harmlessly over her head. As I hit the floor I dug my claws into the soft earth and span around. She was already sprinting the other way, she was fast too. I was about to give chase when the wall beside her exploded and something heavy collided hard with her sending her sprawling onto the ground.

One breath was all I needed to tell me it was Jimmy and I was running at him with all the speed I was physically capable of. I launched myself into him with enough power to send us both flying down the alley. In a calculated move I snagged the girls arm as I crashed into Jimmy so when we had both struggled to our feet I had the red head clutched to my side by one strong arm. I realised she must have some kind of healing factor, I could smell a fair amount of her blood but she was looking up at me with bright alert eyes.

Jimmy was shaking his head, he'd have been more than a little disorientated when he crashed through that wall and probably hadn't understood the girls scent, but seeing her clutched to my side he soon realised and his eyes gleamed as he looked at her. This suddenly stopped being a fight about past grievances and had turned into a fight about the female feral squirming desperately in my grasp.

Suddenly yet another guy appeared through the hole in the wall shouting something about never going back. Me and Jimmy were saved the majority of the distraction though by Wraith, who was at a complete loss as to what to do so he knocked the guy unconscious with one punch. I was pretty impressed.

Me and Jimmy turned back to each other.

"Hand her over." He growled out. I knew it! Not even his bleeding heart could resist. I pulled my lips up into my trademark grin.

"Not a chance hell."

-xCFx-

"Not a chance in Hell." I heard him answer and I felt the vibrations rumble through his chest.

I was still struggling with his arm, I wasn't built for this sort of thing. The majority of my mutation focused on the flight part of a fight/flight situation. I was quick, agile, I had lightning fast reactions and incredibly good senses. I also had my healing abilities, not an overly impressive array. Not unless you knew how to use them, which I did, but not in a situation like this. I guess I'd just have to improvise.

I flipped my legs behind me relying on his arm to keep me upright and before he could quite figure out what I was doing I had one foot hooked around his neck and the other on the small of his back, did I fail to mention I was also very flexible? Anyway I pushed and pulled simultaneously, successfully breaking his spine for the second time that night.

We collapsed into a heap on the floor, with the majority of his weight lying on top of me. I was feeling very pleased with myself, so pleased in fact that I completely forgot about the other male. The feral one, not the other guy.

He hauled me roughly to my feet and dragged me away from the paralysed body. I struggled madly, tonight was just not my night. After having successfully avoided feral males for 18 years I meet two in the same night.

I curled my free hand into a fist and swung it towards his face, he reached out to catch it but I was far too quick and hit him squarely in the nose. He grabbed my free arm and shook me before locking eyes with me.

"Would you rather have him?" He snarled at me jerking his head towards the giant behind me. I could almost see his point, as large as this feral was the other was massive, not someone I wanted in my bed, then again it wasn't like I wanted him either.

"I'd rather have no one at all." I snarled back before executing a move I'd learnt a long time ago. Placing my hands on the forearms gripping me I put all my weight on them as I placed one foot on his chest and kicked him hard in the chin with the other and flipping over backwards, forcing him to release my arms. I landed gracefully on the tarmac and hit him in the nose again before darting towards the exit.

Suddenly the teleport guy appeared in front of me and grabbed my arms, I was about to give him the same treatment when he spun me around so I was behind him and turned to the smaller feral who'd started towards me.

"What the hell's going on Logan?" But he didn't get a proper answer, just a simple,

"Get the fuck out of my way John."

Charming. I wasn't too sure how great this John guy was in a fight, after all he wasn't doing too great against the giant before I'd turned up.

Thinking back I can't believe how much of an idiot I was, I don't even know 'John', yet I decided it'd be a great idea to risk my life to save him. Stupid! Why didn't I check what I was facing, giant guy like that, of course he was a feral!

This John person still hadn't moved from in front of me and as doubtful as I was about his abilities I was still thankful for the protection. I'd ended up next to the unconscious guy from the club and to my shock I recognised him.

Remy LeBeau, shameless flirt and funny too, I'd met him a few times in bars, he was great with card tricks. I settled into a crouch and felt for a pulse but my hand never reached his neck, intercepted by his, he entwined our fingers and cracked open an eye.

"Well hello beautiful." He whispered out in his trademark accent. I flashed a weak smile at him and helped him to his feet. His eyes flickered here and there quickly taking in the situation. He knew the danger that male ferals were to me and he quickly understood my situation.

I could smell his fear as he somehow recognised John and I was once again shoved behind someone. His fear was bad. Very bad, whoever this guy was he'd done something big to get Remy this way, he wasn't a coward.

"You can go." I whispered to him, but I knew his chivalry wouldn't let him, he couldn't leave a damsel in distress.

Suddenly I heard the faint sounds of the giant rising, I couldn't see past both Remy and John so I had to rely on my hearing. I heard him launch himself at the guy John had called Logan and I could hear one hell of a fight ensue. I kept hearing a metallic noise that just didn't seem to fit but I couldn't quite place it.

Someone hit the ground hard, Logan I was pretty sure and then John disappeared as claws raked through where he was previously standing, Remy was batted aside like he weighed nothing and I was once again confronted with the giant.

I thought fast, anything to distract him, I saw his dog tags.

"Name and Rank Soldier." I barked out, relying on his muscle memory to help me. It worked. He stood a little taller, and stated

"Victor Creed, United Sta-" I cut him off with a swift kick to the face before I flipped over his head and kicked him hard in the small of his back.

I needed a plan, some way to get out of this with my innocence intact. It was difficult to think, fear was coursing through me, I'd never been confronted with one male feral, never mind two massive ones.

My musings were cut off by an arm grabbing me around my waist as Logan pulled me back into him and crushing me against his chest.

-xCFx-

She was so warm, her body temperature had to be a fair few degrees higher than mine and she was soft, melding into the hard planes of my chest. I was at war with myself, half of me was desperately shouting that she didn't want this, that it was so very wrong. But the animal that had been getting stronger and stronger had broken free. It didn't care. She was a female feral, no male feral could resist her, besides, she was so soft.

I growled out a warning to Victor, 'Mine', unfortunately Victor seemed to disagree as he crouched low, I felt the red head shift in my arms and remembering what had happened to Victor I tightened my grip on her and nipped her lightly on the ear as a warning, she stilled.

Victor charged. I had no choice but to release the girl as he hit because I needed my arms to defend myself. The clash was short but bloody, I don't know how many times I drove my claws into him but the healing just kept coming, eventually he got his feet under me and kicked me hard into a wall.

I would have been back up in seconds if the Cajun hadn't hit me with more of his wacko playing cards, I went right through the wall and through the next one behind that. I managed to catch a glimpse of the same Cajun being thrown bodily after me before my heart stopped and everything went black.

I woke up a few minutes later to find John standing over me with an annoyed look on his face. I inhaled slowly through the nose, she was gone. I shook my head, back in control now she was out of my presence.

Damn. Out of my presence, that meant Victor had her, poor kid. I shuddered when I thought about what that meant for the girl. I jumped to my feet and ran back to the alley but they were long gone.

"Care to explain what the hell just happened?"

I turned to see John behind me, shame was burning in my eyes as I began to explain.

"She's a feral mutant. Rare. Difficult for us males to resist. Now Victors got her. Don't want to think about what she's going through." Short, to the point. I never was one for words.

John still looked confused.

"So you were trying to help her?" he asked frowning. I barked out a rueful laugh.

"Hell no, animal was in control, like I said, difficult to resist."

He nodded his head slowly.

"So, you're in control now?"

"Yes. Won't be if she's near though. We should help her, you and the Cajun will have to do the actual rescuing though, if I go anywhere near her I'll be more of a hindrance than a help."

"What makes you think the Cajun will help?"

I pulled out my claws.

"He won't have a choice."

-xCFx-

I knew there was a reason I liked that Cajun. I watched Jimmy fly through the wall with a look of comical surprise on his face. But when the kid turned to me with one of those cards he quickly followed the runt through the wall. Okay, maybe I didn't like him that much.

I quickly scanned around for the girl fully expecting her to have done a runner. Instead I picked up the deep red of her hair not a few feet away, I quickly stalked towards her but she made no attempt to escape.

I crouched down next to her where she was knelt on the floor. She reached up a shaking pale hand and touched her head, when she brought it back down it was dripping in blood. Her glassy eyes met mine and her mouth formed a small 'o' before she collapsed into my chest. Perfect.

I scooped her up and set off at a run through the streets of Vegas to where I'd parked the car. I shoved her into the passenger seat and set out for the highway as fast as the motor could take.

I couldn't take her to Three Mile Island. Stryker would kill to get his hands on a female feral, not something I was going to let happen. At the same time I couldn't leave her somewhere while I went to Three Mile Island. Thus the only option was for me to forget about Stryker and the whole set up.

It wasn't like I'd have a hard time getting work. I'd built up quite a reputation as a hit man and could easily get money that way. In fact the only thing I'd really be losing was the adamantium which I was fairly sure Stryker was never going to give me anyway.

The question was, was she worth it? I tossed that question aside with a chuckle. Damn sure she was worth it. I had only ever heard of two female feral mutants in my life, both of which were dead, to find a virgin one... I couldn't believe my luck.

I felt her stirring beside me as her head wounds finally healed. I let out a small growl of annoyance that I couldn't take her now, the impatience getting to me. But I needed to get her away from the runt, far away.

The way I figured it, I'd drive to the military airport, take Stryker's jet acting like the good little soldier, fly to Pennsylvania leaving no scent trail for the runt and then make a break for the Canadian border.

Brilliant, Stryker might come after me, but with what? Deadpool? He'd have a hard time considering he still needed Wraiths and that kids powers and even if he got them, or replaced them with something it'd take some time. Plenty of time to spill a few secrets to that Xavier or that crazy wacko Magneto. They can put a stop to it, no need for me to waste my time doing it.

"The lemon one!" mumbled the girl next to me.

I raised an eyebrow at her before scanning her over, she was going to need new clothes if she was going to get on that plane without raising suspicion, these ones were covered in blood. She'd need a shower too, we could hardly get a hotel, we really didn't have time to spend the night, I had to get her far away before the runt tracked us down.

Well, we could book a room just for the shower, it wasn't like I was running low on cash. I knew one just on the outskirts of Vegas and it was close to an all night shopping centre, should do the trick. Happy with this plan I pulled off the highway and the girl beside me finally shook herself awake.

At first she just looked at me with tired, lazy eyes, there was no fear and for some reason a part of me liked it. She glanced slowly around the car with a vaguely bemused expression on her face before she fixed her eyes on me again.

I saw it when it all came flooding back to her, like her eyes literally filled up with fear. I chuckled, a larger part of me liked that. She scrambled backwards and reached for the door.

"It's locked." I called to her but it didn't stop her pulling the handle a few times. She hissed and wheeled around to face me, eyes burning.

"Let me go." It was a quiet order, as if she'd brought up all her courage and that was as loud as she could make it. I just chuckled deeply before I remembered her trick with the name and rank. I laughed again at my own reaction to it, the girl was good, and it was a good trick, I might use it someday.

She looked a little annoyed at my laughter but said nothing.

"Where are we going?" she asked uncertainly.

I flashed her my most menacing grin that showed my fangs.

"A hotel." Just because I didn't have time to get into it when we got there didn't mean she had to know it. At the mention of a hotel she was literally shaking a little with fear, this was going to be fun indeed.

I figured I might as well get to know a little about this girl, we were going to be together for a very long time.

"What's your name?" It seemed like a relatively good question to start with and she might just answer.

I was kept waiting but after a few minutes I got a quiet,

"Rhea."

"Rhea? Isn't that from mythology or something? Who was she?"

"Titan Queen, she had her King thrown into hell which with a bit of luck is where you're going."

I chuckled, she was very scared, I could smell it and yet she was still giving me cheek, what a little fire cracker.

"Bit stupid wasn't it, attacking a male feral?" I asked her. She merely sighed.

"I forgot to check. Stupid? Yeah very, especially considering the size of you, of course you're feral."

I grinned at that.

"Why'd you do it anyway? You don't know Wraith do you?"

"Wraith?"

"John."

"Oh, no, it just didn't seem a fair fight and he was about to lose."

"Huh, Good Samaritan?"

"What can I say? I'm a saint." It was the sarcasm that had me really impressed, this girl had some serious nerve.

However nothing I said after that would get a word from her so we drove the rest of the way in silence.

We reached the hotel and I stepped out of the car, but apparently the girl was refusing to move. I walked around the car and yanked open the passenger door.

"Get out." I growled at her, this stop was already costing me precious time.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not an idiot and you repeatedly hurting me is a preferable alternative to what'll happen if I go in there with you,"

I sighed, at first it was fun now it was just annoying.

"You and me ain't doing anything tonight, I need to get you as far away from the runt as possible before that happens, so get out, I'm going to book a room, you're going to have a shower, you're going to make it fast and then we're going to leave, I'll get you some new clothes and then we'll be on our way. So get out of the fucking car." I snarled at her.

She slowly pulled herself out of the car and as soon as she was clear I slammed the door behind her. She had that look in her eyes, the 'I'm going to bolt' look so I swung an arm around her shoulders and dragged her to my chest before starting towards the hotel.

The room was nice enough, not that I cared, we weren't staying anyway, but the bathroom had one door and no windows so I was happy. I shoved her in the tiny room and then called the bell boy. I gave him $200 to go get her some clothes and told him I'd pay him $100 for the service. He came back before she was out with jeans, a shirt, a cardigan, some converse, underwear and a coat. He even thought to buy her a hair brush.

A few minutes after he'd left she came out wearing just a towel. I froze.

"Are those the new clothes?" She pointed at the pile the boy had left but I completely ignored her. The towel was quite small and gave a great view of slender pale legs as well as completely revealing her neck and shoulders.

By now she'd noticed me staring. I took a step forward. She took a step back. I took another step forward and she took another back, but her back hit the bathroom door. I reached out a hand a snatched a lock of wet auburn hair. She shivered as I got even closer.

"Y-You said we had to g-get away from Logan." She stuttered out. My rational mind agreed with her, I never liked my rational mind.

I took a final step so I was flush with her, staring down at her. She looked up with big fearful brown eyes. I couldn't resist, she smelt like heaven. I kissed her.

It wasn't sweet or tender, it was hard and possessive and very, very lustful. She gasped in surprise letting me slip into the warm crevices of her mouth. She tasted like honey, she was soft and warm against my hard body as I pushed her against the door, her feet coming a few inches off the floor.

I slid my hands down her soft curves until they landed on her hips, I felt her buck against be in an attempt to get me off and the movement damn near lost me my control. I quickly reigned myself in, setting her back on her feet. Unable to quite let go I bit her lip hard enough to leave a mark which earned me a surprised, slightly pained yip from her. I let her go.

I crossed the room, gathered up the clothes and shoved her into the bathroom with them, not quite trusting myself with her so close and grabbed the car keys as I impatiently waited for her to finish. When she was done I was a little disappointed to note that the bruise on her lips was already gone.

I again dragged her to my side before walking out the room. If the people at the desk thought it was odd that we were leaving so soon they didn't mention it.

-xCFx-

I was still a little shaken from that kiss, we were driving again now, I had no idea where to and I couldn't stop dwelling on it. A part of me liked it, the small animal part of me. I wasn't like Victor, I was far more human than animal, so much so that it was difficult to tell what animal I resembled. The majority of me, the human bit was shaking in terror.

The thing that really stood out was the possessive nature of it, like he wanted desperately to prove I belonged to him. It was scary, I didn't want to belong to anyone, I just wanted to go home to the little apartment opposite Remy's club.

Then there was how hard he'd been, I didn't think he was capable of being gentle but if he was like this when he kissed me, I could barely imagine what he'd be like when we got where we were going.

We drove about an hour, there was little conversation. I briefly asked him where we were going, he briefly growled 'airport'. It was a special moment.

Although terror usually likes to stick around, over a long period of time you seem to become numb to it after a while and soon I was bored. Unfortunately for him I hum when I'm bored. Not really sure why, it just happens, I get bored, I hum. It's that simple.

He shot me a bemused look, but as it continued he got more and more confused. He kept turning around and shooting me looks until finally he cracked.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing. Not the most intelligent thing to do as it turned out, but I couldn't help it, his face was priceless.

He shot an arm out and grabbed my neck, claws sinking into the soft flesh. I gasped lightly in pain but I shook it off and glared at him.

"What the hell was that for?" I snarled at him.

"I don't like being laughed at, besides, I really don't need an excuse to hurt you, now answer the question." He growled back.

I had to backtrack to figure out what question he was talking about.

"It was humming, I hum when I'm bored, what's the big deal?" He rolled his big shoulders and cracked his neck.

"You sounded like you were purring." He answered. He was glaring at me but he took his claws from my neck. I'd never thought about it like that before.

"So?" I asked, "Why would that matter?" He grinned at me, that manic grin that had me scooting as far away from him as I could get. His lip curled up over his fangs and the cruel planes of his face stood out.

"I liked it." He grinned at me. I pressed as close to the door as I could, under no illusions as to what he meant when he said that.

"Thaaaats great, eyes on the road please, it's a safety hazard." He just chuckled at me, but carried on driving, there was no more humming after that.

-xCFx-

The Cajun, or Gambit as he insisted on being called was surprisingly willing to help, apparently he knew the girl. Rhea he called her and apparently they'd met a few times in the club. Within minutes we were all on the road, I was following a mixture of Victors and the girls scent although 'Gambit' kept shooting me doubtful looks every time we hit a cross roads.

I eventually tracked them to a hotel and I really thought I had them until I realised the room they'd booked was empty. Her bloodied clothes were in the trash in the bathroom so I can only assume this was a quick stop to get her presentable.

That was the bad news, the good news was that the scent was fresh, really fresh. Unfortunately the reason I could tell this was that Victors arousal was hard to miss. Her scent was there too, sweet and soft. I could feel the animal clawing its way to the surface so I quickly left the room.

What was I going to do when I found them? I damn sure couldn't help the girl, even now I was having trouble controlling the animal and she wasn't even here. All I'd do is attack Victor and then one hell of a fight would occur, not much help really.

Actually, that wasn't so bad, while I was fighting Victor the other two could get the girl out. Great, I filled them in. They agreed and we set off, I think I like these travelling companions, John never really says much and the Cajun, Gambit I reminded myself, well he seemed too worried about the girl to talk much. Odd really, they didn't sound close.

We were tracking them for maybe an hour and a half once we left the hotel and I was growing increasingly worried, we had to be almost on them now, they hadn't had much of a head start.

We were about a mile away from the airport when I realised where they were heading, when I realised it was a lost cause. They'd be in the air by now. Damn it! This was all my fault. I'd failed her.

-xCFx-

I was settled in the leather seat next to her now as the aircraft steadily gained height. She'd been a bit of a struggle getting on the plane, there was some refusing to get out of the car and a whole load of complaining when I dragged her. I had to tell the guards she was a prisoner that didn't respond to sedatives.

I couldn't quite get over her humming in the car. When I first heard it I thought it was something to do with the car, but apparently not. When I realised it was her I almost jumped her right there, she was fucking purring. Well at least I thought she was, sounded pretty damn near anyway. I'm not sure why, it just got to me, crawled under my skin and made me want her like nothing before.

I'd felt my control wavering fast so I cut her off, asked her what the fuck she was doing and she Laughed! I don't like being laughed at, in fact I fucking hate it. Maybe I shouldn't have grabbed her neck, not that I felt bad or anything, like I said to her, I don't need an excuse to hurt her, but her pulse beneath my hand started fraying my control.

I loved the way she shrunk away when I said I liked it. The fear made her smell delicious, I couldn't wait to get her to Canada, someplace safe, away from the runt and any other ferals that fancied their chances. The wait was so going to be worth it.

I looked her over again, she was slumped slightly in the chair next to me, eyes staring blankly out of the window. It was something instinctual I guess, after all there were prettier frails out there, ones with a curvier figure, but she got me hotter than anything I'd ever come across before. Maybe it was because she wasn't frail, she could take whatever I gave her and survive. Probably a basic mating instinct.

The jet was cushier than the standard military ones, all cream leather and soft lighting, we were all alone in the seating area, with the pilots shut away in the cockpit. I turned to her. She noticed the movement and turned to face me, pulling her legs up to her chest in a defensive stance.

I grinned, letting my claws out I ran one down her face. She shivered and tried to pull away but I grabbed her chin.

"Shhhhhhh." I whispered to her mockingly, before I crushed my lips to hers.

Aaah the sweet honey taste was still there, her terror giving it a kick. I could almost feel the wild part of her struggling, instincts warring with one another. One half telling her to run, get far away, get safe, while the other half drove her to mate. The dominant human part of her was terrified, trying to squirm away from me.

Without breaking the kiss I turned her around so her legs stretched across the sofa like seats and all but climbed on top of her. She was trapped beneath my weight, my big coat coming down to cut us off from the outside world.

She was warm and soft beneath me, squirming and bucking, creating delicious friction that had me growling deep into her mouth. I sank my fangs deep into her bottom lip and tasted the blood that flowed into my mouth, she was going to be the death of me.

I ached to keep going, to take her right there on the couch and fuck her until she couldn't walk straight but we were landing soon. I sat up, pulling her with me so that she was clutched to my chest facing me.

Her breathing was quick and scared, she ran her tongue over her cut lip which was already healing and I noticed the small amount of blood that had run down her chin. Reaching over I ran my tongue along it, lapping up the small river.

She shivered again, burying her face in my coat in an attempt to shut out the image of me. I chuckled and rubbed my face into her hair, it smelt of pine and fresh snow. I clutched her closer. Mine. And no feral or any other type of man was getting anywhere near her.

I snarled as the wheels touched down. Now I'd have to let go of her. I pulled her to her feet and again clutched her to my side as the plane came to a stop.

"Come on then little Rhea." I started towards the exit with her at my side.

The scene that greeted me on the runway was not one I was pleased with. Stryker was stood staring at me and there was a whole squadron of human soldiers behind him. I growled lightly, they didn't know she was feral, couldn't tell by her scent and she had no feral features but they'd discover it soon enough.

I lowered my head to whisper in her ear, far too quiet for a human to hear.

"If that man gets hold of you he will run test after test on you, torture you to the point of insanity all in the name of science. Believe me I've seen it and it isn't pretty. Now I know you can fight fairly well, so, you're going to take the left flank, take out as many soldiers as you can, Ignore the guy in the middle, at the moment he's not a big threat, but keep moving, die before you let them restrain you. You hear me?"

All I got was a slight nod but it was enough. She could smell the hostility on these men and the truth in my words, apparently she'd rather be with me than them, what was that saying again? Better the devil you know.

We quickly descended from the plane and I nodded at Stryker when we reached the tarmac, he was about to say something when I nudged the girl and we made our move.

I reached the men quicker, but I got three bullet wounds for my troubles. She flipped over the first shots, landing quickly in the centre of the men. For anyone else this would have been a fatal error, and I was just preparing to help her out when she made her move.

She leapt high in the air and somehow landed squarely on one man's shoulders, with a quick flick of her legs she broke his neck and as he fell she jumped off, tackling another. Now, I'd always had a cat like grace, but with claws like mine you don't really need to be accurate and accurate was exactly what this girl was. She whirled around, taking out the majority of the men with simple blows to the pressure points, a couple ended up with broken necks. She didn't seem too bothered about it.

I was annoyed by her non lethal force, no girl of mine was going to just let people off. I was about to stalk over there and personally force her to snap their necks when she bent low and relived one of the soldiers of their assault rifle. She shot each man in the head with a detached air that even I would have been proud of.

She quickly pulled the weapon to pieces, checking each bit was in working order before putting it back together and slinging it across her back. I was surprised she knew how to handle the gun, it's not the sort of thing frails can usually do. She's not a frail I reminded myself.

"You keeping that Kitten?" I called over to her and she looked at me with narrow eyes before nodding slightly and bending down to search the corpses for ammo.

"Look Victor, I'm not quite sure what's going on, but the tests have just come back for the adama-" Stryker was cut off by my hand grabbing him around the neck.

"I don't give a shit about the adamantium, you hear me? Me, and the Kitten are going far far away, and if you so much as think about coming after us..." I tightened my grip on his throat, "Well, let's just say you really won't like it. This is me handing in my resignation. Good luck with the Deadpool. Speaking of which, all the files are on your PDA aren't they?"

I slipped my free hand into his jacket pocket and retrieved the hand held computer.

"Excellent, this'll come in real handy for when I'm selling you out. Have a nice life Colonel." I flashed him a manic grin, my eyes glinting brutally. I was leaving him alive because I figured I owed him for all the years he'd kept me in big boots and scary black coats. Next time I saw him, he wouldn't be so lucky.

"Get your ass over here Rhea!" I yelled over at her. Apparently she wasn't overly anxious to be chased down because she obeyed quickly enough. As soon as she was within arm's reach I grabbed her and crushed her to my chest, the feel of her there was almost becoming familiar.

We took one of the army jeeps, after all they wouldn't be needing them. I felt myself relaxing as we hit the open road, soon we'd be in Canada. Soon we'd be home. I'd taken the gun from her and now it was lying on the back seat.

"Where'd you learn to handle a gun?" She shook herself before answering.

"My father had an old major teach me four years ago."

"Why?"

"I guess he wanted me to be able to defend myself against bastards like you."

I briefly considered being offended, but instead I went for amused. I chuckled deeply my trademark grin making an appearance.

"Was he human?"

"Yes, my mother was too. Why so many questions Creed?"

I chuckled again.

"You and me are going to be spending a lot of time together Kitten, I figure I might as well get to know you."

"Really? I didn't think rapists usually got to know their victims."

For some reason that comment really got to me. Anger flared high and I drove my claws deep into her stomach, she gasped, scrabbling at my hand but I kept them there as I spoke to her, my voice a menacing purr.

"I think someone needs to learn a little respect, I doubt this experience is going to pleasant for you, but you keep riling me up like this it's going to get a whole lot worse. Y' hear me? Now, you were unfortunate enough to get found by me, and I'm not going to lie Kitten I'm one of the biggest brutes out there. I'm not going to be gentle, I'm not sure if I even know how to be gentle, but I promise you this Rhea, I'm never going to let anyone else in the world fucking touch you. You're Mine. And I protect what's mine, you've just got to deal with me. So play nice little Kitten, because no one is going to protect you from me."

I retracted my claws and glanced at the blood I'd spilled. Shit. Now I'd have to buy her a new shirt. I grinned, then again I could just have her wear no shirt at all.

-xCFx-

My stomach itched where it was healing and I was feeling more than a little shaken. I didn't think I'd ever had an injury as bad as that before and he did it without a second thought, like it was nothing. Obviously I'd never actually met a feral male before, and I guess somehow I'd thought people were exaggerating, but Victor scared the life out of me, the Logan guy too.

Was this what my life was going to be like? Get repeatedly raped and then mauled whenever I opened my mouth. Yay. Fun. And I knew it would never end, even if I escaped Victor, where could I run to? There was always going to be another feral male waiting around the corner.

To my horror I felt a tear slip from my eyes, sliding slowly down face. A claw caught it and I watched scared as Victor tasted my tears, he was grinning manically at me. With one arm still on the wheel, he wrapped the other around my waist and hauled me up closer to him, so my head was resting on his chest.

"Shhhhhh." He whispered again, but this time he didn't kiss me, he just held me tightly as he drove. The warmth burning through his coat and the rhythmic movements of the car soon sent me to sleep.

I woke when the terrain beneath the car changed from smooth tarmac to gravel and I looked up to see us arriving at a small house built of soft grey stones. Victor shut off the ignition and climbed out of the driver's side.

There was no chance in hell I was getting out of this car, I couldn't, there was no doubt in my mind that if I ordered my muscles to move they'd completely ignore me. I was terrified, terrified of him, what he'd do to me, terrified of what would happen in that house.

The passenger door was yanked open and Victor extended his hand to help me out.

"Let's go Kitten."

I was terrified.

-xCFx-

Right then, congrats if you got all the way, I'm going to update soon, I know that was an evil cliff hanger and all that jazz, but if you review I may be more inclined to write more ;D

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