I felt blood trickle down the side of my face when I woke up. But there was a strange felling in my head, something familiar. I would have reached to rub my head, but I couldn't.
My hands were tied behind my back.
"Jubilee?..." I managed to mumble out.
No answer.
"Ugh... Jubilee? Are you okay?"
Still no answer.
I waited a little longer, so I could stop my eyes from spinnig in my head. "JUBILEE!!"
"Something wrong, sugerlips?" Said a shadow. I looked to see who it was, but I couldn't see past some sourceless light.
"Who... Who are you?" I could feel the quiver in my voice. I was never this scared.
Ever.
"Well, which name do you want? I've got two. At least two _you_ can know." He gave me a snide smile. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it. In my head. My minds eye. Whatever you want to call it.
"I don't care. What do you want?" I wasn't afraid anymore. Just pissed that this wasn't a dream.
Or a nightmare.
"Well, the name's Victor. But the voice I want you to scream in the dead of night is Sabertooth."
That, honestly, was the _corniest_ line I've ever heard, but it made me scared. Did he really mean it? Or was he just trying to get me scared.
I don't know what I did, but he made a low growl. It wasn't a growl like I've heard come from Logan, like when he was pissed. It was more like the kind I've heard on discovery channel, when they show two lions mating.
It made my heart jump.
I heard heavy footsteps comming in my direction. And I caught my first glimps of what he looked like.
He was the tall man, whom I thought looked kind of weird. But I've never seen him like this. He looked...
...hungry.
For what? I didn't know... yet.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, quivering again.
"Guess," He said snidly. Still advancing. Still hungry. Still yearning.
I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I didn't know what he was going to do. I had an idea, though. I just hoped that it wasn't what I thought.
It was.
"Some here!" He barked at me. Those eyes. Those piercing eyes burned right through me. He was playing me, pulling all the right strings, pushing all the right buttons, making sure I would obey him.
"Why?" I asked, not wanting the answer, but knowing I needed it.
He strided towards me. Slow, heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, matching my heart beat, matching my breath rate, scaring the shit out of me, and making me wish I could just wake from this nightmare.
If only it were a nightmare.
He yanked me up off of the ground by my elbow. I felt a prick as he dug his, _claws_, into my skin. He pulled me close to his face. I could tell that he wa drunk. The steanch of beer and whiskey were on his breath, the smell of lust on his body.
He confirmed my fears in a single, fleating moment.
His lips were pressed against mine as if he were giving me life saving air. Locked with no escape. Entraped in his embrace. He was making me his; no one else could have me.
Not a single soul.
I was finally able to push myself away from him. It wasn't easy; like trying to get a fat man off of an all you can eat buffett. But I did it. I don't even know how, though. My hands were still tied behind my back.
"What the hell are you doing!?" I screamed just before he took my mouth to his again.
He must have felt the fear comming off of me. He loosened a little just before throwing his head forth with more power then before. Opened mouth, tounge scraping against mine, down my throat. I nearly gagged, but held it down. I was afraid he would bite my tounge off if I had.
He moaned somthing. I thought it was a name or something. But it couldn't have been. It sounded like, "Logan."
While m feet were still dangiling above the ground, he pushed me against the nearest wall. Forcing my head into it. There was a sudden shock of pain going through out my body as he did so.
I felt him thrust his pelvis against mine, making sure I could feel his hardness. You could feel that thing if you were a mile away, he didn't need to thrust. It just made me more fearful of him.
But he liked that. He liked the tast of my fear.
I felt his tounge search my mouth. Scraping the sides of the cheeks, along the gumline, and pressing against my tounge.
When I didn't respond the way he wanted, he would first give a little moan. Then a growl. Finnally he would all out just get what he wanted. Fortuantly, he just wanted a kiss. Anything else and I don't know how I would have reacted.
He finnaly let me go after what seemed an eternity. He placed me lightly on the ground and gave me a little smile.
"Until next time," He slurred, cupping a finger under my chin, and looking down into my eyes. The hunger wan't there anymore. It had passed. I hoped it passed. I couldn't deal with this. My whole life, this whole mutant thing, and haveing to know that this, _thing_, might want more next time.
He turned heel, stumbled a bit, and walked out of the prison I was in.
I needed to ask, "Where's Jubilee!?" I don't know how I got the courage to ask, but I did. And I wished I haden't asked.
"That little bitch friend of yours?" He asked, not even looking back.
"Yeah!"
"Oh, she's dead. Toad had a little _too_ much fun with her. Splatered all over the east coast. Maybe a little of the west to..." He turned the corner, trailing off as he did.
I slid down the wall in tears. How could these monsters be like this? How could they take a life and feel no remorse? It was unthinkable! But they surpassed thinking. They acted out this unthought of action.
And they would do it again, and again if they weren't stopped.