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How would you know? You've never tried it before.	By : SalemCalls Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For a moment Leah couldn�t breathe. Everything that her and her mother once ran from rushed back with painful memories of things Leah never wished to see. "You know her?" Wade asked in surprise. Yes, Leah unwillingly knew this man, because he was her uncle.
Stryker�s smile grew a little bigger. �Yes. She�s my niece.�
�You�re her uncle?� Blot asked in a surprised tone.
He nodded and said, �But that discussion is for another time. Did you get the brief case?� Agent Zero stepped forward to hand Stryker it. �I hope you don�t mind me taking your father�s briefcase�� Leah just simply glared from behind Victor. Her hands gripped the trench coat Victor wore and with her being so close she realized he smelled like the woods. The strong scent of pine flowed into her nose and it relaxed her in a way. It was similar to breathing in musky smelling incense. She loved it. When Stryker opened the case, there were papers � tons of papers. From a distance they appeared very important to Stryker. He shifted through the papers carefully as if were going to fall apart any second. After a few seconds, he placed the papers back and closed the case. �Thank you very much.� His eyes fell back onto her and like a child, she stepped behind Victor again. �I hope you�re going to enjoy staying here.�

Her eyes widened in surprised and then they were narrowed. �I�m not staying here,� she said, glaring once again.
He chuckled and his smile turned into an amused smirk. �Oh, but you are.� He looked at Victor. �Her room number is 8. Please escort her there.�
Victor grabbed her unhurt arm and began to pull her out of the room. �You can�t do this,� she yelled at Stryker as she tried to resist Victor�s pull. Panic, dread and helplessness filled every bit of Leah. �Why can�t you just leave me alone?!� Victor growled, clearly aggravated at Leah and her stubbornness. With a hard jerk, Leah was out of the room and was being dragged down the hallway.
A few minutes later, she was pushed into a small room. The walls were bare and white. There was a desk with a chair in one corner, a bed with white sheets and a brown comforter, a small dresser, a side table with a brown lamp and an alarm clock. Leah quickly turned around to bolt out of the room, but Victor stopped her by capturing her waist in his left arm. �No! Let me go!� He threw her on the bed and stared down at her angrily. �Please let me go. I h-have to get out of here. I can�t stand knowing that he�s right down the hallway.� Victor didn�t say a word as she let out a small sob. She put her hands on the sides of her head, looking like she had a horrible migraine. �He�ll make me watch it again.�
Victor�s angry looked faded from his face. �Make you watch what?�
�It�s happening all over again,� she whispered, not hearing his question.
Walking over to Leah, he grabbed both sides of her shoulder. �Make you watch what?� Victor asked with a growl in his voice. For the first time Victor saw a look in her eyes that he hasn�t seen in a while. What he saw was fear that wasn�t cause by him. It bothered him that something else was more terrifying than he was. He could see how petrified and hopeless she was at the same time. He knew whatever was about to happen she had accepted it and was waiting for it to arrive any second. �What did he make you watch?� he asked again, his words subsiding into almost a whisper. Her gaze was redirected to him. It was the same scared look that was on her face when she saw Stryker, her own uncle. What did he do to make her fear her own uncle? Victor wondered. It could have been numerous of reasons why, except it was because he made her watch something. None of it made any sense. She shook her head and tore her eyes from him. Then a thought struck him. Why should he care about what made this girl crawl into a corner and want to cry her eyes out? Victor let go of her to stalked out the room with Leah chasing after him and slammed the door shut before locking it.
�NO!� Leah screamed and began to jiggle the doorknob, trying to open it up. �Victor, please let me out!� Victor simply stood outside the door, listening to her pleads. She started to pound on the door and jiggle the doorknob once again, continuing to try and open the door. After a minute of standing in one spot, Victor made himself pick up his feet and walk down the hallway.

It took Leah about five minutes of shouting and door pounding to understand that no one was coming to unlock and open this door. So all the energy she was wasting didn�t help her. Sitting on the bed, her eyes wandered around the room and over the stuff she was given. Standing back up, she went to the dresser after she saw dry blood on her shirt. When she opened on the drawers of the dresser, she saw three pairs of grey sweatpants, white socks and five plain, white t-shirts. She put a pair of socks on her feet and then took off her shirt to replace it with one of the white shirts. Her pants were fine and appeared to be clean enough for her. Beside the dresser was a pair of black slip on shoes � the kind of shoes you would see people wear in a mental hospital.
Going back to the bed, she laid on her back to stare up at the white ceiling. She didn�t want to be here. She already missed the party lights that hung around her mirror at night, the countryside, and the pictures of her and her mother when everything was perfect and peaceful. Now, all of that was gone and the thought of the peacefulness returning seemed impossible.
Leah was quite sure what her uncle had plan, but she knew it wasn�t for the greater good. It was his own selfishness.
God, he was such an egotistic bastard.
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One or two hours had pasted and Leah was still on her new bed, waiting for someone to walk through the door. She wouldn�t mind seeing the man with the katanas again, because in a way, Wade was the nicest person that she had met so far - even though he made that unnecessary comment about her breasts. There was nothing in this room that could entertain her. It was as empty as her uncle�s heart.
She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. Glancing at the clock, she watched it blink: 8:26 AM. Hunger clawed at her stomach seeing as she wasn�t able to have dinner last night and breakfast this morning. As she started to run her finger through her hair, trying to make her messy hair less messy, she tried to push the thought of the food out of her mind. Once she was done with messing around with her hair, she struggled to find things to do since she was dying of boredom. Leah explored the drawers that the desk had to find out that was a composition note and unsharpened pencils. Slamming the drawers shut, she went back to the bed and flopped on it. For moment she debated about taking a nap � something to past the time � but decided that it wasn�t best to fall asleep with her uncle just down the hallway.

With a sigh, she recalled everything that has happened in less than 24 hours. Leah then thought of Victor � the pissed off teddy bear. She let out a small laugh and smiled. The way he looked at her before leaving the room showed concern. Whether Victor wanted to admit it or not, he is still human and that look proved it. For some odd reason she yearned to smell his pine scent again. Yesterday when he had nibbled on her neck, she enjoyed it. Every soft bite he placed on her skin was a complete turn on for Leah. She felt dirty just thinking about Victor and the ways he made her feelings twist. Leah also fought with the idea of Victor doing those actions just for her own enjoyment because he wasn�t that kind of guy. She knew he just did that for his own pleasures. He wanted to watch squirm under him with pleasure and pain. �Damn you, Victor,� she said to herself.
�Why? I haven�t done anything yet.� She sat up quickly after hearing his voice. Was she that deep in thought not to hear him walk through the door? In Victor�s hands was a bowl of oat meal. �Wade said ou would probably be hungry.� Leah nodded, not saying a word � too afraid that she would say something wrong and make him go away. He handed her the bowl and observed how quickly she grabbed the spoon and began to inhale the food. In less than a minute, the food was gone.
�Thank you,� she whispered and he took the bowl from her to place it on the nightstand. �I�m sorry about earlier.� He stared at her, wondering what she was talking about. �You�re were trying�to be nice and I was being a D and D.�
�A �D and D�?� he questioned and sat beside her.
She let out a small laugh. �Damsel in distress.� Leah sighed and laid on her back. �What does he want with me?� she asked in a low voice.
Victor turned to gaze downwards and saw she was staring back at him. He shrugged. �How the hell am I supposed to know?� And with that respond, their conversation died off.
A few moments passed by and then Leah spoke up. �You know, it�s still in you.� Victor looked back at her. �Humanity. Because whether you want to admit it or not, you�re still human.� She let lips form a small smile.
�You�re wrong.� The smile fell from Leah�s face. �You don�t know what I�ve done to humans and mutants. I kill for fun.� He rolled over so he would be on top of her. Leah�s heart quickened and she fought to keep herself from shaking. He positioned himself on one arm so he could bring his right hand to her neck. �I smell the fear in someone and gives me an instant high. Every bit of that emotion drive me insane and makes me want more.� He lifted the thumb on his right hand, carelessly stroke his nail softly on her jaw. �I want to feel the fear in you,� he stated as she closed her eyes. �Open your eyes.� She listened and reopened them. A shadow was cased over Leah as Victor hovered over her. With his legs straddling her hips, fear and thrill exploded in her veins and Victor closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, taking it all in. Leah watched him slowly opened his eyes with mouth slightly apart, showing his fangs.
�Can I touch them?� Victor�s eyes snapped completely and she stuttered with her words. �I-I mean your fangs.�
Victor smirked at her and asked, �You like to touch, don�t you?� Leah blushed, understanding his sexual joke. Retrieving his hand, he took her hand and brought it up to his mouth. �Go ahead.� She pushed her index finger a bit into his mouth and lightly touched his left fang. It was sharp, of course, and was pearl white. Her fingers soon trailed to his cheek bones. His unshaved face felt rough on Leah�s skin and it sent a shiver through Leah. She sensed his brown eyes watching her and the curious expression that was on her face. Quickly pulling himself out that trance, he grabbed her hand roughly. �You shouldn�t do that.�
�Why not?� she questioned and tried to pull from his hold.
He placed her hand over her head and leaned into her, barely touching her ear. �Because if you don�t stop, I�m going to make you scream,� he said in a husky voice. Leah could feel a pull between them � it was like two magnets being placed beside each other. No matter how hard to she tried to stop the feeling of the pull, it was a force of nature that she couldn't control.
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