Of Monsters and Men

Chapter 1: What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.


There's times I really love my work. Especially when it takes me away from the cold and dumps me in the desert. That's sarcasm folks. It's damn hot out here and it takes all the fun out of it when I have to track this stupid fuck all over the Vegas nightlife. Some shit for brains decided to take off with a payload he was supposed to deliver. This is high dollar shit, or so I'm told and worth getting me involved. I don't come cheap, but when you want the best, you pay up.

So I'm sitting in a bar off the strip, one of the few places in town that still lets people smoke. He's been comin' here the past few nights, I'm lookin' for him to come back when I notice the bartender. She takes me back to years ago,
the way she moves, the way she talks, the curve of her ass in those tight jeans. She's wearin a black tank top with the bar logo on the chest, golden tan like a beach bunny with yellow blonde hair. No blue eyes tho. It's been too many years since Birdy,..too many fly-by-night hookers, too many women I couldn't keep. I order another round and watch for her to bring it over. Her voice is like spicy honey, she's from Louisianna I can tell cause she sounds like another Cajun I know.

"Here ya go shug, anythin' else I can get ya?" she asks with a smile and a twinkle in her dark brown eyes.

"Depends,..what time you get off work?" I smirk back at her, all charm and reach to touch her hand. I notice a tattoo on her upper arm. A Skull and crossed swords, numbers, letters.

"I never quit workin' shug, if I ain't here I'm down the street, DeLexi's." She winks and carries her tray away with a swish of her hips. I can't figure out how she slipped away,..I had hold of her.

I sit and drink a while longer. She keeps an eye on me, then my quarry arrives and I leave to follow him. Back to his hotel room, a single level place where he think he'll be safe. Riiight. I made quick work of him, relishing the kill only because it means I can go home where it's not 5 degrees short of Hell. Heading away from the scene, I notice the neon sign. DeLexi's. it's a Cabaret and Strip joint. I check the time on a bankclock down the street. Midnight. I head over, somethin' about that blonde won't get out of my head, something about the way she smelled.

I enter the club and find a seat in the back. Lucky me, the place is air conditioned and the Cajun is takin' the stage. She's got pipes to go with the curves, she's singin' "Trouble" by Elvis Presley..like she means it. Flesh, blood and bone my God. Then she dances, to "You Give Love a Bad Name". Corny as hell,..but I can't take my eyes off of her. Flesh, blood and bone,..every move she makes sends chills down my spine..how the hell can she move like that? Her
sense of balance must be perfect, training, that takes training. The numbers on her arm, the letters. they add up suddenly, she's Military or was. She vanishes from the stage to a round of cheers and whistles from the crowd. I leave
the building only to climb to the roof to watch the employee entrance/exit from above. I want her. Anyway I can get her. I want to claim her, to make her bleed, to make her scream my name, to show her pain and make her like it.

It's almost an hour later, 2 in the morning when she comes out. I see the top of her yellow blonde head, I can hear the thud of her boot heels on the pavement, I can smell her sweat from the lights of the stage. She's humming "Trouble"
under her breath. She walks, I follow along on the rooftops, keeping an eye on her, waiting for the right moment. I'm not the only one following her. 4 young fellas pick up her trail as well when she passes in front of a liquor store.
Little sons of bitches, they lay a hand on her I'll rip their hearts out and feed them to 'em.

She turns down an alley, seemingly unaware of them. They call out to her, asking How Much? She turns and I see her frown.

"You couldn't afford me, now turn right 'round and head on home. I am not the lady to mess with." she says almost laughing.

They don't take the hint and charge at her, two of them have knives, I hear the clicks when they open and a growl grows in my throat. She does not run,..never looked for trouble, but never ran...I hear her singing in my head. The knives
close in on her and she turns, grasping one of them by the arm she twists him around, pulling his arm up and back behind him her fingers digging into his wrist, the knife drops from his hand and she catches it. I jump down into the shadows to
get a better look. The darkness is over her face, I can't see it, but I hear her voice, like spicy honey again..this time with poison in it.

"Back..the..fuck..off or I'll break his arm." she growls and I swear my dick jumps at the sound.

They think they have the advantage in numbers, then I see why her smell made me sit up and take notice. She's one of us. The other 3 lunge forward, apparently they don't play poker, they each get a hand on her but not for long.
Before I can move forward an inch, she lets out a grunt and there's a nasty delicious snap in the air. Followed by a scream of pain and the other 3 suddenly fly away from her. One goes into a dumpster, one against a brick wall, the other
lands several feet away. The broken one crumples at her feet.

"I warned you." She snarls.

"Mutie-bitch, I'll kill you!" the one on the pavement says as he tries to make a lunge for her.

I just shake my head at this point. Two shows in one night, I'm impressed. She takes one little step back, her hand held out in front of her, fingers open and then she frowns, there's nothing in her eyes, dead blackness and he hangs
there in the air, clutching at his throat, gagging for breath. I can't remember ever seeing anyone use Telekinesis to kill someone like that,..outside of Star Wars at least. Darth Vader was the shit until they let the cat out of the
bag that he was some shriveled up old white guy. Pfft.

"Not if I kill you first." she says quietly. The light leaves his eyes and she drops him like a stone. She gestures at a fallen knife and it flies to her hand. The broken one who had watched all of this like a deer in the headlights
finally starts to scramble away, mewling like a kitten. She stalks to him and grabs him by the hair, pulling his head back she slices his throat. A gush of hot red blood spurts from his neck and the scent of it fills the air. The One
in the dumpster is trying to get out to get away. She floats up off the pavement and goes for him next. Her Fist balled around the folded knife pummels his face, her left hand holding him by the throat, punch after punch until his face
is a bloody mess and pieces of bone are stuck between her knuckles. The last one had been knocked out by his impact against the wall. She's picking pieces of bone and bits of gore from her hand as she steps over to him.

"nighty-night." she says softly and wipes the knife clean on his shirt. She then lays her hand against his chest over his heart. Her hand seems to vanish and sinks into his chest. I watch, head tilted, then as blood seeps from his mouth
and nose I know what she's done. She made his heart burst. A Beautiful cold blooded killer who can sing and sling drinks. I can't stay still, but I have to. She stands and inhales, then exhales slowly and shudders all over. I hear it, then
see it. Her shoulders are shaking, her breath catching in her throat and so quiet only someone like me or maybe Logan could her it..

"not again,..dammit..not again." She wipes tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and turns to walk away, toward where I stand in the shadows. I know what she's saying without having to ask. She'll have to move again, she kills
because it comes natural to her and now just when she was liking the place, she'll have to leave or end up caught. Something inside me aches and I want her again, this time I want to tell her I know what she's feeling, I want to make
her stop crying, I want to make her not regret a damn thing. She's an animal just like me. She almost gets past me, still leaking from the eyes, but silent. I reach a hand out and grab her arm, whipping her against my chest.

She doesn't make a sound, I don't give her that chance. I claim her mouth with my own, parting her lips under the force of my kiss. Tangling a hand in that spun gold, I hold her to me, the other hand at the small of her back, pressing
her hips against the raging hard on she's inspired. She moans thru the kiss and latches her hands onto my arms. She bites at my lips and I swear I can feel rock hard nipples against my chest thru her shirt. Then I feel it, the pressure
in my throat, I can't breathe well and I break the kiss, looking down at her. She's looking up at me, her head tilted a little to the side.

"Stop." she says quietly.

I do, but I rest my hands on her waist.

"What?" I ask.

"Why didn't you stop me? Who are you?" she asks.

"No one should stop you, you're a natural. Name's Creed."

She releases the hold on my throat and looks back at the alley. "You're the man at the bar. I remember you. You followed me didn't you? Why?"

"Cause I couldn't get ya off my mind frail." honesty..who said it ever killed anybody?

"You don't even know me." she said, and slipped from me again..I caught it this time, she just sorta turned the parts I was touching into mist and backed away becoming solid again. Like Shadowcat does with walls.

"I want to. I'm leavin' town tonight too." I watch her as she watches me. She looks me up and down and it's almost unnerving.

"Who said I was leavin' town?" she narrowed her eyes at me. "I like Vegas."

"You have to..you don't wanna get nailed for this. Believe me frail I know how it is. I've been there myself. Now I make a livin' at it. Come with me." I hold a hand out toward her, black claws and all.

She looks at my hand and then at me again, like she's only just seein' me for the first time. She bites her lower lip for a moment, then puts her hand in mine. Her hand is warm but hard as a rock.

"I got a name..Mister Creed. Magdelena D. LaCroix, most folks just call me Maggie." she says shaking my hand and then turning it up so she can look at the claws. "How did I not notice these earlier?"

I can smell it on her, she's scared of me, but at the same time fascinated. I find myself feeling the same way. We regard each other for a moment. She tells me she'll need to get her essentials. I need to make a phone call anyway.
I refund the plane ticket and buy two seats on an earlier flight. She never even asks where we're going. I'm a piece of driftwood she can cling to as her ship goes down again. At her apartment I watch her, I can't take my eyes off of her.
I make her nervous, it makes her smell better, my mouth almost waters. She moves quick, things flying into her suitcase without ever being touched. She asks the usual questions..what do I do besides look big and scary? I laugh and lean
against the door.

"I do whatever I want...and I survive."

"Well Mister Creed, I reckon that makes us two birds of a feather." she says and closes her suitcase. She nods to me that she's ready to go. The flight doesn't leave for another 3 hours, we have time. I step forward to block the doorway.
I put my hand on her shoulder and push the bag away, it thumps to the floor and I don't even have to say a word. She's pressed against my chest, her nails digging at my shirt, my claws on her back, sliding under her shirt to drag
against her skin, she's hard as steel and I only make the smallest scratches. She moans against me and laughs softly.

"Mister Creed, you are an animal."

I can hear the smile on her lips. Running my hands further down I yank her skirt up, cupping her ass in my hands I lift her off of the floor and bump my legs against the bed. My zipper moves on its own and her hands are in my hair, I break
the kiss and murmur against her neck.

"So are you...Miss LaCroix." I press my teeth against her steel hard neck and she lets out a sigh and shivers, she softens a little, my teeth sink in just a little. She lets out a pained sound and I run my hand between her thighs from behind
she's hot and wet and soaking thru the g-string she had on. I snap it with a claw and her nails dig into my shoulders.

"Fuckin' do it, I've had blood on my hands tonight.." she murmurs against my neck, biting at my pulse and I fall to the bed with her. Never been stripped with TK before, it was enough to raise goosebumps on my skin. I rip at her clothes
and she laughs, eyes wild and full of the same lust. She never even looked, I didn't give her the chance. Mystique tells people I'm hung like a mule, she's a lyin bitch. 9 1/2 inches is not hung like a mule,..but probably close enough.
The Cajun gasps in a breath and tries to scream at the same time when I sink every bit of it inside of her in one hard thrust. Her back arches up and those golden tan tits of hers with the rosy nipples jut up toward my mouth I can't resist 'em.
Digging my fingers into her hips, my claws bring blood this time I can smell it, I close my mouth around one of her nipples sucking it hard against the roof of my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, I can taste the lotion she uses on her skin.
Our bodies slapping together rocks the bed hard against the wall, wet slick tight,..god! The other tit calls to me and I can't ignore it. She writhes under me, making fistfuls of the covers on the bed, things around the room shake and rattle. Her moans mixed with whimpers of pain as my teeth press at her breast and my hips slam against her over and over. Finally, her throat bends when her head snaps back and she damn near convulses around my cock.

"OH FUCK YES! YES! YES!" She screams and tears are running from her eyes, blood trickling from the bite mark around her left nipple. With a growl of my own I pull away, snatch her hair and force her mouth over my cock, hips jerking as I
burst and spill white hot cum into her mouth. She makes a squeal of protest at first, but claws at my thighs, swallowing every drop and sucking me dry.

We look at each other for a few moments there.

"Victor...it's Victor Creed." I say, my own chest still heaving for breath, my heart still hammering out Babaloo.

"Victor." she nods and smiles. "We're gonna be late for our plane."