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Part Four
Attack on Frost Enterprises
Part Four
Surprise broke through the normally cold, neutral expression Adrienne wore; it was a natural action for Creed’s speed and the position she soon found herself in. She met his gaze evenly, masking her fear from her expression as much as she could, yet she knew Victor would sense it. Hell, it would probably make the bastard excited. That thought should sicken her, but she herself knew the joys of causing others pain. She simply did not like being the victim herself.
But it was her place, the lackey for this group’s alpha, so she accepted her predicament… until he threatened her pack, that is. She bared her teeth, canines lengthening and eyes darkening, in a defensive manner. She fought Victor before to protect what was hers, and she would not hesitate to do it again. She needn’t say that aloud to the one who held her, the animal side of him would recognize this protective challenge: attack what was hers, and she would defend it to the best of her ability.
Even before she struck the back of the booth’s seat, she was reversing the minimal transformation: eyes returned to a light blue, teeth returned to normal size. As she stretched out her slightly sore back – fuck, she would have a bruise there – Adrienne spoke, doing her best to keep the anger from her tone.
“I did not say I harmed the girl, nor do I ever intend to. For that matter, I have no desire to harm Chance.” She wanted to continue to try and reason with Creed (the girl was Chance’s weak spot, could be helpful to spy on a spy) but she decided not to. After all, she’d just been told that she was not to get involved, and that was for the best. Let the alpha deal with his underlings in the manner he chose; so long as she was kept out of it, she would not care.
She watched the barman obey Victor’s orders without question, which was good for his sake, and she thought of ordering a Bloody Mary. No, it would not satisfy what she was really craving and she knew it. Sparing a glance to the doorway to where many of the bar’s patrons had fled, she tilted her head in curiosity and asked Victor, without looking away from the door, “Do we have enough time to… grab a bite to eat?”
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“I don’t give a shit what you do so long as you’re back here in a hour and don’t smell like wet dog.” He told her dismissively, turning to Jarred, “no kid, I don’t drink that shit.” He offered a small smile in thanks, but it was more teeth than anything. Sometimes Jarred’s presents was comforting and other times it would drive a body insane. Thankfully the barman brought the pitcher over, since the waitress was not keen on returning, and Creed again had something to occupy himself.
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“Can’t you contain the animal melodrama for one afternoon? We are on a mission and this is very serious business! Lives could be lost, woman!!” Of course this statement, directed to Adrienne, would have come off a lot more stern if a small smirk weren’t fighting to take over his face.
Turning back to Creed, completely ignoring any snappy comeback the girl had in store, Jarred pulled back his now half-full cup and took on a look of mock hurt and indignation. “’Shit’?” He repeated with a cute pout. “Well this ‘shit’ is better than that moose piss you drink… Honestly, the smell… How can you stand it with your heightened senses?” A quick sip hid his smirk, but Jarred was sure Creed was used to his playful nature by now- even if the boss refused to admit that he liked it just a little.
Contemplating his slowly vanishing liquor, Jarred sent the waitress a quick smile to let her know everything was safe and he raised his glass a little. "Hmm, I don't think she likes me anymore," he murmured quietly when she scurried out of sight.
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{Victor barely finished speaking before Adrienne eased out of her seat with a lithe, almost slithering motion and depositing her coat on the seat as she stood. She walked away from the pair without a second glance.
She watched those she passed, calculating how fine of a meal they would make. No doubt some mistook her glances for ‘come hither’, but the icy way she dismissed them left little doubt as to her meaning. Unfortunately, they were not many still in the bar, so she ventured outside.
She was now in the slums, indicated by the bleak outlook, dark settings, and the feeling that murderers lurked around every corner. She needed someone who was pathetic enough to not be missed, a cast-off of humanity… ah, perfect!
Her prey was across the street. He was a lanky man, no older than 36, and clearly a bum who spent every cent he acquired on drugs and beer (evidenced by his scraggly clothes and the fresh bottle he held). Thankfully, he was one who cleaned fairly regularly.
As her excitement rose within her, her resistance began to fade. After licking her lips, she did a few quick cartwheels to get to the man, and a final flip landed her on top of him. The force of her landing shoved him back against the nearest wall; she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing them and pressing him forcefully against her. One hand held onto the wall, to steady herself, whilst the other rested on her right leg.
With the speed of a viper strike, she extracted her dragon claw dagger from its right-side holster and lodged it firmly in his throat, effectively cutting off any screams. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, landing on her outfit around her breasts, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel and the scent of the blood as it continued to pour. She clung to him like a vicious lover as death throes overtook him. She drank from him leisurely, enjoying the way his body moved against hers in a nearly erotic fashion.
However, her bloodlust could only be restrained for so long. With her feet and hands bracing against the wall, she back flipped away from him. Without remorse, she watched his lifeless body sink to the ground, leaving a large bloodstain on the wall. She gripped his shirt front and tossed him deep into the alleyway, removing her knife as he sailed through the air. Adrienne cleaned off the dagger with her tongue, moaning with ecstasy. She holstered it, and then did a few cartwheels into the alley, eager to claim her meal.
She landed in a straddling crouch over him, her knees on either side of his hips. She leaned down and greedily drank in some of the blood. It stained the pale flesh around her lips and chin, but did not stick to her outfit. As she drank, her hands tore away his filthy clothes, using clawed hands and, for the pants, her dagger. The pause between tearing his clothes and changing to the wolf was minimal and soon she was feasting happily; his flesh proved to be no match for her claws and teeth. His blood stained the concrete, her fur, but she was lost in a blood-crazed ecstasy and didn’t notice.
Slowly, after an unknown length of time had passed, she came back to herself, mentally and physically, gasping for breath. It was not often she gave in to excess like this, and when she did, she was no better than a rabid animal; the bloodlust was a rapturous thrill better than any orgasm.
Adrienne stood and recollected her dagger. She looked down at the man with a pleased grin; he was now unrecognizable in face and form. Collecting his shirt, which she had tossed aside earlier, she cleaned herself off, leaving not a trace of blood. After venturing out, she noticed the store near the ally; a run-down adult store. Curious, she ventured inside.
After five minutes, she made her way back to the bar, using her new whip as a jump-rope. After entering, she coiled her new weapon around her dagger holster, and returned to their booth. She looked the same as before, though a satisfied happiness was now evident in her eyes, and she looked slightly less pale.
“Anyone miss me?” She asked in an almost playful tone, and then motioned to the barman. “Bloody Mary, if you please.”} *A/N: Adrienne is ignored for a bit while our two sexy men talk in the bar!
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Creed watched as Adrienne walked away, shaking his head, he would never understand the girl and he just knew she was going to die, whether by his hand or Wolverine’s, it didn’t matter, she was a walking corps. Finally turning to Jarred who had thoroughly insulted his beer, he grinned. “It ain’t moose piss, this is good old American hopes… and my senses like it just fine.” He eyed the cup jarred was holding and whistled loudly, catching the retreating waitresses attention. “Drink, now.” He grunted it in an angry tone and the waitress, who had jumped with his words, moved to fill the order quickly. “It ain’t about them likin’ ya, ya just gotta know how to talk to ‘em.” He grinned toothily.
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“Talk to them, commanding them- it’s all pretty much the same with their people,” Jarred said, getting over his little bought of, well, not depression really, but he didn’t like how the woman had looked at him… As if he were the one not supposed to be walking this earth!! Ridiculous! “Of course, I’m sure that’s the only way to get it into the sheep’s head…” Dammit, why couldn’t he shake this off? Raising his newly refilled glass, he saluted the man beside him and drank deeply.
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“Ya need to relax kid, we know where we belong, it’s them who are out dated.” Creed hated it when he got like this and wanted to knock some sense into him, but instead he let it go. “What ya salutin’? Your fearless leader?” he quirked an eyebrow and laughed heartily. ‘Fearless leader my ass, may not be afraid of anything, but I am no leader.’ He thought to himself. In his own head he had always been more of a loner and it killed him to have to rely on other people, but at least Jared wasn’t that bad… sometimes. Semi-dependable and practically a killer, for all the kids talk Creed just didn’t think he had the stomach to go all the way.
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“Aye sir, to the Misfits’ fearless leader and his rag-tag group of laggies!” Jared saluted again and took another deep swallow. It was rare that he got to spend so much time alone with Victor Creed, even less of that time that was not spent with him being strangled- but Jared enjoyed this more human, less insane-homicidal-maniac Creed. The younger man thought for a moment before continuing, “May you lead us to an honorable death or more alcohol.”
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“Or I may just kill ya myself and save the world a lot of trouble.” He jested, but showed no indication of it. Leaning back, he guzzled his remainder of beer and just watched. One of his favorite pass times was watching people, watching how they acted, how they interacted, just watching. You could learn a lot about a person by their body language, for instance, Jared was happy to just be sitting here with Creed, which baffled him to no extent, but he was certain that if Jared had a tail it would be wagging right now.
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Jared gave Creed a calculating look before finishing off his own drink, but when the woman came back to hurriedly refill it he just said “no thanks” and turned back to the human/feral puzzle that is Creed. “Kill me, good sir, and you will have to deal with little miss Wolf all on your own. Besides, who would fly millions of miles in just one night for you?”
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“A well paid pilot.” He answered in short, not looking at him once. But it was true, if he offed Jared he would have to off the girl too or else she would drive him sane. He sighed and refilled his cup, happy that Jared had stopped at two, but unwilling to stop himself, his healing factor rid his body of alcohol almost immediately after it was consumed, which was probably why his bladder started screaming.
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As he got out of his seat to let Creed by, barely hiding his ever-present smirk, Jared watched the large man hurry towards the bathroom. However, the humor dropped completely from his face as their subject walked in through the front door. And was it just his imagination, or did their leader’s step seem to quicken as the door closed behind her.
Creed was already half way across the room, but Jared yelled anyways. “Never mind- come back here and kill me now!!” As Adrienne came back to their booth he gave her a smile and they sat down in awkward silence. ‘Damn pussy,’ he thought sulkily of Creed.
“Kill anyone of importance?” Jared asked conversationally to the girl across from him.
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Creed ducked into the bathroom with a chuckle, content to leave his minions alone.
A/N: Oh my, here’s the end of the fourth part- is Creed’s bladder really that small? Does Jared have a tail hidden on that cute ass of his? Did Adrienne kill anyone who matters?!
Find out next time- on Yu-Gi-Oh!
I mean, in the Chronicles! ^^;;
Part Four
Surprise broke through the normally cold, neutral expression Adrienne wore; it was a natural action for Creed’s speed and the position she soon found herself in. She met his gaze evenly, masking her fear from her expression as much as she could, yet she knew Victor would sense it. Hell, it would probably make the bastard excited. That thought should sicken her, but she herself knew the joys of causing others pain. She simply did not like being the victim herself.
But it was her place, the lackey for this group’s alpha, so she accepted her predicament… until he threatened her pack, that is. She bared her teeth, canines lengthening and eyes darkening, in a defensive manner. She fought Victor before to protect what was hers, and she would not hesitate to do it again. She needn’t say that aloud to the one who held her, the animal side of him would recognize this protective challenge: attack what was hers, and she would defend it to the best of her ability.
Even before she struck the back of the booth’s seat, she was reversing the minimal transformation: eyes returned to a light blue, teeth returned to normal size. As she stretched out her slightly sore back – fuck, she would have a bruise there – Adrienne spoke, doing her best to keep the anger from her tone.
“I did not say I harmed the girl, nor do I ever intend to. For that matter, I have no desire to harm Chance.” She wanted to continue to try and reason with Creed (the girl was Chance’s weak spot, could be helpful to spy on a spy) but she decided not to. After all, she’d just been told that she was not to get involved, and that was for the best. Let the alpha deal with his underlings in the manner he chose; so long as she was kept out of it, she would not care.
She watched the barman obey Victor’s orders without question, which was good for his sake, and she thought of ordering a Bloody Mary. No, it would not satisfy what she was really craving and she knew it. Sparing a glance to the doorway to where many of the bar’s patrons had fled, she tilted her head in curiosity and asked Victor, without looking away from the door, “Do we have enough time to… grab a bite to eat?”
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“I don’t give a shit what you do so long as you’re back here in a hour and don’t smell like wet dog.” He told her dismissively, turning to Jarred, “no kid, I don’t drink that shit.” He offered a small smile in thanks, but it was more teeth than anything. Sometimes Jarred’s presents was comforting and other times it would drive a body insane. Thankfully the barman brought the pitcher over, since the waitress was not keen on returning, and Creed again had something to occupy himself.
-
“Can’t you contain the animal melodrama for one afternoon? We are on a mission and this is very serious business! Lives could be lost, woman!!” Of course this statement, directed to Adrienne, would have come off a lot more stern if a small smirk weren’t fighting to take over his face.
Turning back to Creed, completely ignoring any snappy comeback the girl had in store, Jarred pulled back his now half-full cup and took on a look of mock hurt and indignation. “’Shit’?” He repeated with a cute pout. “Well this ‘shit’ is better than that moose piss you drink… Honestly, the smell… How can you stand it with your heightened senses?” A quick sip hid his smirk, but Jarred was sure Creed was used to his playful nature by now- even if the boss refused to admit that he liked it just a little.
Contemplating his slowly vanishing liquor, Jarred sent the waitress a quick smile to let her know everything was safe and he raised his glass a little. "Hmm, I don't think she likes me anymore," he murmured quietly when she scurried out of sight.
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{Victor barely finished speaking before Adrienne eased out of her seat with a lithe, almost slithering motion and depositing her coat on the seat as she stood. She walked away from the pair without a second glance.
She watched those she passed, calculating how fine of a meal they would make. No doubt some mistook her glances for ‘come hither’, but the icy way she dismissed them left little doubt as to her meaning. Unfortunately, they were not many still in the bar, so she ventured outside.
She was now in the slums, indicated by the bleak outlook, dark settings, and the feeling that murderers lurked around every corner. She needed someone who was pathetic enough to not be missed, a cast-off of humanity… ah, perfect!
Her prey was across the street. He was a lanky man, no older than 36, and clearly a bum who spent every cent he acquired on drugs and beer (evidenced by his scraggly clothes and the fresh bottle he held). Thankfully, he was one who cleaned fairly regularly.
As her excitement rose within her, her resistance began to fade. After licking her lips, she did a few quick cartwheels to get to the man, and a final flip landed her on top of him. The force of her landing shoved him back against the nearest wall; she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing them and pressing him forcefully against her. One hand held onto the wall, to steady herself, whilst the other rested on her right leg.
With the speed of a viper strike, she extracted her dragon claw dagger from its right-side holster and lodged it firmly in his throat, effectively cutting off any screams. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, landing on her outfit around her breasts, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feel and the scent of the blood as it continued to pour. She clung to him like a vicious lover as death throes overtook him. She drank from him leisurely, enjoying the way his body moved against hers in a nearly erotic fashion.
However, her bloodlust could only be restrained for so long. With her feet and hands bracing against the wall, she back flipped away from him. Without remorse, she watched his lifeless body sink to the ground, leaving a large bloodstain on the wall. She gripped his shirt front and tossed him deep into the alleyway, removing her knife as he sailed through the air. Adrienne cleaned off the dagger with her tongue, moaning with ecstasy. She holstered it, and then did a few cartwheels into the alley, eager to claim her meal.
She landed in a straddling crouch over him, her knees on either side of his hips. She leaned down and greedily drank in some of the blood. It stained the pale flesh around her lips and chin, but did not stick to her outfit. As she drank, her hands tore away his filthy clothes, using clawed hands and, for the pants, her dagger. The pause between tearing his clothes and changing to the wolf was minimal and soon she was feasting happily; his flesh proved to be no match for her claws and teeth. His blood stained the concrete, her fur, but she was lost in a blood-crazed ecstasy and didn’t notice.
Slowly, after an unknown length of time had passed, she came back to herself, mentally and physically, gasping for breath. It was not often she gave in to excess like this, and when she did, she was no better than a rabid animal; the bloodlust was a rapturous thrill better than any orgasm.
Adrienne stood and recollected her dagger. She looked down at the man with a pleased grin; he was now unrecognizable in face and form. Collecting his shirt, which she had tossed aside earlier, she cleaned herself off, leaving not a trace of blood. After venturing out, she noticed the store near the ally; a run-down adult store. Curious, she ventured inside.
After five minutes, she made her way back to the bar, using her new whip as a jump-rope. After entering, she coiled her new weapon around her dagger holster, and returned to their booth. She looked the same as before, though a satisfied happiness was now evident in her eyes, and she looked slightly less pale.
“Anyone miss me?” She asked in an almost playful tone, and then motioned to the barman. “Bloody Mary, if you please.”} *A/N: Adrienne is ignored for a bit while our two sexy men talk in the bar!
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Creed watched as Adrienne walked away, shaking his head, he would never understand the girl and he just knew she was going to die, whether by his hand or Wolverine’s, it didn’t matter, she was a walking corps. Finally turning to Jarred who had thoroughly insulted his beer, he grinned. “It ain’t moose piss, this is good old American hopes… and my senses like it just fine.” He eyed the cup jarred was holding and whistled loudly, catching the retreating waitresses attention. “Drink, now.” He grunted it in an angry tone and the waitress, who had jumped with his words, moved to fill the order quickly. “It ain’t about them likin’ ya, ya just gotta know how to talk to ‘em.” He grinned toothily.
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“Talk to them, commanding them- it’s all pretty much the same with their people,” Jarred said, getting over his little bought of, well, not depression really, but he didn’t like how the woman had looked at him… As if he were the one not supposed to be walking this earth!! Ridiculous! “Of course, I’m sure that’s the only way to get it into the sheep’s head…” Dammit, why couldn’t he shake this off? Raising his newly refilled glass, he saluted the man beside him and drank deeply.
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“Ya need to relax kid, we know where we belong, it’s them who are out dated.” Creed hated it when he got like this and wanted to knock some sense into him, but instead he let it go. “What ya salutin’? Your fearless leader?” he quirked an eyebrow and laughed heartily. ‘Fearless leader my ass, may not be afraid of anything, but I am no leader.’ He thought to himself. In his own head he had always been more of a loner and it killed him to have to rely on other people, but at least Jared wasn’t that bad… sometimes. Semi-dependable and practically a killer, for all the kids talk Creed just didn’t think he had the stomach to go all the way.
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“Aye sir, to the Misfits’ fearless leader and his rag-tag group of laggies!” Jared saluted again and took another deep swallow. It was rare that he got to spend so much time alone with Victor Creed, even less of that time that was not spent with him being strangled- but Jared enjoyed this more human, less insane-homicidal-maniac Creed. The younger man thought for a moment before continuing, “May you lead us to an honorable death or more alcohol.”
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“Or I may just kill ya myself and save the world a lot of trouble.” He jested, but showed no indication of it. Leaning back, he guzzled his remainder of beer and just watched. One of his favorite pass times was watching people, watching how they acted, how they interacted, just watching. You could learn a lot about a person by their body language, for instance, Jared was happy to just be sitting here with Creed, which baffled him to no extent, but he was certain that if Jared had a tail it would be wagging right now.
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Jared gave Creed a calculating look before finishing off his own drink, but when the woman came back to hurriedly refill it he just said “no thanks” and turned back to the human/feral puzzle that is Creed. “Kill me, good sir, and you will have to deal with little miss Wolf all on your own. Besides, who would fly millions of miles in just one night for you?”
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“A well paid pilot.” He answered in short, not looking at him once. But it was true, if he offed Jared he would have to off the girl too or else she would drive him sane. He sighed and refilled his cup, happy that Jared had stopped at two, but unwilling to stop himself, his healing factor rid his body of alcohol almost immediately after it was consumed, which was probably why his bladder started screaming.
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As he got out of his seat to let Creed by, barely hiding his ever-present smirk, Jared watched the large man hurry towards the bathroom. However, the humor dropped completely from his face as their subject walked in through the front door. And was it just his imagination, or did their leader’s step seem to quicken as the door closed behind her.
Creed was already half way across the room, but Jared yelled anyways. “Never mind- come back here and kill me now!!” As Adrienne came back to their booth he gave her a smile and they sat down in awkward silence. ‘Damn pussy,’ he thought sulkily of Creed.
“Kill anyone of importance?” Jared asked conversationally to the girl across from him.
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Creed ducked into the bathroom with a chuckle, content to leave his minions alone.
A/N: Oh my, here’s the end of the fourth part- is Creed’s bladder really that small? Does Jared have a tail hidden on that cute ass of his? Did Adrienne kill anyone who matters?!
Find out next time- on Yu-Gi-Oh!
I mean, in the Chronicles! ^^;;