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After they left I sat on my couch until I calmed down. Took about two hours which after I felt completely drained, and let Beast out since he was scratching on my door. Sighing I started to clean my apartment placing the fallen objects back in their spot from where they fell from. Once I was done cleaning up I went into my room and climb under the blankets and hugged my stuffed lamb my grandmother gave me when I was born. Funny thing is I named him Lamby and Victor calls me lamb. I really like it as it's a cute nickname. I sniffled as felt tears rise up in my eyes as I curled into a ball as I hugged Lamby closer to my chest. I seriously miss Victor, I feel like there is a piercing pain in my chest when I'm hearing his voice or to see him on my laptop.

I know my parents were in an accidents but my parents have been dead to me since I found out they gave me up. I guess it is time to tell you about my parents. When I was five my powers started to show as I started to levitate my stuffed animals around while playing tea party. My parents didn't like that and brought me to Xavier's school for the Gifted or for mutants. It was all fun and giggles but by the time I was ten I noticed that my parents wouldn't take my calls and I barely got birthday cards from them. When I was sixteen, I went through Charles office when he was out of the school going to see another mutant with Scoot. I found my file and I found out that my parents filed an adoption papers making me no longer their child as my sister took over the responsibility of being a parent to me. Didn't work. So I waited until I was eighteen as I was allowed to drive as I went to my parents' house, guess what I found out. They were celebrating their adopted non-mutant son third birthday and boy did I throw a fit. They argued with me but the truth was that they hated mutants and didn't want to be associated with my sister or me.

Let's just say I left their house with multiple furniture turned upside down or broken from my powers. Since then I've never thought of them as my parents and never cared for them even now with the accident.

I sound terrible don't I but still it was a shitty thing for them to do as well.

Enough of them I felt Beast jump on the bed as he moved over to me as he curled up by my belly as he softly purred as he fell asleep. I smiled at him as I closed my eyes and listened to him purr thinking it was Victor next to me.

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The next morning I still felt upset so I grabbed my watercolors and sketch pad along with my brushes, phone, wallet, keys, water, a cup, and my headphones. Feeding Beast I grabbed my bike as I left my building and rode down to the beach. I dressed in just some shorts with some paint stains, sandals, and just a floral shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. I stared at the waves rolling onto the sand as I began to sketch the sea with the sun rising in the sky. With classical piano music playing in my ears, I stopped as I stared at my page before ripping and crumbling it up.

I grumbled as I rubbed my hand over my face. Sighing I looked at my page as my mind started to wander to Victor. The pit of my stomach clenched as my chest tightened before I picked up my pencil and started to draw him. I began to draw him from when I first saw him at the hotel, dressed in his dark suit with his hair cut short and his mutton chops trimmed. Remembering his amber eyes glow in a light glare and his smug grin. Slowly my chest and stomach began to ease from the pain as I flipped the page and started to draw Victor as I had saw him when I was lying in bed with him sleeping so peacefully with no shirt and his head resting softly on the pillow. Soon my hand began to go wild as I started to draw him page after page but of what I saw him not the monster everyone saw him to be.

I moved the eraser ends off my page as I stared down at the picture before me. It was when Victor pulled me to him after I caught June's bouquet. He looked so worn out and defeated. Even under his eyes were dark lines as if he hadn't slept. I drew his hands, his face, body frame both clothed and just waist up naked. My cheeks warmed softly as stared as I pulled my sketch pad to my chest hugging it tight.

I feel like a stupid teenager with a huge crush on a movie star or some guy in school. Crushing on someone I have no idea what he likes or his past.

Ugh, I slapped my hand over my face growling from the back of my throat as I slammed my pad on my lap. I hate feeling like this, it's been five months and again it feels longer. All we do is talk sex, I guess I can call myself like any other female as I wish to know more about Victor. All I know is that he is a feral, his is old for two hundred – but still incredible handsome -, knows about cars, knows multiple langue's with the atrocious accents and grammar. I can only speak French though I have been thinking of learning Italian as I really want to go to Venice and paint some of their landscapes and their festival of Mask they have before Easter. I've seen pictures and the costumes are beyond beautiful.

Sighing, pulled my pad down in my lap as I stared at the picture, "The fuck you drawing Creed."

"AHHHHH!" I screamed as I jumped up clenching my pad to my chest I spun around to see Logan standing behind me with his hands in his leather jacket with a cigar in his mouth.

"Logan!" I growled as I stomped over to step on the ledge I was sitting on to hit him hard with my pad. "You stupid bastard don't fucking do that!"

"Ow, shit stop it!" Logan growled before grabbing my wrist to stop me but I lifted my right knee as I hit him in the groin hard. He let go of me as he grabbed his crotch as I glared at him.

"Bitch," he grunted out before struggling to stand up.

"The hell are you doing here? I thought you left with Charles!" I demanded as I started to pack everything in my bag.

"He went back with Storm to the mansion but I wanted to stay and talk," Logan said gruffly as he picked his still lite cigar.

I put my bag in my basket on my bike as I glared at him, "Well I don't, I don't like you."

"Yet you like Creed," his eyes stared at me like he was fishing for something I didn't know what he was looking for.

"He may be an ass but he doesn't treat me like a child," I started to walk away from him but I noticed he started to walk with me. "Piss of Logan."

"I'm not leaving till we talk," I threw my head back and let out a stress, "UGH!"

I turned to him with a glare that made him stop and tense up, "WHAT?"

"Do you know what a 'Mate' is?" Logan asked as he shifted his weight on his right leg waiting for an answer.

"That I'm supposed to be his perfect match or something," I left out the soulmate bit he told me in the hotel. "Why?"

"Because I'm still trying to figure out why the hell Victor would take a mate since he pretty much rapes women for his own amusement," He said with emotion of anger in his tone but his face was stone cold.

"I'm aware of the stories Logan, I heard them in the mansion when I used to live there. I'm not stupid," I retorted.

"You're pretty stupid for liking him Emily, he's a killer," He growled as he put the end of his cigar no the ground and mushed it under his boot.

"Like you aren't, like I haven't heard stories of the X-men in battles from other kids or the news. No one in that mansion is innocent Logan, don't like you are," I gripped the handle of my bike.

I'm really thinking of taking him and drowning him right now just to get out of this conversation.

"Emily, hello!" I snapped back to reality as Logan was waving his hand in front of my face. "Are you listening to me?"

"No Logan I wasn't, I was imaging drowning you in the salt water behind me just to get out of this conversation," I smiled and walked passed him with my bike.

"Damnit Emily we want to protect you from him!" Logan yelled as I stopped dead in my tracks.

I put my kickstand down as I turned to look at him, I walked right up and kicked him in the balls again super hard. He fell to his knees as I grabbed him by his shirt and jacket as I pulled him up to my face, "Listen closely to me, I do not want your protection. I hate all of you, and if I had the power I would slit everyone's throat if I could. Leave me alone."

I dropped him as I went back to my bike as I rode off leaving him on the sidewalk. I rode to my bike to the flea market where they have this great homemade ice cream stand as I got a cup and sat down. Love vanilla ice cream with raspberry syrup, actually raspberries with some strawberries and chocolate syrup. I sat there enjoying my sadness cup sine I only get this when I'm upset or angry when a man sat down in front of me.

Very pale skin with an angelic feature looking the age of near thirty with pitch black hair pushed back with a few strands falling forward with unique bright orange eyes. Dressed in black tight jeans, designer black point boots, and a black button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows with a silver chair around his neck with silver gothic rings on his hands.

He looks like a gothic model because fuck he is good looking, "Can I help you? Sir?"

"Yes my darling, my name is Onyx and I saw what you did to Logan by the beach. Love it," He spoke as he had a thick accent. Russia? Romanian maybe.

"Um okay, who are you?" Was getting a real creepy vibe from this guy.

"Sorry my dear, you see I work for Victor," my eyes widen as I sat up straight which he took notice as he smiled showing two sets of fangs similar to Victors but he had an extra pair right after the normal fangs. "Don't worry my dear I'm just here to watch over you, say like protection."

"Protection? What for?" I asked.

"Victor wanted to make sure nothing happens to you as you can say we are bit of partners in a say," He replied as he crossed his right leg over his left.

My eyebrows narrowed together as I was confused, "Partners? I didn't think Victor would ever take a partner due to his profession."

"Oh my dear I'm the same as him."

"You're a feral?" I asked as he shook his head.

"No my dear as you see, I take special jobs like Victor to kill certain people but working with Victor is so much more fun. You see my dear I'm much older than your dear Mate as I've seen wars back until the dark ages."

My jaw dropped, "Holy shit!"

He chuckled, "Yes I may look young but I assure you I'm old. Though with the years passed I've come to love the technology you humans create. You can say I'm a hacker on the side for Mr. Creed and help with getting information with some killings on the side. Such good money making really but I've come to respect the animal that Victor is, which is why he hired me to keep you safe."

"Sorry if I ask again; why protect me?" I pushed my ice cream to the side as I lost interest in it but he seemed okay as he took it and began to use the spoon to mix everything in the cup together.

"Mates are a rare thing my dear as I can explain it simply. Ferals like Victor and Logan are the rarest type of mutants on this earth, as I've only come across four in my lifetime but again ever so small in number they are. A feral does have a special mate which is in turn something special for them as the special intended Mate that is choose by nature or Fate if you want to call it. This 'Mate' is the perfect match to for the Feral to have as a partner. Now ferals can marry any other female but they grow old as again leaving the feral alone," Onyx explained as he went on after taking a bite of my slightly melted ice cream.

"But when a Feral finds their true Mate, they will do anything to keep them safe and away from anyone else that looks at her or him. You my dear are the rarest piece of jewel that the world has to offer, and you are a Female Mate which again only maybe one out of the whole world exist. Because darling when Victor comes for you, he is going to hide you away from the world so no one can touch you but him," Onyx placed the cup back on the table as he stood up. "Have a good day my dear, ice cream was delicious."

I watched him leave as I had some stuff to think over.

Would Victor really hide me away from everyone I'm close too?

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Alright me amazing readers, hope this little cliff hanger will excite you until the next chapter as to what's going to happen with Victor and Emily in the next chapter!

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