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A Woman Scorned

She woke to the sound of masculine breath above her. The chill had settled onto the floor making her warm sleeping place not so warm. She begrudgingly crawled out of her small space to walk into the living room. There the embers of the fire glowed brightly and she set about making it blaze to life.

'If your fire burns your true love burns for you as well' she had always heard.

She set herself to the next task. Breakfast. Oddly she found that Victor did most of the cleaning, cooking, and repairing. All the main day to day chores really. Leaving her to sit and watch as he went about it in stony silence. He was OCD or extremely controlling. At least it seemed so.

If she picked up a book from the table and placed it back he would be seen shortly after moving it just a centimeter this way or that until it was perfect. She could handle that. She wasn't hard to get along with she could handle his silence, smart ass comments, and his inane need to have everything just so. Those things didn't bother her.

It was being itemized and disrespected and ignored that was unbearable. Those things she would be unable to weather. Those things she had already had her fill of in her young life.

She cooked in silence and ate. It was long after that Victor rose and came into the kitchen. He was always dressed she noted in his dark long sleeve shirt and his black military looking pants.

"Good morning" she reminded silent.

She had left his food to keep warm in the oven. When he glanced around expectantly after filling his coffee mug she pointed to the oven. She watched as he sat down and began to eat. She sat silently sipping her juice. She ignored him as best she could with him giving her long stares

"Foods good" he said after half the plate was gone. She shrugged and drained the rest of her glass.

She rose to do her dishes and yet most of her senses remained attuned to him. He was an apex predator the alpha here. She didn't trust him. She finished near the time he rose to place his dishes in the sink.

"You eat off them you wash em" she said twirling away into the living room.

She heard him smashing around the kitchen until he walked outside. Creepy black coat in place along with scowl to finish off the look. The certain look Victor Creed did excellently: creepy stalker feral assassin. You know something easy to pull off for normal people.

She fixed the various throws she had for the chairs and couch. She dusted and rearranged things to her own liking. She even mopped the tile in the bathroom, scrubbing nonexistent soap scum from the bath and shower. She went as far as to clean the wooden floors.

Some women screamed and bitched when they were mad. Evelyn Rowan Baptiste had to be odd and clean obsessively or kill something. Before Victor it had been simply running or looking for fights to relieve her anger. A very animal, feral way of handling things. That was before, after Victor smashed into her life like a falling tree she barely let the animal out. She took a much more human view on things now.

'Curiosity killed the cat' she thought dryly as she remembered how this all began. Just one single step to get a glimpse at gods in an arena and she was suffering for it. Two long years later. She felt way to old to be just eighteen.

She was to the space just before the hearth when she noted the small wooden figurine. Casting a small shadow, she picked it up gingerly setting aside her brush. It was obviously her or at least how she had been sitting. The features were rough and yet it was obvious. He had carved her.

Her upper lip curled in disgust showing of the delicate fangs in her mouth. She tossed it into the flame in her anger and carried on with her work. By the time everything had been done: clothes washed, bed linen changed, every surface cleaned and buffed; she lay down upon the couch. Even her healing factor couldn't make her feel energized.

She slept as most cats would after a long endeavor of some sort or another. She wondered blearily just before sleep finally claimed dominion over her where the temperamental male had gone too.

'Maybe he died. Or maybe he left me alone for good' she thought giddily.

Odd that the deepest inner part of herself cried out against his leaving or dying. Just as she had done for years now though she stuffed it tightly back behind her wall. Beyond the moat filled with dark things. Deep in the bowls of the fortress she called a heart and essentially her soul. The very essence of her was silenced. That elemental part of her that she had locked away for two long years. The part she hated most of all.

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He made his way back to the den after picking up his package of items he had ordered to be dropped off. He planned on wintering here giving his female time to accept him. Then he would see to moving them a little closer to humanity so he could go back to what he was good at. Hunting and killing things.

A couple of snowshoe hares would make an excellent dinner for them both. He wondered if perhaps her cleaning had eased her edge some. It was humorous that it reminded him of how he would beat the piss out of someone or find a frail to fuck senseless to get his edge off. For her it seemed to be cleaning. Or .... Destroying the house or him.

He found the house oddly quite and found the cause for it. She was asleep on the couch out in the open. By choice no less. That appeared to be against the grain for her. He noted that things were changed. The few trinkets about the room were moved slightly.

He stopped the growl from rising in his throat. This was his den now and he had placed everything the way he wished. Now it was messed up. His eyes swept over the room and notes instantly something missing from the hearth. The figurine. He noted a suspicious lump of wood in the fire as well.

She was asserting her dominance. He would have to remedy that very quickly. Burning his things he made. Moving things he had placed in position. Cleaning their shared scent from everything. Oh yes he would remedy that. He wondered how the scorned little female would handle it.