| Vic vs a kid take 2 Creed felt a searing hate towards the woman he called his wife. She went out of her was this time to disobey one of his many orders. He frowned and growled menacingly at the basket with a blue blanket and a rattle perched outside his gate. It was placed there as a part of a program to eliminate abandoned babies by providing a safe house for them. The mother’s could leave the child in the basket for the family to take care of but they had to ring the doorbell. Apparently, November had heard his car drive up because she wandered out of the house and towards him. She sped up and linked her arm through his and tried to pull his attention away from her disobedience. Instead of yelling or swearing or killing her, he stared at her angrily—he knew that this would intimidate her more. “You touch that basket and I’ll rip off your head.” She frowned at his expression. “I don’t want that infront of my mansion.” He pointed to the basket irritatedly. “Why? Cuz you don’t want a baby on our doorstep? Do you want that baby to die?” “What baby? There is no baby! Besides, it wouldn’t bug me one bit if the kid kicked th’ bucket!” “Well dammit, I do!” November yelled. Some of the neighbors stopped and stared at them, but not for long, they were used to Victor’s temper. “But there’s no baby! The baby is non-existent!” Creed went back to his car and drove it up to the garage. “Oh go to hell! The basket stays!” She went inside and slammed the door. Creed reopened the door and slammed it in turn behind him. He was aware that if his wife was angry, then he’d be having quite a few lonely nights with only his hand for comfort. He found her in the kitchen making dinner and he went over to her to mumble things about it not killing him to have a basket outside the door, but the doorbell cut him off. “There’s no way there’s a baby in that thing! It’s just to coincidental.” Victor went to the front gate as quick as possible. “Hi! We’re selling Girl Scout cookies! Would you like to buy some?” the small group of girls quivered in fear at Creed’s disheveled appearance. “Does it look like I wanna buy cookies?!” He growled. “Victor, you’re scaring them.” November magickally appeared at his side with her wallet. She handed them some bills and asked for mint chocolate something or other. As the girls ran off to the next house, November turned to him. “You sure aren’t the sweetest thing in the world, that’s for sure…now stop eating those! You’ll ruin your appetite!” She snatched them away. Creed didn’t bother arguing, it was almost dinnertime anyway and November fed him well. *_*_*_* Crunch Crunch Crunch “Dammit woman! Go to sleep!” Creed yelled at her. Crunch. She nibbled defiantly. He went to smack her but got tangle in the sheets. “Why’re you eatin’ them cookies at one in the morning?” “I’m hungry?” November asked rather than replied. “Why did I marry you?” “To make sure I wouldn’t leave you.” Crunch. “That couldn’t be it.” He turned to face her. “Funny.” Crunch. Creed frowned and snatched a cookie away from her with his teeth. When he was done with it, he gave November a small lick and pulled himself up to take off his boxers. “Is that your idea of foreplay?” His wife laughed as his shorts fell to the ground. “Yup.” He tore away the sheets that enveloped her. November picked up a pillow and threw it at him. She pointed towards the couch that was in their room. “I don’t think so, girlie.” He growled at her and climbed back into bed. “Then put your undies back on.” She slapped his bare ass. Creed turned over and grinned maliciously. *_*_*_* “Does that count as spousal rape?” November woke up on the couch in a bundle of sheets. Creed yawned and scratched his furry tummy on the bed. “C’mon, you liked it.” “I’m so sore.” She grimaced as she pulled herself up. “Quit yer bitchin’.” Victor left and wandered down the driveway to get the morning paper. Then a scent caught his nose. Sure enough, when he turned to his left, a baby lay sleeping in the basket. “Dammit.” *_*_*_* “They were supposed to ring the doorbell.” She said as she cradled the bundle in her arms…after fixing breakfast of course. “Yeah? I was supposed that love ya til death do us part but it’s far from love I’m feelin’ right now. What th’ hell are we gonna do now?” Victor growled as he hunkered over his bowl of Lucky Charms. “Call the orphanage I guess.” November’s voice was quite, not for the baby’s sake, not because she wanted to keep the baby herself, but because of Victor’s sharp change in moods without warning. Creed glared at her. “Don’t look so enthusiastic.” “Vic, do you think we could maybe...keep the...” Creed’s stare ended her sentence abruptly. “What do you think?” He placed his newspaper down, making his hands available to hit her. “But Victor, the poor thing will just be shipped around from house to house!” November wasn’t feeling as brave as yesterday so despite her protests, she was still huddling over the infant and staying as far out of reach of Victor as possible. “And you’ll be dead.” His threat was loaded but it came out as second nature. “Alright.” She agreed, for her own safety. “I’ll bring him in after breakfast. Will you be coming?” “Don’t ask me stupid questions, woman.” He leered at her over his cup of orange juice then handed it to her for more. The child had begun to fuss and Creed knew it was inevitable for it to start shrieking. “Y’know what? Why don’t’cha leave now. You take care o’ the kid and I’ll stack my dishes up nicely fer you ta wash ‘em.” He left no room for questions, he pushed November to the door and opened the garage for her. He growled all the way back to the kitchen but after finishing, managed to conveniently forget to put his dishes in the kitchen sink. *_*_*_* “Um...Sweetheart?” November asked shyly. She had poked her beautiful face into the bathroom while Victor was shaving. A strained smile was sitting on her face but Vic’s was stone cold. “Why do ya still got the kid?” His voice was dangerously low and calm. “Well, um, ya see…” Vic’s green eyes flashed and a growl erupted from deep within his chest. “They couldn’t put him anywhere quite yet, they're all full up, so they asked us to hang on to him for a few days…weeks.” Tears began to well up in her eyes, knowing he was likely to hit her hard for not pleasing him. And it came. She understood why he was thrashing her with the back of his strong hand. She had never condoned physical abuse before she met Victor Creed but as life went on, she could easily see why so many women put up with their abusers. Fortunately after he was done, her face was only dirty with blood and tears—she had avoided being bruised some how. Her body on the other hand, was marked with gashes and cuts, most of them would keep her in bed for days. In an attempt to apologize, Victor scooped her up and put her on the bed and threw a first aid kit at her, then left swiftly to go figure out what to do with the burden of life. The boy was in November’s old room, where she had stayed while merely being one of the several Birdy replacements. He was asleep and surrounded by pillows, in attempts to prevent him from falling off the bed. The kid looked peaceful enough. Pretty blond hair, soft skin, blue pajamas. He clutched a duckie that had seen better days. It’d be so easy to kill the little bastard—presumably he was a bastard if he was left at their doorstep. Just another kid that no one wanted. Alone in the world because no one cared for him. No one would love him, not even his own mother. The world would look down on him because he was different—not drastically different, but he didn’t have a mom and dad anymore, they didn’t want him. Creed felt he had a lot in common with the infant that slept infront of him, for once, he couldn’t kill an innocence. He couldn’t bring himself to end it all for the tyke. Because he had felt the same pain the kid would go through? Because if Vic had to go through life as this kid would have to, then he’d make sure the kid would live to face it head on? Victor found a blanket on the floor and wrapped the boy in it, then lifted the child up to him and cradled it in his strong arms. What was he doing? The baby stirred and woke up to match Victor’s green eyes with it’s own. *_*_*_* “Cynder.” Vic walked into the bedroom as November was adjusting bandages to her abdomen, the blood seeping through instantly. She looked up questioningly. “I wanna name him Cynder Fredrick.” November went to open her mouth to protest that the child wasn’t theirs and his new family would name him, but the fact that Victor had accepted the boy had shut her mouth for her. Creed looked perfect with the bundle cradled in his arms, the baby played idly with a few strands of his hair and cooed quietly for the man that held him. “Cynder sounds wonderful.” She replied softly with a smile that was full of hope, and eyes full of tears. *_*_*_* Cynder lay next to Sabretooth as they both slept on the large, incredibly plush bed. The pair was cuddled identically into balls and their breathing was even. November was on the phone with someone outside the door to the bedroom, her wounds mending beautifully after convincing Victor to cut open his arm and letting his blood to flow into the wounds he had made on her body, to speed up the healing process. It had been three days since the child had arrived and Victor had kept a hovering vigil over the infant as though the fate of everything was centered around the child’s well being. After their naps, November was going to suggest a trip out to the local toy store, but currently her plan was in ruins. “What if we want to keep him though? I mean, he’s just grown on us…no, we don’t want to fill out forms to be able to adopt…by then the child will have been taken…because he’s so young! Everyone wants to adopt them young so they don’t have to deal with bad habits and all…but we want him so badly!” November twiddled with black strands of hair from her head, pacing back and forth, trying to keep quiet but occasionally forgetting and bringing up an outburst. Suddenly Victor was at her side, he had come up as silent as you please. His green eyes knew what was going on and they warned her not the give up the battle. He refused to give up the pup, refused. November stared back helplessly, worried. Victor ripped the phone from her grip and brought it to his ear. “You listen and you listen good, this kid is now our property and he’s staying cuz I don’t know where you punks’ll ship him off to but I sure as hell guarantee you he’ll be well kept here.” And he hung up. “That’s how ya deal with ‘em, lover.” She went to hug him, she buried her face in his warm, fuzzy chest. “What happens if they come over here and take him?” “Things that you worry about most usually never happen, things you least expect do.” Vic counseled. He patted her back reassuringly but wasn’t in the mood to hug her back, he was too concerned with how to keep his pup. *_*_*_* “Gimme the duckie, Cynder. No, gimme the duckie…gimme th’damn duckie!” Creed tugged on the stuffed animal that had captured the heart of his beloved child. Cynder was reluctant to give it up and began to wail and cry. Sometimes heightened senses were such a pain. “Look kid, I’ll get ya a brand new duckie inside, but you ain’t takin’ that piece o’ dirty cloth in with ya.” Apparent to both adults, this was the second time Victor was not about to get his way. The local toy store wasn’t good enough for li’l Cynder, or so Vic had said, so they drove the extra half an hour to Toys r Us and were now out of the car wrestling with a one-year-old. Vic had given up and now they walked inside the cool store, headed for the stuffed animal section. “What’s this?” “Toy oven.” “What’s this?” “Trampoline.” “Kinda small ain’t it?” “It’s for small people.” “What’s this?” “A…I don’t know.” “Some help you are. What’cha got there Cyn-Cyn?” Creed eyed the fuzzy thing Cynder had grabbed from over Vic’s shoulder while he argued with November. It was a lion. “Fine choice!” November couldn’t help but smile at her husband and his new love interest. She had frequently dreamed of this day but never imagined that it would come true. *_*_*_* “Hey babe, the kid stinks…do somethin’.” Victor held the infant out at arms length and wandered towards November. “Do it yourself. You wanted the kid so bad.” November teased and returned to her book. Creed opened his mouth to protest but quickly shut it and decided that he could handle the task. Cynder was quite cooperative for a one-year-old and when Victor had accomplished his goal, the phone rang. “Hullo?” Cynder gripped the phone cord and started to gum on it. He grinned severely when Vic tugged on the line to get him to release it. “Hi…I really don’t know how to say this but…I want my baby back.” A meek girl told him on the other end. “Kid? What kid?” Creed tried to pass it off but Cynder had begun to gum on the receiver and his slurps were audible. “You can’t have him back, he’s ours now.” “Please, I made a horrible mistake…I just want my little Steven back.” The girl whimpered. “His name’s Cynder and it’s a mistake you’re just gonna have ta live with fer the rest o’ yer life, girlie.” Creed snarled into the phone. Cynder made happy screeching noises and the girl began to cry. “Please, please…I don’t know what I was thinking, I just want my baby, please…I’ll give you anything, please, I want my baby…” Victor cringed and held back a savage growl for Cynder’s sake. “You let him go, you didn’t want him no more, but I do. He’s mine.” Vic began to hang up but November picked up on the other line. “Who is this?” She inquired. “I’m Natalia, I want my baby back…please.” The girl sniffed. “You gave up the infant four days ago.” November told her gently. “You no longer have a right to the child.” “No! He’s my baby! I won’t let you keep him!” The girl hung up. Victor and November looked at each other and then quickly dropped their gazes to the ground. Could they really keep the baby away from the mother? She had given it up and all, but could they legally do that? *_*_*_* Natalia was a small fifteen year old girl with blond hair and watery blue eyes. She had been camped outside the mansion for a day. November had come out occasionally to offer her food but the girl refused each time, all she wanted was her baby back. After November tried her gentle ways, Victor came out to try his hand at negotiations. “You’re livin’ outside m’house. Don’t you got a place? Do you got a job? How’re you gonna take good care o’ this kid? Looks ta me like you been livin’ out here fer a good few months. There ain’t no way I’m givin’ this kid back ta a bum.” He had Cynder perched in his arms and the kid cried and fussed at the sight of his mother. He wanted to go back to her. “I do have a place to live, my dad said I could live with him in Windsor and he has a job as a carpenter and I’m dirty cuz my mom threw me out of the house…but I have money to go see my dad and I just want my baby back…please.” She begged and Cynder didn’t help any. Creed turned and went back in the house to the kitchen where November sat and waited for him. She smiled lightly because she had to convince her husband that it was the right thing to do to give back the baby…and she wanted to keep the kid as much as Victor would deny that he liked the tyke. “I ain’t givin’ that bitch my pup. No way, no how.” He paced with Cynder squabbling in his arms. November gave him another weak smile and left to let him sort things out, hoping…just hoping. *_*_*_* “Bitch.” Creed muttered under his breath as he slipped out the door silently. Cynder snoozed lightly in his arms and the darkness was comforting as they neared the front gates. He crouched and hoped the fence, avoiding opening them to get outside and startling the girl. He rounded the corner of the wall around the perimeter of the property and saw the baby basket sitting beside the sleeping figure. It wasn’t the original basket in which he had first found Cynder, this one belonged to the girl. Victor placed the sleeping Cynder inside the blankets and grazed his forehead with his rough lips then hopped the fence again to go inside. He went up to the baby’s old room and looked at the things he’d bought the tyke. A hatred so hot filled his chest and he began destroying everything around him. November had been awaken by the noise and when he had calmed down, she came to his side and hugged him reassuringly. “You weren’t the parental sort anyway.” She reasoned and led him back to their bedroom. Victor gave a backwards glance to the room that he had torn apart and wondered why he had felt so strongly about a snot-nosed, wailing, stinky, adorable baby boy. End |