“Wildcat, stop it. You should sit down for a minute. You’re exhausted.”
“I don’t want to sit down,” she replied in an emotionless voice. “I’m perfectly fine.” She kept on punching the bag. She saw the sad look Iceman gave her. She knew he wasn’t the only one worried about her. She could feel them. The only thing they could feel about her was anger, coldness and maybe depression. The only thing they didn’t know was that it was her who decided to let that be seen.
Drusilla had told her that the demon and mutant living in the mansion wanted them to be weak. That’s what she seemed to be at the moment. She could feel Spike in her mind and knew he had figured out what she was doing as he had done the same so many times.
Everyone thought she was going to lose it or that she’d get killed when not in control of her anger. She could get killed if she’d let that happened. But she wasn’t going to. She was showing the emotions she wanted the others to see.
Deep inside her it was another history. She was burning with pure controlled rage, waiting to be free at the moment she’d come face to face with the one that had kidnapped her mate. Human emotions were a powerful tool. So, she let the others think she was weak when deep inside, she was in control, ready to explode, ready to kill. She was whrapping up all her emotions, love, rage, sadness, joy, making them the most powerful bomb that could ever exist.
She swore to herself, nobody was getting out of that mansion alive. Nobody.
* * *
The redhead came in the kitchen and all eyes turned toward her. She opened the fridge and took a bottle of water out. She knew everyone was watching her. Right now, they were scared for her and of her. They didn’t know what to think. She felt their eyes following each of her movement. “What?” she asked.
Wolverine stood up and slammed his chair back. “That’s it! I’ve had enough!” He took Wildcat’s arm painfully and dragged her upstairs to their room. He flung her inside and locked the door. She growled at him and he growled back. “Snap out of it! You’re going to get yourself killed!”
“You don’t know what I’m doing! Nobody does! You don’t understand! So why don’t you just leave me alone!” She tried to open the door but he stepped in front of her. She growled and let her claws get out. She didn’t want to hurt him, but if it was needed, then so be it.
Wolverine eyes widened when he saw his mate getting in attack position. He only had time to step aside when she threw herself at him. He couldn’t believe she would willingly attack him. He knew she was on edge, but he never once thought it could be as bad as this. He dodged again when she lunged for him. He spin around and grabbed both of her arms, pinning her, back to his chest. “Willow,” he said in a strong voice. Imediatly, he felt her relax a bit. “Don’t let your anger rule you. You’re stronger than that. Do I have to call Cordelia so she can kick some sense into you like she did after I’ve got you out from Magneto’s place?”
His words finally seemed to get to her. She became limp in his arm and he saw the claws disappear. He sat down, taking her with him. “I won’t let you waste away. I’ve already lost a mate this week ; I won’t lose another.” He felt her shoulders shake, silent sobs wracking her body. He kissed the top of her head. “Shhh, I’ve got you, luv,” he said, trying to shear her up by doing his best impersonification of Spike.
Wildcat giggled. “Your accent is terrible.”
“At least, it made you laugh. I don’t think I’ve seen you smile these past four days. Don’t close up on yourself.”
“I’ve been only doing it to do a big surprise to our enemies, oh lets say like all my rage bubbling up at the surface and giving them a taste of willowy witchcraft.” She turned around in his arms and stroked his cheek. She gently kissed his lips. “Thanks for holding me,” she whispered. “I needed that.”
“Next time, talk to me... and by that I don’t mean that I want it to be another time. It’s okay to keep rage inside for revenge, but don’t let your friends hang. It’s cruel. They’ve been worried sick for you and didn’t know what to make of your coldness.”
“I’m sorry. It’s the first time my mate has been kidnapped. I’m not sure what to do.” She bursted out laughing and Wolverine joined her. “Don’t worry, Wolvie,” she said playfully. “I’ll go talk to them... soon. Before, I have some apologies to do to you.” She pushed him on the bed then straddled him.
“And what could it be?”
“Me *shagging* you senseless.”
* * *
DOWNSTAIRS – SAME TIME
Drusilla tilted her head to the side, listening to something. She did this for a couple of minutes, then her face broke into a wicked smile.
Rogue arched her eyebrow. “Ok, I’ve had it. Dru, sweet, what are you listening to?”
“Wolvie finally kicked some sense into her thick skull. All the stars are singing, the moon is shinning, the wind is dancing through the trees’ leaves...”
“Dru,” Rogue interrupted her. “You’re sounding insane again.”
“...and the two lovebirds are mating wildly.”
Rogue frowned. “On second thought, you can continue sounding crazy all you like.”