Setting: *The mansions infirmary. The air smells sterile and the lights are bright. Despite being a white, empty feeling space, it is comfortable and has a positive atmosphere.*
Jean: *She has a tray of equipment set up next to a hospital bed where Klāra sits, blood crusted to her face under her right eye where the cut lies.*
Victor: *He sits on a stool nearby, watching Jean as she works.*
Jean: *She takes a towelette and cleans the blood off her face.* If this heals well, you'll be left with a sexy eye scar. *She's trying to remain optimistic.*
Victor: *He scoffs.* Don't you people have anything better for her? Something that won't leave a scar?
Jean: You are not allowed to talk right now, Victor. *She gets a Neosporin and applies it to the gash.*
Victor: *He laughs.* And why not, red?
Jean: You were a few millimeters away from permanently blinding Klāra in her right eye. Also, don't tell me how to do my job.
Victor: *He growls but says nothing as he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.*
Klāra: *Her eye twitches and she winces.* It stings.
Jean: It will for a minute, but the wound will be disinfected and ready for a bandage.
Klāra: *She nods and glances over at Victor.*
Victor: *He watches her closely. His posture screams over protective and possessive.*
Jean: *Takes a roll of clean, white bandage and wraps it around her head over her eye.* Now we wait.
Victor: *A frown forms on his face.* How long will that take?
Jean: About a week.
Victor: A week!?
Jean: Why are you so worried about her? What plans could you possibly have in store?
Victor: *He smirks.* Think real hard. Now, get out.
Jean: *She rolls her eyes and turns back to Klāra.* Just lie down, okay? If anything happens, just click that little button right there and we'll be here. *She puts her hand on Klāra's head before walking out, worried about leaving them alone.*
Victor: *He rolls his eyes.* We got that, Red. Thanks.
Jean: *She glares at him and shuts the door.*
Victor: *He sighs.* Thought she would never leave. *Standing up from the stool, he walks over.*
Klāra: *She looks at him, heart racing out of fear.*
Victor: *He shakes his head and mutters softly.* I won't hurt you. I promise. Not now, not anymore. *His eyes show true honesty and sorrow.*
Klāra: *She whispers softly.* I don't believe you.
Victor: *He looks down at her and moves a few strands of hair from her face.* I know. You have no reason to.
Klāra: Don't. *Her voice fades out and her unwrapped eye closes before opening again slowly.*Don't... don't... don't-
Victor: *He touches her, fingers gently brushing against her skin.* You should rest. You need it, Kitten. *He says the words with tenderness.*
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Experimental Game (A Victor Creed Love Story)
FanfictionWhen Victor Creed wakes up in Styker's lab with no real memory of how he got there, it's up to him and the tempting lab assistant, Klāra, to find out what happened. Join them as they play through Styker's experimental game and solve the problem to t...
