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17 February 2010 @ 08:13 pm
Reflections On The Shore  


“I’m pregnant.”

Everything had been fine until Jessie had gone and said those words. Well, alright, perhaps there was that niggling issue of whether or not his girl would leave him for Abby despite her repeated promises, but other than that, things had been pretty damned peachy. A woman to keep coming back to, a roof over his head and a warm bed to lie in, and the freedom to go and sleep with as many other women as he wanted without any recriminations – yeah, things had been better than they had been for a long time. Until this.

And she expected him to stick around and be a father? Like hell he would. At least, not until he’d considered all of his other options. He’d never been the type to settle down and play happy families, and he didn’t intend to start now – but he did have a lot of thinking to do. That was why he’d come out here to the beach near her house, just him and a bottle of the strongest whiskey he’d been able to find. Just him, some hard liquor, the crashing waves of the sea and the mournful cries of the seabirds wheeling overhead. It suited him just fine.

“Fuckin’ hell.

He swore as he took a generous swig from the bottle, letting the sharp heat of the alcohol wash through his body, warming him from the inside. It wasn’t supposed to have been like this. This wasn’t meant to happen. She was only ever going to be a toy to him, something for him to fuck and tease and play with until he’d grown tired of her and cast her aside like he did with all the other women he’d been involved with – and now this. The bitch had lied to him; she’d told him that getting pregnant wasn’t even a possibility, that she could never have children – and it weren’t as if Victor were ever careful, anyway. Safe sex was something that happened to other people. Any diseases which happened to enter his body were soon eradicated by his healing factor, and there was no way he’d sacrifice his pleasure just for the sake of some dumb broad who didn’t take enough precautions when he was fucking her.

Growling, he raised the bottle to his lips again and drank thirstily, hoping somehow that the hard liquor would make his inner doubts go away. It had worked, once, when he’d been younger, so much younger – when he’d been a child, before his mutations had kicked in. Thomas had beaten him more times than he even cared to remember, but after the pain would come the liquid comfort of his father’s hooch, that hazy, warm oblivion which he’d craved so much; he’d come to realise, with horrifying clarity, that he would never be able to find that kind of comfort again, not with the way his regeneration negated the effects of any alcohol that entered his system. Sure, he could drink enough to dull his senses and affect his sense of judgement provided that the liquor was strong and that he drank fast enough. But never again would he be able to drink to forget.

Just what kind of a father could he be, anyway? Victor’s parents had hardly been a sterling example of good parenthood. His mother had died when he’d been barely even a year old, something which his father often took great pains to remind him about. He’d known Thomas had always blamed him for her death, and Victor himself couldn’t bring himself to forgive her for dying on him and leaving him alone with the monster who’d been his father. He’d vowed countless times that he’d never become like his old man, never realising that it was too late. He already had. Thomas Logan had been a selfish, alcoholic bully, and so, now, was he.

Did he even want the child? He didn’t know. The only thing he could be sure of right now was that he wanted to get completely wasted and forget about all of this, to hope that the answers could be found at the bottom of a bottle, but he knew that for him, they never would be. If he left Jessie on her own, then he'd never know what kind of child their union would have produced. And if he stuck around, what then? Would he end up treating his own offspring in the same way as he'd been treated as a kid? And if he did... would he even know, or care?

Huh. Well. It was too late now to think about the ‘what ifs’ and the ‘might have beens’. With a heavy sigh, and a last, longing look at the empty bottle, Victor hurled it across the rocks to watch it smash into pieces as the tide began to roll in. Clambering to his feet, he turned to make his way back across the rocks towards the beach – and back towards the house that he was starting to think of as home.
 
 
 
Phoenix Kaelen: oocashes_ascended on February 18th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
Hope you don't mind comments on your fic, I'll delete if a problem. I just really enjoyed reading this and had to say so. :)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Bar Brawl Grinwatch_the_nails on February 18th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Not at all! Thank you for the positive feedback, glad you liked it! ^_^ This is the same canon as the one Phoenix has met him in, so. FUN TIEMS.
Phoenix Kaelen: oocashes_ascended on February 18th, 2010 06:06 am (UTC)
*GG* Excellent, I really like when the so called 'bad guys' get a little introspection, it fills out the whole character so much more. Phoenix has a kid of his own now, so could be interesting.

(Did you check the valentinr for Victors cards yet. *Sheepish* Phoenix sort of couldn't help himself. That's my best excuse)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Grinwatch_the_nails on February 18th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
Oh yes, Victor's pretty complex, thanks! There's a lot more to him than just "Mwahaha, I poke the hero with a stick!" but then again you knew that already. He'll probably make a public post about this at some point, which Phoenix will be welcome to hijack in order to, uh, 'exchange parenting tips'? Yeah, right!

(Oh, so it was YOU! XD I was wondering! That's just hilarious. Poor Victor will be scratching his head for ages trying to work out just which 'woman' of his sent that!)
Phoenix Kaelen: oocashes_ascended on February 18th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
He might well do that gatecraching thing. I keep my eyes on my flist for posts, rather than the VAST thing that is sws, it makes my brainz hurt. Phoenix is teetering, when it comes to Victor. He can feel the guy is rotten to the core, and detests his attitude toward women. But at the same time, he's not so lily-white himself, and does in fact get along nicely with all manner of demons et. But eh, bitching and fighting is fun ;)

(I can actually see Victor's baffled expression there!)
Victor Creed: Future!Verse - Our Dealwatch_the_nails on February 18th, 2010 06:43 am (UTC)
When I make posts for SWS I always link from my personal LJ too, so you won't have to go ferreting around for anything. ^_^ Phoenix would be correct, Victor's not ALL bad. Just... mostly.

Gah! I have to run of to work now. Yes, I was up at 5am, bleh. @____@ We can character-ramble some more later!
Phoenix Kaelen: oocashes_ascended on February 18th, 2010 11:44 am (UTC)
Yay, character-blather ftw. (I just watched the video link of Victor on his profile page. Can't wait to see that move)

OMG, you do get up early. I've been awake all night for two nights in a row, so have to go get some sleep. Laters :)