"Blessed by a bitch from a bastard seed...

Victor was still feeling somewhat cowed from Manuel's manipulation of his emotions, even though he hadn't yet realised that Allison's lover had been the one responsible for his sudden panic; although he'd calmed down now, he wasn't proud of the way he'd turned tail and run away, just when things were getting interesting. That had been a few hours ago now, though, and he returned to the room he shared with Logan to just catch some rest. As he strolled in he could tell from the scent that his brother was already there - and was still a lot smaller.

"Hey there, Jimmy."

It was just too much for him to take. The way she taunted and flirted, the violent memories she'd saved and broadcast for him, the exhilirating feeling that he got from her mental connection; he just couldn't resist Jean any longer, and it was time to act on his instincts.

He never would have been like this if Emma hadn't cut him off so brutally, so cruelly. She'd turned her back on him, severed their connection, left him feeling alone and abandoned. He'd been easy pickings for Jean as soon as he'd met her, and he didn't even realise himself just how emotionally vulnerable he was; it was no excuse for what he was planning to do, but in his mind, it justified his actions to some degree. By going to Jean, he'd spite Emma in more ways than one, make her regret pushing him away as well as acknowledging that Jean's powers were substantial. He didn't know just how highly Emma prized her powers, but if she were anything like him, she'd hate the idea of someone bettering her with them.

Smirking to himself, he made his way to the womens' dormitories, breathing in the wecome scent of so many female bodies living closely together, his mind already wild with ideas as he arrived at the room where Jean was waiting for him, alone.

He'd been out hunting again, gone from the penthouse for the past few days; after everything that had happened in the past few weeks, he needed to just get the hell away from everything and everyone, even Emma, just to clear his head and calm himself down. He'd been getting better at that, but he still couldn't help himself sometimes.

As soon as he arrived at the top of the lift, something was wrong. He knew it. He could tell just from the simple fact that Emma wasn't there to greet him from the elevator like she usually did, eager to see him and keen to hear what he'd been up to - even though she could read it straight from his mind if she'd wanted. He frowned as he walked further into the penthouse, his first concern for her safety; he moved cautiously towards the living area, alert for the smell of her blood and the sound of her voice, his claws already unsheathing as an overwhelming sense of uneasiness gripped him.

"Princess?"

He moved towards the living room, instinctively pausing as he caught sight of the silhouette of someone sitting there and staring out of the large window, but it only took him a moment to recognise the scent as belonging to Emma. And she wasn't her usual self at all.

"Baby... is everything alright?"