Till Death Do Us... Part??

The Song That His Winds Carry

Peter's Pov:

I took in the amount of damage done and winced slightly when Wade roared in displeasure.

I attempted to calm him down, knowing that it was mostly in vain after he saw just what they'd written above his fireplace.

Even though it wasn't at all the right time, I shivered in pleasure.

He glanced around, my eyes following his, and when I heard a low rumble growing in his chest, and one heads popped up from where they lay, I knew there was trouble brewing.

Wade let go of my hand stepping forward a few steps before his eyes landed on his once intact cellar door.

Apparently, the door was one of his older guards who blocked trespassers from stealing anything from Wade.

I am glad I read his book, but devastated because I liked how his personality was described.

From the way that most of his... body... had been hacked to pieces, I'm sure he was dead.

We ventured onto the cellar door, heading down the stairs to find something much more horrifying.

There standing in the place she'd undoubtedly been in for years was the guard's wife.

His wife was the woman who kept the liquor intact, and became the case in which the wine was stored.

She was mostly composed of broken glass, and doors barely hanging on by their hinges.

To say the least, if she were still human, what happened to her could be described as nothing short of rape and murder.

From what I read they had a child, a little girl who was nearly always in the garden, tending to the outside life.

She was made into a watering can, so she would at least not see this.

I looked at the scene, the very bugged out eyes of the guard, and the blank stare of the wife serving to anger me as well.

But my anger was eclipsed by Wade's intent to kill.

His suit was beginning to tear and he frowned through his mask.

The air around him thrummed with deadly energy, his control slipping fast, and I wasn't inclined to stop it.

I helped his Beast rip off the spandex, and watched as everything about him darkened.

He growled, closing the woman's eyes with a deep set frown before walking over to me and gripping my waist.

"Will you stop me?" Beast asked, gently stroking my now exposed skin.

I shook my head and smiled.

"Not until I'm satisfied with the carnage."

He smirked and kissed me roughly, pulling out the pain slut in me.

I wanted to push him to the wall and demand that he fuck me, but I knew that if I did, we'd be stuck in here for a long while.

So I pulled away from him and smiled at the sexy, extremely dominant, aura surrounding him.

He was practically naked, allowing me to feel just what I do to him.

"Mmn... Calm down papa bear. We've got things to do."

Beast brought one clawed hand to my face and smiled mischievously as he picked me up.

"Go to your friends, have some fun, until I get back." He whispered, stroking my back soothingly, and gently.

With a long content sigh I worked my hands through his hair as he began to do the same to mine.

I knew that he knew I could only take so much death. My body had been shaking relentlessly at the sight of the two deaths.

I appreciated that he was trying to protect my sanity, so I nodded in agreement only moments after he'd said what he wanted me to do.

I sighed but smiled. Pulling away to see someone at the door.

God damn it all to hell, it was Clark.

Wade snarled in great dispassion, waiting for me to get down before Clark walked in.

I paid him no mind as we left the room, me webbing up the other party goers for later, and Wade carrying me back to my room where my friends/ex's were sprawled out on my bed and talking in hushed tones.

After giving my beast some boxers I went back to talking to three of the only women I could trust with my love life.

With a small chuckle I jump onto my bed, and after a while of listening to the crashing noises downstairs, and whispering what we thought was happening, we all settled down in the cushiony bed and just drifted off.

But my mind never fully slept, only silently praying for Wade to came back to me in one piece.

I know he would.