Disclaimer first : I don´t own any of the characters of X Men and I don´t publish this to get money out of it in any way – it´s just for fun and for all who liked the latest X Men movie and Victor Creed/Sabretooth´s role as much as I did!
Please note :
When I first started to write this, I wanted to get into Victor Creed´s feral charming side. As usual, things developed differently from my plans. In fact, things got darker than expected.
So please note that this fanfiction will contain violence, vilification and strong sexual contents in later chapters.
If you don´t like it, please don´t read on !
The first scene was just something that kept crossing my mind for a while before I wrote it down finally. Back there, there was no plot around, I only enjoyed to imagine that special scene. I also really enjoyed to use the good old "just met a guy at a bar" thing here - it´s SO convenient ;-) Enjoy!
Victor Creed was in a bad mood. He hated the place. Too many people. Too many nasty smells. Too much noise. He hated the whiskey they served. He even hated the worthless redheaded waitress. At least, he liked to see her flinch every time he snarled at her.
"I have enough of that guy!" Lisa hissed. Alayna looked over to the massive figure at one of the tables at the dark end of the bar. "You can serve that asshole his next drink – I won´t!"
Alayna rolled her eyes.
"Come on! I got my hands full managing the counter!"
"I won´t!" Lisa insisted. "That guy is one of your breed – so you should manage!"
She took the next tablet full of drinks and disappeared, ignoring Alaynas dark stare.
XXX
Victor looked up to her when she served him the next drink. Asian. Perhaps no pure blood. But definitely asian. Slim, small, her skin in that fine pale shade. Huge almond-shaped dark eyes. Stupid thing even smiled at him.
He grabbed her wrist when she turned to leave. Cautiously. She turned back to him.
"Can I get you something else ?" she asked.
"Is Steven McGuire still regularly around?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"He´s gonna be there this night ?"
He forced her hand open cautiously, pretending to admire her skull decorated nails.
"It´s Tuesday, so he should", she stated.
"Look a little bit less suspicious, will you !" he demanded.
She took a step to the side, one wrist still in his grip, and let one arm rest lazily on his broad shoulder.
"Better ?" she asked, pretending to whisper something obscene in his ear.
He chuckled.
He released her wrist.
"Show me the guy if he enters, darling ?"
She looked at the several hundred dollar bills he offered her discreetly. She looked at the money first, than at the clawed fingers holding it.
"Gonna rough him up ?" she asked.
He nodded slowly, exposing his fangs in an evil grin. To his surprise, she touched his hand, closing frail soft fingers around his much bigger hand, denying to take the money.
"Then dedicate the first blow to me", she said. She bent a little bit forward as if she was going to kiss his cheek.
"No need to bribe me for this", she whispered, leaving.
XXX
Time passed. He kept an eye on her. Finally, she nodded almost unremarkably to him. Some moments later, he came over to the bar, getting into an empty seat there. She turned to him like to take his order.
"He´s over there, other end of the bar. Red leather jacket, lots of gold chains. You can´t miss him."
Some guy called for her and she turned for a moment to talk to him. When she returned to Victor, she put another drink down in front of him.
He considered things for a moment. McGuire was in company – several of his foul fellows. The girl had collaborated willingly before. Her hands rested loosely on the counter´s surface. He covered them carefully with his paws.
"Think you´ll manage to get him somewhere more private for me?"
He felt her tense. For a moment, they locked eyes. Huge jet black eyes, slightly sparkling in the dim light of the room, staring into cold stone grey ones.
"He doesn´t like me much", she stated.
His eyes narrowed. He disapproved of her cowardice.
"So promise me you´ll be right behind us", she added.
He only nodded.
"Still don´t want a reward ?" he asked then.
She only smiled.
"I´ll have to check for somebody to replace me here ´til I´m back. Could take me five or ten minutes."
Again, he nodded.
"No need to hurry, sunshine."
He released her hands which he had still covered with his so far.
"The drink´s on the house", she told him, turning away again.
He watched her leaving, taking some other orders in and calling for one of the other girls. He liked the smooth swinging of her hips under that bun of blueblack hair. She finally turned to McGuire and his gang of brainless monkeys.
Still observing them, he reached for the glass in front of him. He looked down for a moment when he realized the odd form of it, not the usual short thick thing they would serve a whiskey in. Then his stare returned to the group at the other end of the counter, a broadening grin on his face.
She had served him a Bloody Mary.