"What'll it be?" I asked the man with claws (yes, actual claws) and a set of sideburns that belonged several decades in the past. He looked up at me and his eyes roamed over my figure. Whatever. The more I flirted, the better tips I got.

"Glenn McKenna." He grinned and I got a glimpse of fangs. "Make it a double."

"Comin' right up." I smiled at him and poured his drink, sliding the glass to him. "You must be new here."

"What gave me away?" He chuckled.

"Lucky guess. What brings you to our little town?" I took a drink of my bottle of water and asked, "Business or pleasure?"

"Mostly pleasure." He sipped his drink and smirked at me. "What time you off?"

"Depends on how well you do your job." I said coyly, tossing him a wink before I went to approach another customer. Claws or not, something told me that the stranger knew his way around a bedroom and it had been a couple of weeks since my last romp in the sack. Besides, if anything seemed weird, I had my taser.

The bar was busy that night and I easily made a couple hundred bucks in tips tonight. Seeing as how I had plans, however, I opted to leave most of the money in the safe, sealed in an envelope. It'd be here in the morning. The handsome stranger sat at the bar most of the night, downing several more drinks silently with the occasional smirk sent my way.

"Meet you outside?" I asked him while I closed up.

"If you're lucky."

I rolled my eyes at his taunt then finished wiping down the bar and sending the glasses to the dishwasher. It was the same routine and it didn't take long. I pulled on my blue sweater and went out to meet my companion for the night. "Name's Charlie, by the way."

"Victor." He grunted as we walked to my car. The drive to my place was short and there was no need for small talk. I got the distinct feeling I wouldn't be his first one night stand. I unlocked my front door and put my keys in the bowl by the front door. Victor put his index finger at the top button of the vest I had been wearing and cut the thread with his claw, making the button clatter to the floor. The rest of the buttons followed quickly after and he covered my mouth, his tongue shoving its way into my mouth. He grabbed my ass and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt his claws dig into my skin and I hissed in pain. He responded with a moan, moving to bite at my neck and dig his claws deeper into my thighs. I whimpered and he moaned again, shoving his groin against me. The hard length there told me that I would be sore in the morning. Victor put me down long enough to slide his claws under the fabric of my shirt and shredded it so it fell to the floor in a tattered heap.

"I liked that shirt." I grumbled, gasping when he bit my neck again.

"Shut the hell up." He snarled in my ear and the rumble of his voice made me shiver.

"Bedroom's upstairs." I managed before he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, my legs once again around his waist. He made it up the stairs in record time, literally throwing me on my bed when I sucked on his neck. While he discarded his clothes faster than I thought possible, I shimmied out of my jeans and tossed them to the side. With a growl, Victor was on top of me and his hands were tangled in my hair.

"Say you're mine." His breath was hot on my skin and he ground himself against me.

"I'm yours." I breathed and a growl rumbled deep in his chest.

"Good girl."

-0-

I could barely move the next morning but I managed to drag myself out of bed. Victor was snoring after finally having fallen asleep an hour ago or so. He had been insatiable and I found myself oddly aroused by his animalistic tendencies in bed. I stretched my back then found a tank top and a pair of sweat pants, lacing up my tennis shoes last. Sleeping was useless at this point because I was too awake to fall asleep so I decided to go for a run and keep part of my schedule the same. Besides, isn't sleep deprivation the reason coffee was invented?

I didn't bother locking the door behind me because if anybody got past Victor, they deserved to keep whatever they took. My legs were stiff so I walked a block or two before starting my jog and before long, the ache was replaced with a familiar burn that I welcomed. Two miles had been all I'd been able to do before the ache set in again so I headed home. I heard Victor's rumbling snore when I walked in, quickly followed by my stomach growling. Big breakfasts had always been tradition in my family, regardless of the day of the week, and I had to admit that pancakes and some bacon sounded pretty good right now.

The bacon was done and the last few pancakes were being flipped when Victor finally decided to grace me with his presence, dropping onto one of my kitchen chairs and snagging a piece of bacon. We divided the food and ate it in mostly silence.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?" Victor asked but his tone didn't say it as a compliment but rather as if it was a fact. He licked some bacon grease off his lips and added, "Especially when you cry."

"Thanks?" I replied, clearing my dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. "I'm going to grab a shower-"

"Don't mind if I do." Victor interrupted me.

"It wasn't an invitation." I informed him as he closed the distance between us, pinning me against the refrigerator.

"Yes, it was." He chuckled but it didn't reach his eyes. Victor lowered his head like he was going to kiss me but his lips only brushed mine as he commanded, "Get your ass upstairs."

-0-

Victor watched his carnal companion dress herself with a small blue dress that fell the middle of her thighs and complimented her cream colored skin. She had some tool to curl her hair and he found that he preferred the chocolate tresses straight. Not that it mattered to him but if he was going to be in town for a few more days, he sure as hell wasn't giving up his play thing and she damn well better fix her appearance to his tastes. Her ice blue eyes glanced at him and he smirked, making no move to leave her bed.

"I have plans for today." Charlie said, slipping into her favorite black ballet flats.

"Don't let me keep you." Victor put his arms behind his head and chuckled. He could smell her irritation in her spicy scent, which smelled like a top shelf whiskey. Spicy with a bite to it. He watched her roll her eyes and huff before storming out of the room. He heard the door slam behind her and rolled over to get some more sleep. The damn vixen had kept him up all night.

A/N: This was just an idea that refused to rest after watching X-Men and then listening to "Pretty When You Cry" By Vast. They won't be falling in love (if they even decide to) in the first few chapters but it will be a tumultuous relationship. Leave a review and let me know what you think.