Chapter One: Forever

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. X-men and Sabertooth only and only belong to Marvel and Stan Lee because if I owned them, there would be a Sabertooth Fan Club in X-Mansion.

Author's Note: Hey there y'all this is my very first fanfic out of my pages and I wanted it to be about my evergreen favorite Villain from the X-World, Sabertooth. Comics or movies, I've always loved that guy and here I'm representing the deviliciously handsome version of Liev Schreiber's Sabertooth and of course, my fic takes place after X-men: Days of future past's happy ending where everyone is back from the graves. Okay, so no more yapping , just Enjoy...

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Edmonton, Alberta 1838

"Where is he? I'm gonna kill that bastard!"

He stormed in, howling with an axe in his firm grasp.

"No please! He's just a child!" horror took over her face.

"Child? He's a demon, frail!" he thundered at her, running his hunting eyes around.

"There you are! How the hell did ya get out, ya freak?"

Victor shivered to his core in fear.12 days! He hadn't gotten a damn to eat in that pitch black cellar for the past twelve fucking days. Not even those damned raw rabbits. the continuous wrenching pain in his stomach was hurting more than his Pa ripping out his canines and claws every night. He didn't know how he even obtained this strength to gnaw his hand out of those fetters and come out to find something in the kitchen.

"I-I was h-hungry!" he stuttered and revealed his quivering hands from behind his back holding a couple of loaves.

"YOU WERE WHAT?! he roared. "So now ya got demands huh? Maybe I should shut that clamouring mouth of yours for good today!" he swung the axe in the air to aim at Victor.

"No! Zeb please, I beg you, he's your son!" the tears were streaming down her face.

"No! He's your son, whore, not mine and now get outta my way, bitch!" he gave her a strong push against the wall. She bumped her head hard and sank to the floor in the semi-conciousness.

Victor looked at her mother's helpless whimpering form on the ground. The woman was never a good example of a mother but still.. She at least tried today. He glared back at his father with a blank face but eyes filled with disgust and horror. The tears threatened to spill out of the corners of his eyes. There was no reason to plead with that monster so he wouldn't even attempt to beg him for the miserable life he's been enduring for the previous three long years. He just let out a weak sob and dropped the bread on the ground and squeezed his eyes as tightly as possible, waiting for him to finish it off as soon as possible because now he also knew, this was the end. for good.

"Go straight to hell, ya fuckin' spawn of the Devil!" he grinned predatorily and threw his axe at Victor with all his might.

"No! ! ! ! !"

Victor roared awake. gasping for air, a streak of sweat rolling down his temples and claws buried deep into the mattress. He smelled himself reeking of a pure quantity of both fury and terror. Not again. When he felt his blusterous breath come to an incessant level, he retracted his claws and switched on the lamp. The clock showed 2:30. He sat up on the edge of the bed and ran his hands down his face. Thrice. It was fucking Thrice in this month. He sighed and stood up. He picked up his sweats from the chair. His throat was droughty like hell. he rushed over and snatched the last Molson's out of the fridge. A large gulp of beer always made him less pissed on everything. He strolled towards the window and pushed it open. Even in the dim light of the porch, it demonstrated a fabulous view of the dense woods surrounding the cabin. He kept his stare at the towering Redwoods while his sharp hearing and sensitive nose concentrated on the various sounds and scents coming from the nightly wildlife which was often a great distraction, an imponderable way to pass the nights after these mind fucking nightmares.

But it has to be stopped.

It needs to be stopped.

He is fucking Sabertooth for crying out loud! He gives nightmares, not fucking has them! All these decades, everything was under control but all of a sudden, that horrific past is back and biting him in ass as all these terrifying dreams. But no more! He will put a fucking full stop to this mess as soon as possible!

The buzz of his phone from the nightstand pulled his attention. He glanced back at the clock. Who in the hell is considering himself important enough to disturb him at goddamn 2:30? But wait, the number on the screen was an even bigger amazement.

"Hello, handsome." a familiar sexy tone dinged on other line.

"Hey Myst, hope ya have a proper fucking reason to call me outta sleep after ages." he growled.

"Well there're many but prominently because tonight I'm just missing the old flame of our precious moments together." she smirked mischievously.

"Cut the crap, blue butt." he snarled. "And straight to the point."

"OK fine. there's a mission related to ferals and Magneto wants the best one of them to accomplish it."

"Sorry babe, but I don't even have a slight bit of interest in that crazy bucket head's goddamn crusade against humanity anymore. If the last time I remember, I ended up struggling for every single breath in a fucking river with its water filled in my damn lungs." his jaws clenched at the fig of the flashback.

"Well it's not like you were really gonna die." he could hear a copius hint of sarcasm in the sound. "So not even if he pays three times higher than the last time?" she made a tempting offer.

"Nope, still not interested." he rubbed the back of his neck with lazy fingers and plopped back on the bed. "My 'other clients' pay me up to the neck."

"Oh c'mon 'Tooth, not even for the old times sake?" here she goes seductive again.

"You keep that up and I cut the phone." he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey wait, ok... The thing is, X-Men are also interested in screwing this mission like always and Wolverine's also back as the fuckin' good old atta boy of Xavier for this one and you & I both know how much you love to have an ass whooping fight outta that damn runt." an evil smirk emerged on the other side.

Now that was something interesting. The runt is back from his goddamn quest to find some tit-bits about his unknown past and Victor was sure he found nothing this time too.

There was a small pause between the both lines.

"I'll give it a thought." he stated examining the sharpness of his claws by tracing his thumb over'em. "Message me the address, If it hit my mood, I'd come to hear yer dumbass plan."

"Superb! the new Brotherhood is waiting for yo-"

"I said I'd give it thought, Don't get your damn hopes up already woman. Now just cut the damn phone and don't ever call me again before the sun fuckin' rises!" He swiped the red button on the screen with a roar and tossed the phone aside.

Why? Why does that stupid runt try to find about his long lost identity in those old pale documents or goddamn carcases when there's only one man alive of his era who can tell him who he really is, Victor Creed! all he gotta do is just ask. Of course things have gotten worse and worse between them in course of time and he still have not forgiven that little asshole for what he did to...her.

But no matter what he believes or that 'Logan' wants to believe, they're brothers! definitely the two damned dysfunctional ones but they still are and as a big 'responsible' sibling, it is his duty to knock some sense back into his baby bro which he did every year, on James's birthday which Victor remembers but Logan doesn't.

But maybe Victor got lucky tonight, Runt's gonna get ass kicked twice this year.

"Poor Jimmy! " he smirked to himself."I am coming!"

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"At least the interior is better than the last one." he cracked a smirk, sunning his eyes everywhere.

Everyone spun around and fell dumbstruck for a second. Even his already announced visit was quite a shock. on one hand where Magneto was touching his wrinkled 70's, Victor was still in the same deliciously muscled thirty five's frame in that damn sexy leather jacket and clinging jeans. but for everyone who'd encountered the big scary Sabertooth fifteen years ago during the whole 'Mutant Takeover on Liberty Island' thing, there was a huge and stunning change. His blonde mane was gone and replaced by very short but thick brown Military cut. his dense white eyebrows were well trimmed and some dark but prunedly smooth mutton chops were decorating his wickedly handsome face instead of those damned coarse blonde facial hair. The same old piercing amber eyes were the only remains of his past self and there was one person in that Lair at the moment who knew that this change was actually the real embodiment of Victor Creed and it was Mystique. Weapon X Program. That's where she'd met him. She'd snuck into it in the guise of a spy Leni Zauber and he was only Victor Creed then, not the psychopathic murderer named Sabertooth we all know now. They had some fun together which of course, resulted as a damned offspring they both regretted to have.

"Ah welcome back, my friend!" Erik greeted Creed with an honest smile. "I had firm belief you'd come. your pleasant visit will be a great furtherance for the team."

"What up, Mags, still stuck over the goddamn mission of wipin' the human race off the fuckin' planet with that heavy speech?" he grumbled.

"Every man comes to the world with an ambition for himself, my friend." Victor rolled his eyes.

"Are we gonna waste the entire day just like that?" he reached over and dropped onto the couch with one leg crossed over the other one's knee and stretched his arms on the edge of the couch which got him earned a glare from Azazel and Avalanche standing in the corner. "Mystique said ya've got a mission on ferals." he leaned back and narrowed his eyes. "What is it about?"

"Well that's what I always appreciate about you, Victor, always direct to the point. So as you wish to know, for accomplishing this newest undertaking, you'll have to go to a small village, Kinnaur of Himachal pradesh, India." Lehnsherr advanced and switched a holographic projector on which was playing the various images of a couple with their 8 or 9 month old Cub in various places in the middle of the air over the glass table. "A feral couple has gone into hiding. Their last location was tracked 2 months ago. They've been complete underground since and the sole purpose is...their new born child." Victor narrowed his eyebrows again.

"The kid sounds like a goddamn treasure." Creed scoffed.

"Scientifically, he is." a versed voice emerged from behind. "Victor, this is Dr. Rollins." Erik introduced the middle aged man in lab coat. "His expertise is established in Feralogy."

"This baby is precious in itself." the doctor continued. "Because in spite of an animal empath mother and class 3 feral father, the baby is a pure class five feline feral." Victor tried to hide the complete shock that took over his face at the moment. "And..this offspring is a miniature version of yours, Mr. Creed which means, regenerative healing factor, retractable claws, sharp teeth, heightened senses and yes, superhuman strength." now it's even more mind boggling.

"Now that's pretty rare." Creed was taking a bit of interest now.

"Oh you haven't heard the rarest yet." Mystique finally interrupted with a smirk. "the most astonishing ability of this baby is that..he can turn those low living mortal humans into...ferals." Victor's eyes shot open. "his parents found it out five months ago when their beloved son's nanny started showing feral attributes like sensitive smelling and a weak Healing Factor but what was more startling was that the lady was a complete human at every level. They took some tests to confirm it and the results were positive. Since then, both all the mutant experimenting laboratories and anti-mutant organizations have been trying to hunt the drooler down."

"Poor kid." Victor blurted nonchalantly.

"I need that boy Victor." Lehnsherr looked at Creed over his shoulder. "And you shall make sure he come here alive and healthy."

"Yeah, so you can create yourself a goddamn feral army." Creed muttered to himself.

"Make fun of it as much as you want." Erik grasped the edge of the other couch in front of Victor as his voice turned gruffer. "But we both know that ferals are a dying race and this child could be the hope for saving your kind from extinction."

Victor contemplated a minute. Lehnsherr could be a crooked manipulative son of a bitch but he was right about one thing, Ferals were really at the brink of extinction due to the high death rate of female ferals and he was actually glad this new kid would take his feline pedigree to next level.

"OK, I'm in. But I ain't doin' it for free and ya know my charge. 2 millions or goodbye."

"Two fuckin' millions? Are you kidding me?" Avalanche barked out towards him but at the right time, Azazel came between him and a growling Victor's expanding claws.

"Calm your balls down pretty boy, let the big men talk." Creed clucked his tongue and drifted his eyes back to Erik. "So what is it, Mags?"

"The deal is...done Mr. Creed." Lehnsherr cracked a smile and extended his hand. "You hand me the boy by seizing him out of the reach of all those organizations, laboratories and X-men and occupy your precious dollars."

Creed shook the hand "And you remember it once and for all mags, this is the last time we're seein' each other's faces. After this, you go your fuckin' way, I go mine, Forever!"

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Yay finally I finished my first Chapter. Now reviews please...