Summary: Nina was just supposed to be a normal girl, but one night when her parents decide to go on a sudden vacation things rapidly change. She turns out to be a mutant, her parents are murdered, the X-Men get involved, and one Victor Creed has made her his personal responsibility.

Note: I suck at summaries... but that aside. As much as I tend to avoid OC's I couldn't help it this time, because this story has been eating at me for a while now. It's all alternate universe, and in some cases does have parts that come from the comic, movie, and even some of the cartoons.

I welcome constructive criticism, idea's on how I could make any of the characters more realistic to how they really are, but as it's AU I'm not interested in complaining about people being the wrong age, or things of the like related to the main continuity of the comics. It's all AU, don't worry about it.

ALSO: I have this written out a couple of chapters ahead and will be updating every Tuesday at least until I run out of chapters, which if I continue writing won't be for a while.

Disclaimer: I own nothing owned by marvel.

"Nina sweetheart we're going to go on vacation, get packed!" My mom said, excitedly as she moved into my doorway. I looked up, torn between being confused and being excited. "But it's only Wednesday."

"Oh Nina don't worry about that," She said, seeming a little more serious for some reason. "I'll call the school and tell them we have a family emergency. Don't you want to go to Disneyland?"

"Of course!" I said hopping up to start getting packed. "How long are we going to be there for?"

"About a week, we'll see," My mom said waving her hand dismissively.

I frowned, but I didn't say anything, we were in Las Vegas, we weren't that far so spur of the moment trips were not uncommon when we had money. I just had to wonder why this was all so sudden, and more so why we were leaving at almost eight o'clock at night, usually trips were a little more planned out than this.

They'd been acting so odd…

Maybe this was going to be a distraction from it all…

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It had been a quiet, rather tense ride. I was only happy that I'd remembered my ipod. We had only stopped because they finally had to go to the bathroom, even though I had to go for the last three gas stations we passed. Now that I no longer felt like I was going to pop I now had an energy drink that was going to keep me going until well after we got there.

Right now I was just dreading getting back into the car. I had even purposely forgotten to buy a drink…

Looking up to find my parents my heart nearly stopped.

"Mom! Dad!" I yelled as I ran forward, trying to get to them, my drink completely forgotten and somewhere on the ground. I didn't know why this was happening! Why were these men doing this? Why were they doing this right out in the open?! I didn't even know how to work out what was happening in front of me.

Except it was kind of undeniable…

They were hurting my parents!

I…

I…

Oh god my head hurt. My back hurt!

I had been noticed, but my vision was swimming and suddenly I was on my knees.

I didn't know what to do!

I didn't know what was happening to me!

"What kind of freak are you?!" I heard someone above me yell as their shoes thumped off the pavement. I looked up, my vision clearing up only to be faced with a gun. Scrambling to get away I felt pain shatter through my shoulder knocking the air right out of me. Then my leg. I didn't know what to do. I tried to scream but nothing would come out something warm and wet just bubbled up out of my mouth

It felt… I felt… I just felt. It just felt too much.

Something on top of my head moved as someone yelled, and another shot sounded. I was crumpled on the ground though. I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move.

In the back of my mind I knew it must have been the cashier…

There was something was lying across my thigh, wiggled to the forefront of my mind. I hoped it wasn't the cashier, but it didn't feel heavy enough. I tried to struggle to move, but it hurt so much, and I just couldn't.

Then for a while, there was just nothing…

I only opened my eyes when some loud noise sounded, followed by another gunshot…

It felt both sudden and slow, but I could feel the wounds tingle; it was almost like they hurt more and felt better at the same time. Frantically looking around I couldn't understand how I was up and moving. My wounds… they started to hurt less and less, but that anomaly was quickly forgotten as a tall, muscled… huge man stood in front of me, roaring at the others as they warily advanced on us from where they had been standing.

I… whimpered, and reached for him, only for him to look down at me. I could see his fangs since they were still bared… he had fangs. Amber eyes… long blonde hair that was tied back… Another bang rang through the world, and suddenly- I closed my eyes trying to rid that image from my mind. A bullet tearing through his face… there was so much blood…

Now I screamed, opening my eyes I found the blonde man's body next to me on the ground. My heart felt like it stopped. No, it felt like it broke. I didn't know why but it felt like my heart was broken. The other men were coming closer yelling and cursing at us. One was asking why I wasn't dead yet. The closest man kicked the blonde on the ground with me.

After that I don't know what happened.

There was yelling and screaming. My hands were warm and wet, and moving on their own. Things were just flashing. People were yelling and pulling at me, until suddenly they stopped. There was a loud roaring noise, but it was all so distant like only listening to a movie while you did something else.

I only stopped when large arms came around me and a voice breathed against my ear, "Pup, he's dead, you can stop now." Looking I found that not only had I moved from where I'd been on the ground, but the man who had been shot was now holding me. The side of his face was covered in blood… but he seemed fine. Impulsively I turned around and practically crawled more into his arms. He pressed his face to mine, and I could feel part of me moving…

"My god does she have a tail?!"

Whining I tried to pull myself closer to him.

What were they talking about?!

"Leave! or I kill the rest of you now!" The man holding me snarled.

I could hear feet pounding off the pavement like they were pounding off my skull, and looking back I found them running away, getting into cars. I also found something that made me gasp, there were two bodies on the ground. One was… he looked torn apart, and the other… I hid my face against my rescuer… the other's head wasn't on its shoulders right…

"I got you little one," He hummed against my hair. "I got you."

His scent… He smelt so good. Like the outdoors, smoke, and something metallic. He smelt like dark rainy nights, when bad things were happening. I think I was trying to crawl closer to him, even though he was holding me against him. He stood up all the way and walked over a few feet before kneeling down with me.

Then he was rubbing… something on my head with his hand, it felt so good. Still my hands shot up and… I panicked first pushing at his hand then pulling at these furry things that seemed to be attached to me, and wouldn't let go.

"Woah, woah!" He growled, yanking my hands away from my head. "You're going to hurt yourself. Stop pulling at your ears Pup. Calm down." When I stopped struggling, trying to understand what he was telling me, he took one of my hands and had me touch one of the things on my head. "What's it feel like?"

It was hard to tell because it twitched away… but… "A dog ear…?"

"The other one's floppy," He said thoughtfully as he forced my hand away from my head. "You have a tail too…"

I took his word for it…

I wasn't ready to look at myself too much.

"I was shot…" I mumbled looking at him, whimpering, and squirming. My shoulder and leg still felt tender… but it should hurt more. I knew it should hurt more!

"So was I," He chuckled tapping his cheek. It was slick with blood, but I still reached up touching his cheek, even moving towards his jaw to feel the fuzz of his long sideburns. His cheek was perfectly intact, not even a scar to be seen. Looking I noticed my hand was already bloody… but I didn't know why. "You'll be okay by tomorrow, not even a scar." Just like him…

This was too much.

Way too much!

I tried to pull away from him. I needed to find my parents!

Where they okay?!

"Shh, shhh," He hushed me, his voice gravely, but oddly soothing. "You don't need to be looking around anymore."

I opened my mouth, but nothing that sounded like words was coming out. I didn't want to do this. I wanted to ask where my parents were. I wanted to ask who he was. He was so much bigger than me. I was completely dwarfed by him; I was thirteen, but still…

"Pup, calm down," he nearly purred against my cheek. "Listen to me… I'm going to take care of you."

"My parents," I managed, but suddenly it felt like I couldn't breathe… I gripped at his dark clothes and tried to talk to him more, tried to ask my questions. I only stopped when he pressed his forehead to mine.

"Baby, they're gone…"

Then it all fell away…

We were just going on vacation…