A/N: This just popped into my head while I was obbsessing over Victor a few nights ago. :D

Disclaimer: If I owned Victor I would not be writing fanfiction about him.

Victor Creed stalked into a dingy bar, a few patrons looked up at the sound of the slamming door and Victor's heavy tread, most just continued nursing their drinks. The girl at the bar merely glanced up and went back to wiping down the counter. Victor sat himself down in front of the girl.

"What can I get for ya?" She asked, not stopping her wiping.

"Strongest ya've got. And be quick." Victor snarled, trying to get a rise, any kind of fearful reaction from her.

The girl just poured him a shot of hard alcohol, slid it down the counter to him, and went back to her cleaning. Victor eyed her as he nursed his drink. She was pretty, with long golden blonde hair that was pulled back in a tight braid, just a few strands escaped to frame her piercing blue eyes. She intrigued Victor, not just by her looks, but because she didn't seem to be afraid of him. Most people smelled like fear when he was within fifteen feet of him, not so this girl. She projected an air of confidence and security, even in a bar full of lowlifes, that Victor was unused to seeing. Victor quickly downed what was left of his shot and waved the girl over.

"What else can I get for ya?" She asked.

"A beer. And yer name'll do fer now." The feral replied, nonchalantly caving patterns into the top of the bar with his elongated fingernail. The girl nodded and poured him a beer, sliding it across the counter to him. Victor chuckled quietly, he could almost smell her apprehension at giving him her name.

"Rania." She sighed, after a beat of silence, "My name's Rania."

"Rania." Victor muttered to himself, "A pretty name for a pretty girl."

A/N: An there's chapter one. :) Sorry it's so short, but I liked how it ended. Reviews and crit are loved and appreciated. I' always interested in what people (or mutants) think of my stories.