Creed stomped into the house, shaking the snow off his huge frame. He nodded in greeting to the woman, sitting like a queen on her throne, although she was only a very evil, very regal woman who was only sitting on a folding chair.
Then he noticed, that crouching in the corner, staring and trembling, was a young woman.
He nodded at the girl.

"So Dark, what's with the little frail"
He growled.

The woman's voice was low and smooth, throaty. Her eyes were like black ice and just as cold.
"Her papers say Kataria, but they called her Witchkat"
She motioned to the young woman.
"Git over here"
She growled.
The girl could barely stand, but when she did, Sabretooth could not help but notice the way she looked.
She had long shaggy hair, the color of ebony. It fit nicely with her light mocha skin. But her eyes were the real shocker. They were a bright, deep emerald, contrasting, yet fitting somehow with her other looks. She was only about 5 foot 4inches, but she was slightly built.

The malevolent woman noticed the hungry look inSabre's eyes.
"She's yours"
She grinned, but strangly there was a deep meloncholy in her eyes, which seemed to have softened, and changed to a dark brown.

Victor smiled and turned to walk down the hall.
"Dark, we'll talk about this later, ok"
The icy look at returned to the woman's eyes, as had the edge to her voice.
"Sure"
She pushed the girl to follow him.

The girl stumbled, and Victor turned around.

"Well, come on frail."

Victor went into a large room that was pretty much trashed. It was not decorated with anything but a small photo sitting on the endtable. Closer inspection showed that it was the woman, only instead of looking cold, hard and malevolent, she looked fair and warm, if not soft. Her brown eyes smiled. Kataria looked around. Then she babbled on in an unknown language.

Sabretooth growled.

"English frail."

The girl cowered in the corner of the room and her english was halting and deeply accented. Her voice was low and sweet.

"Master...ees dis y...y..your home?"

Victor laughed.

"Yea, what's it ta ya? Come here."

Her eyes grew wide. He motioned her over towards him and he pulled her into his lap.

Later that night:

Victor left the bleeding and bruised body of the girl sleeping in his bed. He showered and dressed, before heading out to where the woman "Dark", still sat.

She looked up as he entered.

"Have a nice time?"

She asked rhetoricly, but he noticed the grin on her face didn't reach her eyes.

"She dead?"

She asked as if she already knew the answer. But his answer shocked her.

"No."

He growled.

"She's mine, fer as long as she can live."