Chapter One
I stood outside of the bar, the snow falling silently around me, waiting for him to come out.
The cold air seemed to go right through my thin jacket, and my dark brown hair was sticking
together in thick strands. I couldn't control my chattering teeth, and I shifted my weight back and
forth from one leg to the other, trying to stay warm. I shrugged my backpack off and checked my
watch. 11:02 pm. I sighed and sat down on the cold pavement, leaning my back against the stone
wall. I pulled my sleeves over my hands that were red and raw from the cold and sat my
backpack beside me. I closed my eyes and waited.
I jumped as I heard a door slam. I looked around, very disoriented. I looked at my watch.
1:58 am. Oh gosh, I had fallen asleep! I heard pounding footsteps and looked up to see a tall
older man with brown curly hair walking away from the bar. Could this be him? I stood up and
tripped as I tried to follow him, skinning my freezing hands on the hard icy ground. I ignored the
pain and shouted a name at the man, hoping it was him, scared of the outcome if it wasn't.
"Victor Creed?" The man stopped for a split second, then kept walking. I ran after him.
"Hey, Victor!" He suddenly whipped around and I jumped back, seeing the dangerous look in his
eyes.
"Who are you?" He snarled. I noticed two of his teeth were sharpened, and I looked down to see
his claws growing. I hesitated, then swallowed.
"Do you remember an Annie Cain?" I saw something briefly flash in his eyes before he stood up
straighter and looked down at me. He had to be at least 6'3, which would make him eight or
more inches taller than me.
"Why?" he asked, his face emotionless.
"She's dead." I said, my voice catching a bit. He exhaled through his nose and then turned and
started walking again.
"Wait," I pleaded. "Are you Victor Creed?" I grabbed at his black trench coat and he whipped
around again. My hands shook in fear as well as from the cold.
"Who's asking?" He spat out. I licked my lips and looked at my feet.
"His daughter." I whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for his reaction. My mother had
warned me about him. I stood there, waiting for the strike that didn't come. I felt his hand tilt my
chin up, and I slowly opened my eyes and looked into his mysterious blue ones. He swore under
his breath as he studied my face.
"Come with me." He said shortly, but with a little less venom. I pulled my backpack up, and
followed him into the dark, snowy night.
