Disclaimer- He isn't mine. Never was, never is, never will be but the people who own him never did justice to him so I'm just giving him a story of his own.
Hey there people, back with another fic full of tons of wild, sexy and funny feral goodness which is literally a female version of GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE. The beginning of the fic takes place in the beautiful vallies of Shimla, India so there's going to be Hindi to English translation in various spots and rejecting all the 'Bloodthirsty Hitman' versions of Victor Sabertooth Creed, here I'm representing him as an richass owner of a casino in Las Vegas, as the director of LOGAN, James Mangold was going to show him in the movie but didn't for some very stupid reasons -_-
So now, fasten your seat belts people, we're going for a helluva ride!
Chapter- 1
"Welcome to India, sir." the middle aged man in a brand new suit received him with a nervous smile. Instead of a big blow of oven like heat unlike last time when he was in India, this time the chilling breeze of the small but beautiful hill station hit his face as he walked out of the airport.
He rubbed his hands together before putting on his aviators and turned to the man with a total kissass face and his over makeuped wife with her over developed boobs. His secretary'd already made the deal but he needed to see the land himself.
"How was the journey, Mr. Creed?" the grinning frail asked in her most seductive tone. Her low cut blouse was exposing way too much of those saggy melons.
"Boring and tiring." he tried to sound as annoyed as he could.
"I know you must be very tired after that Twenty hour flight. Your suite is waiting for-"
"All I've done in past damn Twenty hours was just Rest on my ass so you better show me the damn ground, Mr. Singh." the growl made the stumpy man's fake smile vanish within a second. He just cleared his throat and showed him the way to their car.
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He ran his intense gaze around. The land was just as the agent said it was, the empty ground surrounded by mountains, Hills and thick jungle. It was behind the five star hotel he was staying in and the highway was barely Fifteen minutes away so transportation or stay couldn't be a problem for his guests. This was a perfect place for his business and his animal's personal urges for occasional escapes from the damned human world.
"So," Mr. Singh had a smug smirk this time. "Do you like it?" he didn't need to hear it. The appreciation was oozing off the foreigner's face. The couple didn't care if he was a super scary mutant with all those fangs and claws, they just wanted to get rid of this damned land. The virus attack on the mutants in America Eleven years ago, this Victor Creed guy was the only known man who survived that epidemic and built his own empire of Casinos all around the world.
He gave a wide, canined grin that was enough to crack the thick lens of Singh's spectacles and murder that flirting smile of his frail. The man gave a small smile of his own with a nervous gulp and extended his hand. "I'll get the paperwork ready by next week."
"Next week?" his gaze turned into glare as the damned words left the other man's mouth. "But I told you to keep'em ready already." His private jet was waiting. He had a damn flight to catch by evening.
"Well, sir," the tiny man gulped again. "I wanted to be sure if you would like it or not after hearing some deep details about the place."
"Well you're talkin' about those silly rumors, I ain't interested in hearin' any of that shit." he shrugged as he put his glasses back on.
"You know about them already?" a clear shock on the faces of the middle aged couple.
"I chose this place on Internet, Singh. They have all the good and bad information about a place.
"And you still want to buy it?"
"Yes. Because this place has all the qualities I need for my new Casino." he smirked. "But I still would like to hear about that 'Vandevi'."
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"A-According to the locals, it all started Nineteen years ago." Singh started his little urban legend with a large glass of whiskey in his hand in the wide lawn of the hotel. There weren't much people out there in the bone freezing night and Mrs. Singh was putting another round of makeup in washroom. Singh's chattering teeth were silently pleading him to take this conversation inside but Victor was actually enjoying the chilling air.
"Nineteen years ago, huh?" the feral man sneered. "I thought you were going to say at least a hundred years."
The little man smirked and took in another gulp. "No, I'm going to give you the story as I've heard. So they said it all started Nineteen years ago. One night some villagers living near the jungle heard the loud cries of a baby. Some brave men went in and tried to find the baby but couldn't find anything. Suddenly the cries stopped and they never heard something like that again but after few years, some women gathering firewood saw a little girl in the wood. When they tried to go near her, she roared like a lion and revealed her pointed nails and teeth like you."
Victor's gulp caught in his throat as he heard claws and teeth. "Hold on a second, did you say 'nails and teeth like me'?"
The stocky man smirked again. "I knew that would catch your attention, but it's true. At least that's what those women said. At first they all believed that girl was a monster but when they went into the wood to kill her, they saw a great phenomenon. All the animals of the jungle were standing with the girl as her little army against them all."
This segment really grabbed Victor's ears. He leaned forward and intertwine his fingers with each other. "What happened after that?"
Singh let out a loud hiccup and gave a broad, drunk smile. "What else could happen? Those bloody superstitious fools fell to their knees and called her 'Vandevi' which means Goddess of the Jungle in Hindi. They declared the jungle now belonged to Vandevi and forbade all the villagers to go into the jungle and hurt its animals or Vandevi would unleash her fury on them all but one of their Leopard hunters intentionally entered the wood to prove them wrong. When he didn't return till evening, they all went to search for him and found his severely slashed deadbody hanging from a tree and-"
"People emptied the village within a week and nobody tried to enter that cursed wood again believing if they did, the Vandevi would punish them." Mrs. Singh completed the sentence for her husband and sat down on the arm of his husband's wooden chair.
"So this land is actually that emptied village and it's surrounded by that 'cursed' jungle so people consider it cursed too." Victor drank down the entire information with the last chug of his third glass.
"Exactly." Victor rolled his eyes at the seductive tone. Does the stupid bitch think these claws are fake like her painted nails?
"So Mr. Creed," the drunken man looked up to him. "Arre you still intested?"
"You mean, interested?" Victor smirked and picked up the bottle.
The short man barked out a loud laugh. "Yeah, that one."
"Well," he opened up the bottle and poured himself the last glass. "I see no loss in this deal but I have a condition."
The couple looked at each other. "What is it, Mr. Creed?"
He smirked as he set the empty glass down with a thump. "I wanna check out the wood first."
The couple looked at each other again and this time a clear mix of shock and horror was filled in their eyes. "B-But Mr. Creed-"
"No buts." he shot up and snapped his neck. "I'm goin' and I'm goin' right now."
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His feet were sauntering into the deep of the jungle. His enhanced senses could see, smell and hear everything those useless humans couldn't. He thought about wherever that asslicker and his bitch with a Cheshire cat grin told him a hour ago. He knew he'd bought this place for Sabertooth's needs. A peaceful place to live, a good hunting ground and a bunch of careless peeps who are too busy to look down upon you just because you're a mutant, these needs that were making him feel suffocated in that goddamn guided cage of Victor Creed. This place, this wood, this damn nightwalk, everything was a let out for all those needs but he had no idea why his heart jumped up at the thought of that...
Frails had never been a top in his life. They were just for a sick, twisted fun time. Most of them were cursing him from heavens by the time he was done with'em. Their frailty, their humanity was a disgusting shit. He never went easy on any of them because he never wanted to. Human frails were shit scared of him. Scared is good when it comes to frails but it's last thing he ever wanted to see on HIS woman. He liked his woman growling mad and ready to take everything his cock was ready to give and only a female of his own kind could give him that but that fucking virus destroyed everything!
Mutant are at the brink of extinction. They are nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen. Give that fuckin' mutant hating lab another decade and they'd all be off the map and Ferals? He barely knew two ferals who survived that damned epidemic, him and Jimmy. The runt had nothing left but that sick, old wheelchair to take care of and him? He'd always been a loner dude and decided to keep it that way after surviving the damn virus but yes, he decided to be a little good boy this time, to play a clean game for a while until he found something blasting, something life changing, something...
Suddenly a strange and sharp scent hit his sinuses out of nowhere like a damn brick. It was a heady combination of forest after rains and another sharp, familiar smell he couldn't put his finger on. He'd smelled it a long time ago but couldn't remember where. He halted his surging feet and took a deep inhale.
A wide predatory grin played on his lips as he remembered. He'd caught this smell on a claimed female feline years ago. That intoxicating scent'd almost made him want to gut the other pathetic class three male and take the frail right there at that moment and he was feeling the same surge of emotions in his cock right now.
Sabertooth roars.
Find the Mate, make her ours!
He took another deep inhale. He couldn't find another 'male' scent on it. It was his golden chance, he needed to find her, find the owner of the smell and make her his before anyone else put a fucking claim on her. Singh'd said something about claws and fangs on that Vandevi. If she's the one his big cat is calling their Mate, then Goddess of the Jungle is in a big, feral trouble.
"Mine."
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Okay I know I'm horrible. I've just finished a Creed/OC fic, I have a damn bad cold and I desperately need a good, long sleep but here I'm, writing a damn plot bunny for Mr. Creed. God help me! REVIEWS, FOLLOWS AND FAVORITES PLEASEEE!