A/N: This story came to me, due to the fact that how Aster Dujardin ended up being Stryker's puppet was never mentioned or told. So here's the story, I hope you like it, and sorry if Sabertooth is OOC, I tried my best! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)

I do not own X-Men, just the plot for this story and any OCS.

Chapter 1

- Leipzig, Germany -

Water droplets danced around her in circles, sparkling in the sunlight. Her pupils became cat-like slicks as the water from her fingers, followed the motions of her fingers, and became a circle large enough to fill the empty goldfish pond in front of her. Her dark chocolate colored hair fell around her shoulders in extremely loose ringlets, as she bent down to unknot the plastic bags that held her new goldfish inside them.

They would get a happy home in her mother's new garden. Gardens, flowers, even the simple grass that tickled her bare feet, reminded her of one person. Ivy…her little sister…

Her parents had abandoned her, at the age of eight on the side of the road on outskirts of the town they lived in now. Just because she was different, just because she did not look the same as everyone else.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of the sibling she had not seen in seven years , the water-manipulator freed the goldfish from their plastic bag prison, and into the lukewarm liquid water of the pond.

Aster stiffened, feeling her nerves go on edge, as she let the strings from her fingertips, gather water closer to her from the running hose. A dark shadow had cast itself over the sunlight that was once warming her back, and she had the feeling that the intruder was not friendly.

The Water-Manipulator turned fast, with grace such as a ballerina should have, her spring green eyes deadly, the water gathered in front of her as a tiny wave, that reached to her waist. She looked up at the man, in front of her, and the water she had under her control, nearly turned into a puddle at her feet.

He had very broad shoulders, and wide chest at that, the black duster that he wore, would probably swallow her whole. She glanced at his face, and somehow she found her eyes wondering down to his massive hands, and staring at the claws that came out of the fingertips. Deadly claws.

He was a mutant, somewhere in her mind, a tiny voice was screaming for her to run, but her legs would not budge a muscle.

"Wer sind Sie -who are you-?" She questioned, the words coming out shaken more in awe, then in fear.

Victor Creed looked down at the girl, that was his target. Aster Dujarden. A mutant with the power to manipulate water.

The description defiantly fit her. Long brown hair, and green eyes. He narrowed his eyes at her and grinned, but she still did not back away. It was odd that was not afraid of him, looked more like she was in awe of him then anything else.

Aster. Certainly a pretty little thing. Too bad, she was probably going to be dead, once he handed her over to Stryker, it was all just too bad.

The water-manipulator backed up, when the intruder strode forward. He had not answered her, he probably did not speak German, and her English was too poor and heavy accented to be able to get an response.

Finally, she listened to the little voice screaming frantically in her head. She turned on her bare heel and ran, she ran out of her mother's garden, past the rose bushes and newly grown apple tree. Knowing that going inside the house would not help, it would only put her mother and little brother, Edmund in danger, Aster stumbled over several rocks, and paused long enough to peer into the window of the living room, her hands pressed against the cool brink exterior of the house.

A cold chill ran down her spine, as her spring green eyes grew wide with horror. Blood was splattered against the pane, her mother's body lay slumped against the red stained couch, unmoving. But where was Edmund?

Trying to keep the tears that were welling up away, and the intruder forgotten, she made to step back from the window. She was going to use the water keeping the grass alive to break the window, unfortunately she never got the chance…

Victor lunged at her, on all fours like a tiger, one swipe from his muscled arm , as it plowed into her chest with the force of a freight train, and Aster was flat on her back.

Dazed and the air knocked from her lungs, Aster struggled to get into a sitting position. But Victor's hand, pressed hard against her stomach stopped her, from moving even an inch, but her hands were still free.

"You could of made this a lot more entertaining, if you would of just kept running." His deep voice rumbled in her ear. He let his claws, tickle against Aster's cheek, and he actually dug one in, making a deep gash that went from the outside of her eye, nearly to her jawline.

Tears slipped from her eyes, and blurred her vision, her heart pounding in her ears.

She was frightened, truly and completely terrified out of her mind. And the fear showing so clearly in her spring green eyes, only made Victor grin.

That was the reaction, he had wanted all along.

She repeated the same question, she had asked earlier, and now that he was concentrating on what she was asking, he finally replied. "You won't be alive long enough to remember it, doll."

She stared at him wide-eyed and then before he knew what was happening, a huge wave of water, engulfed him and sent him flying into the goldfish pond. Aster was back on her feet, teetering a little and the grass below her, shriveled up and brown.

Victor smirked, so she did have some fight in her. Maybe this was going to be fun after all…

A/N: Good, bad? Should I continue it or not? Please Review! -Maiden of the Heavens (MOTH)