Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men, Sabretooth, or Marvel. But I do own Sarah and if I find out that you stole her, I will chew you out. Lol jk. Sorry the last chapter was sooo short. I'll do better next time, I promise!

I stepped up to the microphone and allowed my soft, smooth voice to carry out under the chatter of the restaurant. My voice was almost unheard, but took away from the awkward silences that could come from most places that didn't have music. This would be the last time I would sing that night.

Then I would step down and let the band play, as all of the nights would go. Some would clap, but that would only happen atleast one night a week. Everything here seemed to be routine, all except for the songs. Which changed constantly.

But aside from this, there was another change that was much more interesting than a change of songs. It was that man that had shown up here every night for the past week. He was so mysterious with that long, black coat.

Those dark, unshakeable eyes that I couldn't help but constantly glance over at seemed to call to me. If this was some other man, I would shake off this feeling and continue with my business, not to think about it again. He was probably drunk.

But he was different. He drank atleast seven glasses tonight and his eyes were still perfectly clear and not fogged over with the haziness of alcohol. That was just flat out odd.

Before I knew it, my last song was over and it was time for me to step down so the band could play. I slowly made my way down the steps, careful not to trip.

I looked over at the table that the man was sitting at, he wasn't there. I turned around only to have my sweet tea handed over to me by Alex, my manager. He gave me free drinks every night after I performed. But regardless of what he offered me, I only asked for sweet tea or water.

"Thanks, Al," I said, taking a sip of my tea. Alex smiled, nodded, and walked away. I turned around and jumped slightly when I saw that man towering over me. A chesire grin spread across his bristly face, revealing two sharp fang-like canines. My eyes widened.

"I'm sorry if I scared ya, ma'am," he apologized in a rough, low voice. But his voice was clear, not in a slur as your voice would sound when you drank as much as he did. I noticed that he had a Havana Honey cigar between his . . . clawed fingers?

I stared up at him. "Excuse my manners, I'm Victor Creed. I jus' wanted to tell ya that ya did a nice job t'night," he said with a woodsy accent. Well, this was different. No one has actually bothered to personally compliment me on my performance.

"Thank you, . That's really sweet of you," I said with a sweet smile. Though on the inside I was pondering his intentions. Were they really as innocent as he made them out to be?

I could see a chuckle in his eyes, as if I had just made some kind of joke. "Call me Victor, is too formal 'fer me," he said, taking my hand in his, kissing my knuckles.

I couldn't help but blush when I felt his feline smile form against the skin of my hand. "So, how can I help you, Victor?" I finally asked, trying to do two things at the same time. One, change the subject. And two, get to the bottom of his actions.

"More like what I 'kin do 'fer you, Warrington," he purred. When that last word rolled from his tongue, my blood chilled and my heart seemed to skip a beat. The friendly, sweet smile left my face and was replaced by a darker frown.

"Okay, what do you want? Money, sex, drugs? What do I have to do to shut you up?" I asked, my voice was low and angry. Victor chuckled, this time it was out loud.

"I was jus' checkin' if my assumption was right," he said, his voice was as low as mine, obviously not wanting to be heard. My face paled and twisted in anger. He comes and brings back those horrible memories just to check if he was right?

"I could spit at you right now! If you came here to waste my time with your stupidity, then you need to leave," I snapped, pointing at the door. Victor smirked.

"Whoa, there Miss. I jus' wanted t' ask some questions. But it's obvious that ya ain't too ready 'fer that. Tell you what, I'll be back here t'morrow night 'n we 'kin pick up where we left off, 'mmkay?" He put the cigar between his lips, then seconds later, he blew out a stream of honey scented smoke over my head.

I slowly nodded as I allowed him to lead me out the door, putting my coat over my shoulders. "You'd better mosey on home now, get you some rest. And remember, this is our little secret." With that, he winked and turned the opposite direction and made his way out of sight.

I noticed that there was a taxi in front of me. "You gonna get in, sweetheart?" the driver questioned. I nodded hastily and hurried into the backseat.

Once he reached my apartment, I gave him his money and slipped out of the cab. Then I made my way into the building. I fumbled with the keys to my room, shakily unlocking the door. All I could manage to focus on was Victor.

What was his focus? Was he being honest when he said that it was "their little secret"? Or was he some sleezy guy just trying to get some dirt?

The strange part was, no matter how suspicious he was, I felt like all of her assumptions would be wrong, they usually were. I was thinking that he was just some other guy looking for a good time.

But no man would get that much information just for some one night stand. Something about him was much, much different than most men I knew.

And as I slipped into my bed and drifted to sleep, not one thought passed that didn't have something to do with the man with the Havana Honey cigar.

Victor's P.O.V

I smirked as I walked down the sidewalk, on my way to the little diner that Sarah sang at for the fifth time that week. She was just as I had hoped.

Sweet, polite, well-mannered, but still had that fire in her that I just loved to see go off in women.

She had long, red hair and bright blue eyes. She was short, but her curves were bodacious and tempting.

She was perfect for me, and she was mine. She was my mate and she was leaving this town with me tonight. Regardless of what might happen.

I smiled when I reached the place and quietly let myself in. There she was, singing in that soft, smooth voice of hers. The song was slow and soothing, like a lullaby.

I could see those big, blue eyes switch around, obvious that she was checking to see if I would show up or not. I smirked when her eyes landed on me, she quickly averted her gaze.

I smirked and sat at the very front table, passing the escort that tried to speak to me. I sat down and stared up at her, waiting for her to step down so we could continue our interesting conversation.

Eventually, she made her way down the steps and sat in front of me. "I see you kept your promise," she said, taking the glass of sweet tea that was given to her.

"Why did you leave?" I asked, that would be my first question for the night. I would get deeper with the information I get.

"Hollywood isn't as glamorous as it's made out to be," the redhead replied. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes pushing for more detail. "It was the seventh night of my very first tour. It was five minutes until showtime. My manager came into my dressing room. He said he wanted to talk. But he didn't want to talk..."

Her voice became edgy and strained. I pieced it together and my claws extended at the thought. She was my mate, mine. No one else could have her, much less touch her.

"That was where that damn scream came from. Demonic, frightening, not human. But it wasn't just the scream. It was energy, like something... indescribably inhuman came out from me, y'know? Ugh, I should just shut up. I probably sound like a nut."

That was it. Kinetic energy was her mutation. She was like that Gambit kid, though not as annoying.

"No, but I'm sure you've heard all the hype about mutants," I started, not wanting to press too much into the mutant subject too early.

Sarah nodded. "Yeah, the entire thing is kind of crazy to me . . . I've always thought that I may be a--"

"Mutant?" I interrupted. The redhead nodded. I smirked, "Well, that's what you and I have in common. Look, Doll, eventually these people are going to figure out your little secret. And they're gonna turn on you. It's hard to face, but it's the cold, hard truth. But it doesn't have to be like that, You can leave before they get to you, you can leave with me tonight. This way you don't have to face the drama."

She was quiet, I could tell that she was taking in what I was telling her. "What's in it for you?" she asked finally.

I sighed. This was the awkward part. "You have to be completely and solely devoted to me. What I say, goes."

Sarah stared at me with a slight frown. I sighed, "Look, I can't promise you much. But I can promise you this, you will never, ever be harmed. You will be under my watch and protection at all times."

That made her eyes lighten up, she was in deep thought. It had to have been atleast five minutes until she spoke. "I have to change and get my things," she said, standing up and walking toward the door.

I smirked and followed her. Everything was going according to plan. I followed her down to her apartment, she was so focused on her destination that she didn't bother to get a taxi.

Before I knew it, I was in her room, watching her change before my eyes. Now a respectable man would turn away and give her privacy.

I wasn't a respectable man. I stared until she was completely clothed in some practical attire. A simple black tank top, a small denim jacket, cutoff shorts, and black sneakers.

"My motorcycle is parked at a motel nearby, let's go," I said, wrapping my arm around her waist, and leading her away from her old home.

This was a new beginning, a life where I had a woman all to myself. She wasn't escaping me, she was mine. And this was my new life.

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Hey, guys! As you can see, the chapter is a little longer and I'm gonna try to keep it that way. Also, if some sentences don't make sense, blame my writing program. It cuts out some of the words when I download it onto Fanfiction. But also, I'm serious. If you see ANY problems or think I need to improve PLEASE tell me so I can improve. Thank you for the reviews and much love!