AN: You might not find this chapter very exciting (at first) but it does hold a lot of information which will be important to the story.


Shit…

Shit…

Shit!

FUCK!

Where the hell did those two slime bags come from? She had to get Jason out of here as soon as possible!

They had knocked on her door, introduced themselves and asked her sort of politely to come with them. They wouldn't say what for. But she smelled it instantly: male and feral mutant.

They weren't feral themselves but they carried a faint scent of someone feral, and male, around them…

So there was no chance in hell that she'd come with those two!

Once she asked who the feral was, they fessed up. The name which came over their lips, was the last one in the world she wanted to hear.

Victor Creed.

A.k.a. Sabretooth. But everyone knew that you better not call him that to his face. Leader of the Brotherhood since he finished off the original leader, Magneto. Creed was an infamous and cold blooded murderer. And feral. The worst of his kind she was sure.

How the fuck did he find out about her?!

She ran from them but one of them was fast as lightning! That little fucker. So she fought them and put up a good fight. Better than those two ever would, that was for sure. After more beatings than she thought they could take, they finally fell behind and she could escape them.

Getting Jason to a safe place was first priority. And there was no other choice but to put him back on his medication and bring him to the sanitarium for a little while. It was a safe haven where he sometimes had to go when she wasn't at home to take care of him. Around her, he was calm and he wouldn't use his powers. Because she was immune. But around other people… he had to be on his meds.

"I'm so sorry Jason baby" she said with tear filled eyes as she stroke his cheek gently "It's all my fault. I should have laid low. Or lower anyway"

He was so far gone, he didn't say anything. He just sat in his wheelchair as the nurse waited for them to say goodbye.

"It's only for a little while, I will be back okay? I will take care of you, don't be upset. As soon as I'm back everything will be okay again sweetheart"

She hugged him carefully one more time. Physically he was very fragile. Mentally he was hardly present due to the meds.

"When will you be back miss Aleksandrov?" the nurse asked.

"I… I'm not sure Jane, I… gotta deal with a few things. Lay low for a while"

The nurse nodded.

She understood.

This time Jason's sister didn't know yet if she'd be back… at all.

"We will take good care of him until you're back miss" she whispered politely.

And Ylva knew this was true. Jason had been here a few times. They knew all the meds, they would take him outside, they would treat him gently and not shun him for being a mutant. Besides, his mutation wasn't even noticeable when he was out of his head on medication.

She smiled one last time at the nurse and kissed Jason's head.

"See you soon big brother, very soon, I promise"

Don't make promises you can't keep Ylva, she thought.

But if Jason could hear her, she needed him to believe in her. To believe she'd come back for him when everything was safe again.


He leaned back in his office chair and looked over at Toad and Quicksilver. He couldn't help but laugh at them. Toad had some very serious wounds in the middle of his face. Three perfectly deep red scratches. They would make some nice scars. And Quicksilver… well… you hardly recognized him with those black eyes.

"We're sorry boss… she was fucking…"

"Are you sure you sought out the right frail?" he interrupted them cynically.

He still couldn't believe a fucking woman did this to two of his best men.

"Yes sir. Ylva Aleksandrov. She lives in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of New York"

Victor looked his two lackeys over once more. This had to be a fucking joke. They were roughed up pretty good. This little wolf had claws. Big ones.

"You two… are fucking useless"

"But boss, she runs on all fours like a fucking ani…"

Quicksilver instantly elbowed Toad so he'd shut the hell up.

Victor cocked his brow "A what Toad? An… animal?"

"I just mean… she's very fast boss. And very strong. We chased her for at least two hours"

He growled. Agitated with his little worker bees. What the hell did he pay them for if they couldn't even capture a woman?

"Well, it seems I will go and get her myself"

"I'll prepare the jet sir" Toad said in an attempt to suck up to his boss.

"Don't bother… I run on all fours like an animal remember? I'll be there in no time"

"But how will you get her back here?"

He grinned at Toad "Good point Frog Face. Prepare the jet. Let's see if this little wolf can face a real Alpha"


Where would she go? She couldn't go back to the apartment, it wouldn't be safe. But she didn't bring anything. No clothes, no food, no money, nothing!

Then again: she didn't need any of that stuff if she was to fight of Victor Creed.

She had the most important thing for the job: the knife.

Safely tucked inside her right boot.

The knife which she stole so many years ago from that man in the club where she worked. He was feral and a decent man to be honest. He seemed pained though. Maybe cuz his claws were made out of some weird ass stainless steel. Screwing over such a decent man… she almost felt guilty back then.

Almost.

But it had to be done so she seduced him. Didn't take much either. He thought he was about to have the time of life. But just as he was gonna plunge himself inside of her, she shot him straight through the head.

Didn't kill him of course, she wouldn't want to kill him anyway. But it knocked him right out.

And so she took his knife. Tested it one him to see if it was true. Made some small cuts in the shape of a heart on his chest. She found it quite ironic at the time. Imagine the look on his face when he'd wake up.

And it worked: the cuts didn't heal. So the legend was true: one does not simply heal from the Musarama blade. Why on earth this good looking feral man had melted it down to a knife-sized blade, she would never know. But it turned out to be quite the advantage: she could now always carry it around without anyone knowing. The knife had tasted a lot of feral blood already.

And tonight it would dine on Victor Creed.

She wasn't as strong as him, not as fast as him either. But if she could just get to him with the knife. She would be rid of him for sure. Just like all the other little feral punks she had fought off over the years.

Never killed 'em though. She simply couldn't. But she had wounded them enough to get away every time.

But of course, they were not Victor Creed.

This time… maybe she had no choice. Maybe she had to go for the kill.

"Good evening Lex, have you seen Rodriquez by any chance?" she asked the night guard of the New York State Theater.

"No miss, everyone's already gone. Why are you still here? Did you forget something?"

"No… I just… I have an urgent message for him. I have a family emergency so I'll need to take a leave of absence for an unknown amount of time. I'll leave him a message in his office and on his answering machine"

"Ok miss, go ahead" the guard answered as he opened up the doors to the northern part of the theater building where all the offices were stationed.

Message? What message was she gonna leave him and how? She didn't have her frikkin' phone on her.

A quick note would have to do.

Dear R,

That thing we spoke about years ago: it happened. I need to take a leave of absence and don't know when/if I'll be back. Tell my students it's a family emergency. Don't look for me. Be safe.

Y.

That would have to do. The less he knew the safer he was. The safer they all were.

She had told her conductor years ago about her mutation. Of course if you weren't blind and had half a brain, it was obvious. The little canines when she opened her mouth, the fingernails which were always a little too long. Her bright blue eyes. Brighter than anything beyond normal.

And she told him about Stryker and her fear that one day her past would come back to haunt her. That the mad scientist would find her or tell someone about her. And she was sure that he had something to do with all this bullshit.

All those mutants looking for her all of a sudden… It had Stryker's stink all over it.

On her way out she crossed the big theater hall. Her piano standing there.

It pained her, to be separated from her orchestra, her grand piano.

Just one sonata…

Just one, she thought as she took a seat behind her beloved grand piano.

She probably wouldn't see her own piano, at home, for a long time either. She would play it every day and her brother would sit next to her.

It always calmed Jason right down if he ever threw a fit.

As she hit the last note, a slow and almost sardonic clapping came from behind her.

"Bravo, bravo"

She gasped as shivers ran own her spine at the sound of that voice. That cruel voice.

She'd been so carried away by the music that she completely shut down her senses and never smelled a thing.

She quickly turned around on the piano stool, finding a pair of grey eyes staring at her.

"Allow me to introduce myself: Victor Creed… at your service madam" he added sarcastically as he gave her a polite nod.

"I know who you are" she quickly answered as she got up from the stool.

He inhaled sharply and cocked his head to one side.

"Not too bright… hanging around your precious little theater when you know I'm hunting your feral ass down"

She stood frozen for a while and just stared at him. Until he moved closer…

He slowly strolled towards her, his eyes big and focused on her. A devilish smirk on his face.

A handsome face.

And such a familiar scent… Where had she picked up that scent before? It was ages ago but she couldn't remember where…

"I… I…" she stumbled "I had something to take care off before…"

"Before getting the hell outta town?" he finished her sentence.

She moved towards the other side of the piano as he now stood next to the stool.

"Yes" she whispered.

He licked his lips absently as he roamed his eyes all over her.

"Honey, you'd have to get off this planet if you wanna run from me. And I'd still find you" he winked evilly.

"Oh" she just replied, dumfounded and completely frozen in fear.

"Yeah… I thought I smelled something familiar when I was at your apartment… Nice place you got by the way. I smelled… a male" he cocked his head as his hand lingered on the keys of the piano "Middle aged and mutant. Not feral though. Am I right?"

She nodded reluctantly. He could NOT find out about Jason!

"Husband? Fiancé? Boyfriend?" he asked curiously.

"Brother"

He grinned contently at her answer.

"Figures, your apartment… your scent… It smelled so 'pure'… And now that he's out of town you figured you'd take your time, play some tunes and then casually walk out somewhere? Some place… safe from me? Where did you plan on going little wolf girl?"

"I… I… didn't plan…"

"Noooooo… you obviously did not… You see… if I were you, I would have run and run fast. But instead you chose to bring your brother to safety, let your employer know that you had to take some time off and then you decided to give a last recital… I thought you'd be brighter than that" he scoffed and grinned wickedly, then his eyes darkened: "You should've run when you had the chance little wolf"

And with that he launched himself forward, jumping over the piano and straight on top of his victim.

Before they even reached the ground, he felt a burning pain in his shoulder blade and he roared wildly.

She managed to pull out her knife, plunge it into his shoulder nice and deep and gave it a harsh twist before crawling out from underneath him and sprinting away.

She ran faster than her legs could carry her. Still hearing him roar wildly in pain.

But she didn't look around. She just sprinted.

As if her life depended on it. Which it did.

Far, far away from him. No idea where to go.

Through the halls.

Straight Through the emergency exit.

Alarms went off, she heard them buzz in the distance.

Onto the streets. Several cars had to brake for her and honked loudly, cursing like sailors.

She ignored them and kept on sprinting.

God damn it! She had aimed for his heart but only managed his shoulder… FUCK!

Maybe it was enough, maybe he was bleeding like hell and he couldn't…

But she heard him behind her already as soon as she entered the woods.

He was there, somewhere behind her.

Getting closer.

She almost started to cry in fear. Why… why her?!

She had fought so… so… hard.

All those years ago she was given a second chance and now… It had all been for nothing. Her worst fear would come to life this very night.

He was so close now. She looked around the trees but shelter was no option. He would find her, smell her out.

She kept on running for what seemed likes hours and hours. Until there were no more trees.

SHIT!

She ran up to a dead end cliff. The woods behind her and a big lake in front of her. Balancing herself on cliff, she frantically looked around her but saw nothing.

But she smelled him… heard him!

Where the hell did he go?!

"That water is your only chance little wolf" he spoke dangerously as he moved towards the cliff where she was standing. Slowly, taking his time.

Looking over her shoulder to the water and back at the feral man again, her gaze was changing several times between the ice cold water and him.

The water… She couldn't… it brought back too many horrific memories. But she debated herself for too long.

Suddenly his massive form launched forward and landed perfectly on top of her.

She painfully hit the rocky ground.

"No! God no! Please!" she cried desperately.

"God's not gonna help you now little wolf"

He growled, grabbed her throat and rammed his fist against her jaw.

"Fucking bitch!" he sneered "Stabbing me with that witch blade of yours!"

As he punched her again, she felt something sting in her neck. After that, everything went black.

He quickly chained her arms and feet. She'd surely try and escape again when she woke up. Whenever that may be … He did give her a pretty strong dose.

He looked her over and wondered why she hadn't jumped for the water. Perhaps she couldn't swim?

Her smell was so fucking familiar. Where had he picked it up before?

Bringing his face closer to her neck, he inhaled sharply and tried to remember.

But he didn't. All that happened was a boost of testosterone driving him fucking nuts. So this was what Mystique had meant. Now he understood… Oh, he understood already.

Little feral girls drive big mean feral men fucking crazy. His instincts told him to fuck her, mark her his. Claim the little wolf for himself and then take care of her.

What the fuck?! Take care of her? FUCK right off.

He was 200 years old and always had his inner wolf under control. And now… all he wanted to do was to just let go… Just rip off that jeans and tight blouse… Plunge himself inside, lap up the blood from her thigh and bite down her leg so fucking hard.

He smelled her neck, her face, he sniffed down her chest and let his hand linger on the bottom of her shirt… he pulled it up a little, letting his hand roam over her stomach.

Flawless skin… he wanted to rake his nails down. Make it nice and red. Drench the shirt with her own blood. He sniffed around her neck again and licked his lips. He roared wildly and plunged into her neck, sucking down on it hard, leaving a bright red spot.

NO… GOD DAMN IT!

Fuck no!

Restrain yourself Dog!

Slowly, he moved his hand over her breast and squeezed a little before picking her up. He carried her over his shoulder and ran as fast as possible to where he left the jet.

He was hard as rock for fuck sake.

But he could NOT fuck this up for some good-smelling little bitch. He needed her healthy and alive. Not hanging on by a thread because he just fucked the shit outta her.

Jimmy wouldn't stand a chance if the bitch didn't fix him.

Maybe after…

Yes!

After Jimmy was healthy, he could do whatever the hell he wanted with this little wolf.


AN: hope you liked it... This is by far one of my least favourite chapters lol. Meaning: from now on it will get better xD Promise!