Hello dolls and darlings! Welcome to Chapter 2! Since posting the last chapter, I've gotten two reviews and something like 60 reads. You have no idea how encouraging that is! I've posted other stories on other sites and gotten two reads in a month, so having 60 in like 12 hours over something like 15 different countries is crazy! So like I said before, I'm definitely no expert on the X-Men Universe. Please don't hate me if I make a mistake. Feel free to point it out. Suggestions, questions, reviews etc. are ALWAYS welcome!

SO without further ado, Chapter 2!

Charlie's POV

When she walked into the bookstore, she could barely contain her excitement to tell Jonathan the good news.

"Jon? Where are you? You'll never guess what happened!" Just as she turned her gaze towards the register, she saw Jon shifting into Norman Reedus as he looked in Boondock Saints.

"What happened, lass?" The thick Irish brogue escaped his lips, making her both flush and roll her eyes. Jon knew she couldn't focus when he looked like that.

"Jon! I need to focus! As much as I love seeing and hearing Norman Reedus in Murphy McManus form, this is a serious situation! I can't be distracted by the sexiness of Ireland right now!" He quickly changed back into his natural form, slightly shorter and thinner than his previous state.

"Alright hon, what is it?" Though he seemed nervous, Charlie continued.

"Well Hank called! He said-hold on. What is that smell? Are you wearing cologne?" The scent had hit her like a ton of bricks. Though her mutation gave her heightened senses, she had never smelled anything like this before.

"For real, Jon, it smells amazing in here. Like, I don't know, outside? And something else. I can't place it." She inhaled deeply, trying to place the scent.

"Jon, how do you not smell that? It's like, wow." Then she heard footsteps. Loud, thumping, heavy footsteps. She twisted her head towards the sound, seeing the biggest man she had ever seen stalking towards her. At her 5'5 frame, she would probably reach the middle of his chest. Not only was he tall, he was muscular. She could see the definition of his muscles through the dark button-up and wool coat he wore. He stopped just twenty feet from her.

That's when it hit her. The smell was from him. She glanced down at his hands to see his long, yellow claws. He smirked at her and she could just barely see a glistening fang. His hair was cropped short but he had thick mutton chops. Even from this distance, she could feel his piercing steel gray eyes, as if they were looking straight into her soul. While it was slightly unnerving, Charlie found herself unexplainably attracted to him.

Instinctually, she felt her own, much daintier claws growing longer. He was a feral. And judging by the smell of it, along with what she had been taught of ferals, she was looking at her mate.

She did only what she had been taught to do if she even met a feral, especially a male.

She ran like hell.

She raced out the door, dropped to all fours and ran as she had been taught. She didn't go home, but rather straight for the woods. She could hear her mate behind her, running just as she was. She did manage to put some distance between them after a few minutes. She even jumped over a small creek, hoping the water would throw off her scent, even if just for a few minutes.

When she was sure he was no longer just behind her, she scurried up a tree, hiding within the leaves. The lush branches offered just enough cover that her body was disguised, but she could see.

Lucky for her, the wind was blowing, often changing directions. This would scatter her scent and hopefully confuse her pursuer even more. She slid her phone from her pocket. She dialed the number of the only person who might be able to help her.

Within just a few rings, she heard his deep voice on the other end.

"Charlotte! I have missed talking to you, my dear!"

"Hank!" She whispered into the phone. Obviously, he could hear the panic and fear in her voice.

"Charlotte, what's happened?" His usual, cheery voice was now deadly serious.

"I think my mate found me. And he's chasing me. I'm scared, Hank. I don't know what to do."

"Where are you?"

"In the woods. I'm hiding in a tree."

"Can you get to your car?" Car. Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that?!

"Maybe. I don't know where he-" Before she could finish her sentence, a large, rough hand wrapped around her ankle, and threw her from the tree.

She managed to land on her feet, but before she could fully recover, she found herself pinned to the ground. She looked up into steely gray eyes that looked down at her, mocking her. His scent surrounded her, relaxing her when she knew she should be fighting.

"Found you. Now, who's that on the phone?" Charlie had forgotten all about Hank in the few short seconds, but she could hear his voice still yelling into the phone.

Her attacker grabbed the phone and put it up to his ear.

"Who is this? And why does my mate feel the need to call you when she's in trouble?" He growled into the phone.

Though the device wasn't pressed against her ear, she could clearly hear the other half of the conversation.

"This is Dr. Henry McCoy. Whom am I speaking to?"

"Well, Doc, this is Victor Creed." She heard Hank go silent on the other end of the line.

"I want to talk to Charlotte. Let me know she's not hurt." Victor's eyes met hers. She peered up at him and said,

"Please. Just let me speak with him." Victor didn't release her hands from the ground. Instead he pulled the phone away from his ear, and put the phone on speaker.

"Hank?"

"My God, Charlotte, are you okay?"

"I think so. Hank, what do I do?" She refused to break eye contact with this behemoth of a man over her. He stared down at her as well, gauging her reaction to the doctor's words.

"Darling-" Victor growled at the pet name.

"There's only one thing to do. Fight like hell." Victor crushed the phone in his grip. Charlie began struggling but her small frame didn't seem to faze the monster on top of her. She lunged, trying to latch onto his throat with her fangs. Then, she got an idea.

With all of her strength, she brought both her knees up to the junction of his legs. With a pained groan, he rolled off small body. She almost felt sorry for the pain she had causing. Every instinct screamed at her to comfort him, but she knew better than that. She scrambled to her feet and ran in the direction of town.

It wasn't long before she reached her small silver Honda, still parked outside of the bookstore. She wrenched open the door, slammed the key in the ignition and sped away. She knew she couldn't go home. She decided to go to Hank's house, hoping he could help her.

After a few hours of driving, she saw that she needed gas. She quickly pulled into a gas station to fill up. As the gas pumped, Charlie noticed a pay phone near the entrance of the gas station store. She ran up, quickly inserted change and dialed Hank's number.

After five or six rings, she finally heard his deep voice.

"McCoy?" He sounded exhausted.

"Hank?"

"My God, Charlotte! Are you okay? Where are you? Is Creed still with you?"

"I'm fine. I got away. I'm at a gas station just past Mansfield, Ohio. I was driving to your house."

"Don't go there. Drive towards North Salem, New York. I'll have someone meet you somewhere along the line. And I'll be here when you arrive."

"But what's in New York?"

"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. It's a safe place for mutants."

"Hank, I'm not so sure about this."

"Love, when we first met, I suggested that your father took you to the school. Of course, he wanted to stifle your mutation instead of exposing it. He refused to bring you anywhere near the place. But there are people there that can protect you. They can teach you to harness and control your mutation."

"But what about Victor? You told me that once a feral finds his or her mate, nothing will keep them apart. How are they supposed to protect me?"

"I'll be there. Professor Xavier is there. There are dozens here who will be prepared to keep you safe. Also, there is a feral there named Logan. He can keep you safe. He's had…dealings with Victor in the past. There's no one more capable of handling him. He's going to be the one to meet you. Knowing him, he'll meet you before morning."

"Hank, I'm scared."

"Charlotte-your five minutes is up. Please insert one dollar and redial." An automated voice cut in. Charlie leaned her head against the phone terminal, fighting back tears.

"Come on, Charlie. Get yourself together. You can do this."

With that, she hung up the phone and walked back to her car. She got in and drove away, refusing to look back.

So what'd you think? I'm not entirely sure which direction I'm going to take this in yet so I'm definitely open to suggestions. This will definitely be a Victor/OC story though so...yeah. I guess that's it.

Hopefully chapter 3 will be up soon!