1973

Erik sat at the bar drinking his beer as he listened to the other customers around him, socializing and having fun amongst themselves. He stared at his half empty glass, thinking back to the days where he and Charles would sit and talk with each other, leaning on the other for support like any brother would.

Sometimes, he wished he could go back and stop himself from killing Shaw, that way, he and Charles would still be brothers, protecting one another and teach future generations of mutant students.

He looked around the bar, and saw couples engaging in liplock, getting lost in their little world and away from the cruelty of this one. He felt a spike of jealousy shoot through him when he saw how easy young people have it now that the war is over and they can continue where they left off.

But not him, definitely not him, he can't take back what he did to Raven, his little Mystique, no matter what his intentions to save the future was, he can never regain her forgiveness, or companionship. Thinking back now, he knew that she still had feelings for the genius McCoy, even if she said she moved on from him, he knows her feelings are still there. Should those two ever reunite and accept each other's physical appearances, Erik can only hope that Hank gives Raven a better life than what he has ever done.

Erik sighed bitterly as he thought of how lonely he has been since he last talked to Charles. Having regular conversations with the younger gentleman made Erik feel like he was needed for being him, not as a tool for war. Charles has always been a brother to Erik, no matter what side the other was on, Erik could never hate the closest thing he has to a brother.

The bell above the door rang, signalling a customer entering the bar. There were exclamations and cat calls from drunken men as they looked upon an extremely attractive woman. Listening to those men treat a woman like an object made his stomach churn and blood boil as he recalled his days in the concentration camps where women were treated like animals, treated them worse than what the men went through.

A chair creaked beside him when someone deposited themselves in the seat next to him. An strange exotic scent enflamed his nostrils as he felt eyes of a predator on him. He lifted his eyes to meet the violet orbs of a 5'10 gorgeous curvy woman with mahogany hair and fantastic long legs.

Erik found this woman irresistibly beautiful, almost inhuman, but he didn't dwell on that thought for too long as this opened her mouth to speak, "I didn't hear or see you react the way the men did when I entered the room." her voice was rich and laced with silk as she stared at Erik like a piece of meat that is about to be eaten.

Erik smiled as he turned his body to face hers and noticed that she was in an alluring red dress that showed off her curves and a little bit of cleavage, "My apologies, where I come from, well actually, where my Father came from and these are his words, if you catcall a woman for only her body, you are nothing but a lusting animal that only wishes to satisfy their desires by treating the woman like a prostitute. A woman must always respected." Erik said before taking a swig of his beer. "So forgive me, I never wish to offend you by making you feel as such."

The woman raised her brows, very impressed with his choice of words, "Bold words, may ask the name of the gentleman who has not insulted me?" she said crossing her legs, showing some of her thigh.

Erik settled his beer on the counter, "If the lady wishes it," he held a hand out for her to take, "Erik Lehnsherr." he introduced himself as the woman shook his hand, giving him a flirtatious smile, "Heidi." she introduced herself before leaning her weight on her arms against the counter, "Why do you think women should be respected?" she asked in that silky voice of hers.

Erik explained, thinking about the women he encountered in the past, "Now I'm saying this from experience, you see not a lot of men in this age see it, but women can be just as dangerous as men, if not treated properly with respect. I consider men to be weaker than women, from what I've witnessed, men fall easily to a woman's charm and beauty and are dragged to their depths where the woman controls the man and can easily enthrall him, or destroy him." he finished, observing Heidi's expression as her face changed from amusement to charmed at his words.

Heidi didn't know how to respond, so she playfully ran her fingers up his arm and over his chest in a seductive manner, making Erik shiver physically, "Those are the words that every woman needs to hear." she said seductively as she kept their eyes lock on each other.

"Why is that?" Erik challenged with a smirk.

Heid, still smirking, swiftly snatched his bag and walked backward to the door that led to the alley way of the bar as she kept her gaze on Erik, "It makes women want you more." she dangled his bag in front of him as she opened the door.

Erik smirked at the challenged look on her face as he finished the rest of his beer then followed her out into the alley way. It was night time the, yet Heidi seemed to have a glow of her own as she sauntered from one wall to another like a lion cornering its prey.

"Do you want your bag back?" she held the bag in front of him as to taunt him.

"Yes, although I get the sense that you want me to do something for me to have it back." Erik casually said as he leaned against the brick wall with his arms crossed.

Heidi chuckled as she walked slowly and seductively over to him, his bag swing back and forth with her stride as she approached him, "What I want from you is quite simple," she said as she got close enough to run her fingers across his chest before laying her whole hand on his forearm and leaned in to whisper, "all you have to do, is stay completely still." she then lowered her mouth to his jugular and was about to dig her sharp teeth into him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." a low feminine voice broke the moment, making Heidi pull away from Erik's neck and looking to her right to look into the shadowed dead end of the alley where the voice originated.

The sound of boots clicking on the pavement filled the night air as the figure stepped into the light the moon provided for them. First, the dark boots of the figure shown in the light as the person came closer, then a pair of black skin tight pants, then a greyish black leather jacket and finally the face of a beautiful angelic woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes that glared at Heidi.

"Who are you?" Heidi glared at the woman for interrupting her meal time.

Erik could only watch as the two women glared at the other, one with anger and the other with pure hatred. His instincts screamed at him to get away from the woman that had him against the wall, yet he felt as though he was being controlled by his body. It all came crashing down on him when he saw the woman's sharp teeth; he was about to be killed.

The new arrival continued to glare at Heidi, "You don't remember me Miss Heidi? Then let me refresh your memory, 'In this chamber is where the leaders of Volterra reside, so please stay together.'" The woman recited, making Heidi's eyes widen at how this woman could know what she would say whenever she would come back with a numerous amount of tourists to feed her coven.

Realization hit Heidi when she remembered what happened that one day where a Mother and her child escaped, "You." she growled out as she retched herself away from Erik, forgetting about him, to stand in the middle of the alley across from the woman.

The woman smirked at Heidi's anger filled gaze, "Do you still have that scar my Mother gave to you. It's been what, twenty years if I'm not mistaken, then again, I was only twelve years old at the time, so my memory is not that good at the moment." she said mockingly, remembering the day when her Mother used her power to create spikes made of ice that shot out of the ground and pierced through Heidi's leg in order to stop her from coming near her child.

Heidi growled and snarled as this woman mocked her, with a burst of vampire speed, she charged at this woman with the intent to kill.

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