Chapter: Two
So here's your second chap and i don't wanna spoil the fun tonight so why don't you read it yourself? ;-}
No more yapping, just enjoy...
Chapter: Two
She was just about to take her first sip when-
"Move your ass girlie, this is big men's table." he broke her quietness out of nowhere and plopped onto the chair across the table.
She looked up for a second, the same guy who'd 'smelled' her on the counter a few minutes ago.
Her scared, blue pupils nervously raked over his upper body above the table. All she collected in once was a thick brown military cut, deep amber eyes, out of fashion, coarse lambchops and a colossal frame covered in a black, leather jacket.
She knew she should've been piss scared at the moment but still-
"W-What if I don't?" she immediately regretted her decision and bit her tongue inside her mouth.
This one caused Victor to chuckle. "What If I don't huh..?" a loud thump of one of his clawed hands echoed in the bar. Everyone looked at their table over their shoulders but didn't dare to say anything to Victor Sabertooth Creed.
The three damn inches long claws scratched four long trails on the old wood, causing a sharp tang of horror to take over eyes of the little kitten.
"Still wanna know what I do to little girls who make big men like me angry?" a simple flash of those pointed fangs in a goddamn scary grin was enough to make the girl believe this man was a mutant trouble.
Her brain was screaming at her to leave the table right away and run out of the damn place as fast as she could but still-
"I-I'm not afraid of dying." she didn't dare to say it looking him in the eye but hid the tremble of her voice very well.
Creed smirked again. It'd been a long time since he met a sexy spitfire. Mostly they were all mutant chicks but human girls? They're even afraid of his shadow.
Victor leaned back. "Heard many assholes claim that. But they all shit themselves before my claws gutted'em." he traced his thumb over his shining dark talons.
"I'm sure about myself." Creed narrowed his eyes at her confidence. What the hell does she have all his other victims didn't? He needed to know and maybe...he could smell it.
"Maybe I know the reason." Creed downed another glass in next smirk and suddenly took his face veryyy close to her, broadening her eyes again and whispered. "I can smell it on you, frail." His knowing smirk made her shiver down to her very core.
She unsuccessfully tried to suppress the quiver. "Oh really? So what are you gonna do now? Kill me before the time and steal my first ever whiskey?" she was sure he'd 'smelled' her real age.
"Nah, I have better plans for the most boring day of the year." he snorted. "And one of'em is hearin' your sad story."
Against all the odds, a small smile tugged at her plump, pink lips this time. "And what if I don't?" she slowly whispered, running her eyes on the table.
The same offending question again. The saucy little kitten doesn't know who she's playing with.
"Because you got no other option." he answered with a simple shrug. "I'll just kill ya if ya don't." he suddenly surged across the table and halted right in front of her flinched face again. "And this death'll be a whole damn lot more painful than the one that pathetic disease of yours is gonna give ya soon."
A fresh blow of shocked horror struck hit his snout.
She momentarily looked into his predatory eyes and took a shaky breath in. "Okay." he gave a smug nod and came back to his place.
"Gastric cancer, last stage." she finally revealed it with a sigh. "Found out just last week. Don't wanna spend the last few days on my life on some cheap, rotten bed of a hospital so that's why I'm out here, doing all the things I couldn't in this small, ordinary life of mine before." she tapped the side of her glass with a faded smile, clearly indicating it was the first ever hard drink of her life.
"And yer enjoyin' it alone?" Creed scrunched up his brows.
She nodded. "Because all my friends are busy in celebratin' the great Valentine's Day with their real or online BFs or GFs today." she grunted.
'I was talkin' 'bout your boyfriend, prom queen." Creed rolled his eyes with the line.
"U-Umm...I don't have any boyfriend." she whispered this one at the lowest pitch, running her eyes everywhere but over his grinning face but he still caught the deep blush of her cheeks. He'd already smelled it, he just needed to confirm it.
It brought thousands of dirty plans to Creed's brain at the moment but 'ripping' that little cherry and fucking her until she's dead wasn't on the list tonight. He's always called himself a disgusting, bloodthirsty, savage beast but even his animal would never hunt a prey Who's already dying. So no claws around the throat of this one.
But it sure as hell doesn't mean he cannot have some fun outta her tonight.
"So it you're out to have some fun, let's have it together." His meaningful gloat and wide grin flashing those white, pointed canines caused her eyes to narrow for a minute until she realized what he meant.
"Look mister," the mew turned into the roar in a damn second. "I don't know what kinda girl yer thinkin' i am but get this very straight, I don't sleep with strangers!"
He sneered. "Oh c'mon baby doll, nobody's gonna be your 'One Day Boyfriend' to make your last valentine special alright."
"Look you," she pointed an infuriating finger at him. "You've already wasted enough of my time, I don't think I need to sit here any longer and listen to your flirty crap so good bye!" she shot up to leave but Creed suddenly caught her hand. He wasn't letting this pretty little prey go so easy.
"Just let go of my hand, you jerk!" she tried hard to wrench out of his grasp and he just laughed at her futile try. Everybody was looking at both of them only but nobody took a daring step ahead to save the girl in danger. Soon the laugh died down and Creed mused over something.
"What If become your one day boyfriend?" he asked it out of blank, the last fucking thing someone could expect from a 6'6" tall, homicidal Sabertooth.
His blunt proposition caused her to stop struggling against the grasp for a second and look back to his face with a flabbergasted look on hers. "A-Are you serious?" it has to be a prank.
"Do I look like I'm kiddin'?" his blank face had no traces of sneer.
She bit her lower lip and slowly sat back down, her hand still in his clasp. "Y-You really want to.. I-I mean, you and I..." she searched his eyes with quick, hesitant glances.
"Only if you're interested." He tried to look cool about the deal.
She gave it some thought. She was no match against this hunk. He could do whatever he wanted to do with her with that strength. Rape, murder, it seems no big deal for him but he still wants to take it easy on her. What's the harm then? She can spend the day just the way she wants and he gets what he wants but only at the end of the day of course. It's not like she's saving her virginity for some prince charming right?
She finally decided. "Well, it's the last Valentine's Day of my life anyway and I don't have anythin' else to do on it so...let's try it."
Sabertooth grins ear to ear.
He let go of her hand. "Cool. So let's start with 'name exchange'."
"Wait a minute, why the name exchange?"
"'Cause I want ya to scream my name when I fuck ya hard tonight." a wide leering grin occupied his lips.
"What the heck?!" she tried to cover up the deepest blush of her life with a great amount of mock anger. "It's not just going to be about se-" she bit her tongue again. "I-I mean that's going to be the last part of the deal or it's off, I want my kinda fun first."
"Do you take every fuckin' joke so seriously?" Victor rolled his frustrated eyes. "Look frail, if ya really want us to be lookin' like a goddamn lovin' couple out there, at least we should have each other's names, don'tcha think that?"
She reflected on his words a minute. "Okay. I'm Mia."
He had to chuckle at the coincidence. Mia from Miami.
"Creed, Victor Creed." they nodded at each other.
"So...Mia, how do you wanna spend the day?"
"Doin' all the things a loving couple does on it." she shrugged. "yer a lot older than me, I'm sure you know about all that stuff better than me."
Creed mentally snorted at her words. His experiences with frails? Let's just not go there.
"So, what are we doin' here now? c'mon let's go." she tried to get up but he caught her wrist again.
"What's the hurry, darlin'?" he smirked evilly. "finish your glass first, I want ya a little bit..frisky all day." His eyes had a mysterious glint. Victor Sabertooth Creed has alotta plans for this new kitten and he's gonna enjoy every damn second out of her.
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Creed as your one day boyfriend, just imagine...
