AN: Get ready for a more violent and possessive Victor Creed!
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She had been eyeing Stryker for a while from her seat on the other lab table. Slowly swinging her legs back and forward under the table. He was nervous under her intense glare. Not that she gave a damn. The more uncomfortable that scumbag felt, the better.

Cruelty wasn't usually her state of mind, but this man… brought out the worst in her.

Creed was there too. Eyeing her, eyeing Stryker. And growing more curious about the past between the feral woman and the scumbag scientist.

Suddenly she swung her legs off the table and strolled over to where Stryker was investigating the Wolverine.

"I knew it was you" she hissed through clenched teeth from the other side of the lab table.

The man looked up quite nervously "What are you referring to Amy?"

"Don't call me that you lowlife piece of shit!" she sneered silently, hoping no one would hear or find out about the relationship between them.

"I knew it was you who sold me out. You are just so weak, it's pathetic"

"Amy… I mean Ylva… Please, you have to understand; they threatened to kill me if I couldn't fix this. Otherwise I would have never told them about you"

"So? You should've had the decency to keep your mouth shut and just get yourself killed already! You owe me that much Stryker, and you know it. But you're nothing but a coward in desperate need to grow a pair. Always have been, always will be"

"I, I, I… was… scared" he stammered.

She leaned forward over the table, whispering slowly into his ear.

"Obviously not scared enough. But you will be. Because I promise you this: when all of this is over, I'm coming for you" she threatened him as she stared into his fearful eyes "I'll give you a head start because you are so blatantly inferior to me, but I will come for you. Not for any of them, I don't care about this Brotherhood bullshit or the fact that they took me. You however… you're gonna pay for what you did. To me and Jason. You're gonna pay in blood you filthy traitor"

Creed raised his eyebrows in surprise and smirked. Thanks to his feral hearing, he had overheard the entire conversation but didn't quite know what to think of it. Maybe there was more fire inside this little wolf than he thought. Perhaps she just chose her battles carefully.

Stryker inhaled sharply and looked her in the eyes before asking the dumbest question in his life;

"Yes… How is Jason by the way?" he asked with a slight grin.

Dumbest question possible.

Instantly her canines and nails were out as she jerked him over the table and growled in his face "Shut your whore mouth you filthy dog! You're not worthy enough to say his name you disgusting son of a…"

Before she could even finish her sentence, Creed was next to her, grabbing her arm roughly and forcing her to let go of Stryker. He watched her venomous anger with fascination.

"Let him go little wolf. I still have some use for him" he ordered her humorously.

She was still staring into Stryker's eyes with blazing fire but she quickly let go. The old man stumbled back as he tried to catch his breath.

Creed stared at her while she tried to control her anger. He thought he had a pretty good idea about what went on between these two. Only certain people could get under your skin like this.

"He ready?" Creed asked as he changed his gaze to Stryker.

"Yes sir" Stryker stuttered.

"Time to give it your best shot little wolf. Brain damage first"

She tore away her gaze from Stryker and fixated it on the sick man in front of her. She took in a deep breath and tried to relax, pushing all bad memories of Stryker and his mutant hating activities to the background. For now all that mattered was the dying man in front of her. He needed her help and she needed to help him if she ever wanted to see Jason again.

She took place next to the Wolverine's head. Her hands moved over his face and she softly placed them around his forehead, closing her eyes and focusing on the energy inside it. Bright lights seemed to leave her hands, forming a perfect circle around them and then flowing into his head. In no time it seemed to glow all around them but for her it was very painful. At first it just stung a little but after a few seconds, it hurt like hell. The pain was very visible on her face, she gasped and screeched in pain. Her head felt like it was on fire and soon she couldn't take any more damage. She really gave it her all, took as much as she could.

She had to let go and stumbled backwards only to be caught by two massive arms instead of the harsh floor that she expected.

He had to admit: he was impressed. It was quick and clean, except for her of course. But still: no brains splattered over the floor, no puking, no internal organs bursting out, nothing. Just a few streams of blood from her ears. She looked absolutely shattered as he gently placed her on the other lab table. She looked even more vulnerable and for some reason he didn't really like to see her like this. Didn't want to see her hurt, bleeding and weak. Must be this stupid inner wolf thing wanting to mate with her, wanting her safe, wanting to care for her. Fucking bullshit.

"Brain and memory have been restored sir" Stryker said after checking the scans.

Victor nodded "Good" he mumbled as he looked over at the little feral woman lying on the table.

"What do we do with her?" Mystique asked.

"Leave her here till she wakes, I don't care" Creed sneered, annoyed by the concern in Mystique's voice.

"Boss, maybe we could make up a room for her with a bed. She will rest and heal a lot faster that way"

Victor rolled his eyes. Agitated with everyone telling him what to do, angry with himself for wanting to find her a bed and take care of her.

"Fuck off shifter" he snapped.

"C'mon boss"

He growled in the blue woman's face "I SAID: I don't give a shit! Besides, she's got a room, downstairs in the basement!"

Mystique knitted her invisible brows together, used to her boss' mood swings and therefore not very impressed.

"You want to take her back to the that cell?" she asked in astonishment.

"She is not a fucking guest here blue butt!" Victor barked as he gathered the feral woman in his arms and walked towards the doors to the basement. "You've already shown her around as if she's the newest fucking Brotherhood member. Well, she's not! I'm putting her back in her cage, where she belongs"

"At least leave the door open. It's not like she can escape"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do" he said as he kicked open the doors and made his way to the basement.

It seemed his employees needed a little lesson in who was boss around here. Fucking telling him what to do. He could do whatever he damned well pleased with this little wolf. HIS little wolf. She was nothing more than his possession. A tool to use as he saw fit. And if he wanted her to sleep in a cell like an obedient little dog, then she'd sleep in a fucking cell.

He entered the small room, walked over to the cot and very ungentlemanly; dropped her on it. Looking her over, he sighed. Fine, he'd leave the fucking door open. That way she could find her way to the toilet or kitchen when necessary.

Right before he wanted to leave the cell, he decided to quickly check her condition. He kneeled down and slowly moved her head around to check for any lasting injuries. Well, her ears had stopped bleeding, her face wasn't as red anymore and she was sounds asleep. When he felt the backside of her head, he found three little bullets. Holding them up against the light, he found they were adamantium.

Damn. She had literally taken in the adamantium bullets, absorbed them, then her body rejected them and she had healed completely.

Fascinating, he decided.

He gently put her head back on the cot and left the cell. She'd be fine. Not that he gave a shit. Just as long as she was healthy enough to absorb more damage. That was all he cared about. His brother. Not this little bitch he captured. She was a disposable frail like all the others. Okay fine, maybe not like all the others but still inferior to him in every way. No matter how good she smelled.


"How you feeling?"

It was Mystique, she was leaning against the frame of the cell door and waited for Ylva to wake up.

"Uhm… I… okay I guess" she managed to answer as she sleepily pushed herself up on her elbows.

"You know, I told the boss we should give you a nice room, make you a bed to rest but… he's been a little edgy since you've arrived. Don't know what's wrong with him" the blue mutant explained ironically "So he wouldn't have any of it and dropped you here. Not very gentlemanly of him if you ask me"

Ylva laughed softly "Thank you, that's really kind of you Mystique. Can I call you Mystique by the way?"

"Well, what else should you call me?"

"Dunno, thought maybe you had a last name and I shouldn't be so familiar with you. Thought maybe you'd think me rude"

"Mystique is appreciated" she answered "Here, drink this. And don't worry, it's just water"

She handed her the bottle and Ylva downed in all at once.

"Thanks" Ylva replied "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away"

"What are your abilities?"

"I'm a shape shifter. I can imitate anyone. Even the voice"

"Wow" Ylva gasped in amazement "That's… amazing! Can you show me?!"

Mystique chuckled softly, amused by her enthusiasm. "Sure" she said as she changed into Toad and then Quicksilver.

"I'm sure you remember these two?" Mystique said snickering, sounding exactly as Quicksilver did.

Ylva's eyes widened some more when Mystique flawlessly changed into Victor and a few seconds later she was staring at the exact image of herself.

She jumped up and walked over to… herself/Mystique.

"This is so cool!" she gasped as she slowly touched her face. "No one would ever be able to tell the difference!"

Mystique changed back into her original blue form "Boss always knows. He can smell it"

"Whatever" Ylva waved her objections away "Your ability is the coolest I've ever seen"

"Except for the blue skin" Mystique replied most seriously.

"I like your blue skin. Sets you apart from others who are common, normal, boring"

The shape shifter showed a slight smile "C'mon, I'll introduce you to some people. Some are literally dying to meet you"


There was a common room where Mystique introduced her properly to everyone, even though they had already seen her yesterday before Victor send/scared them away. They were surprisingly friendly to her, some a little too friendly like Avalanche. And some shook her hand and quickly left, like Quicksilver. Who literally left extremely quick.

Ylva was quiet and just listened to the conversations around. The fact that she only just met these people made her shy. Also, she was an outcast, not one of them. They didn't share anything except for the X-gene.

"You know… I could fix that for you if you like" she said to Toad after inspecting the scratches on his face.

"Nah don't bother" he thanked her "Boss won't like it if you do that"

"C'mon, you will be scarred for life if I don't. He won't even notice, it will only take me two seconds or so"

Toad hesitantly moved closer and looked over his shoulder but it didn't seem Creed was paying attention to them.

"Okay quickly then" he agreed.

She shifted closer to him, putting her warm hands around his face and closing her eyes to focus. Within two seconds the scratches on Toad's face disappeared. Ylva groaned in pain when the deep scratches spread on her face and instantly healed.

"Shit wolf-girl! Are you okay?" Toad asked in concern as he grabbed her arms to hold her steady.

"Yeah don't worry about it. Oh, look!" she said as she touched his face gently "You look normal again!"

She was smiling brightly, very content with her work and no longer feeling so guilty about putting the scratches there in the first place.

He smiled back at her "Well, as normal as I'll ever be anyway. Thanks miss"

"Call me Ylva please" she giggled at his comment about normality. Genuinely smiling and feeling good for the first time in days.

But Creed had witnessed it all and was far from pleased. He growled internally as she put his hands on Toad's face. Choked up when he saw the scratches appear on her face and he almost snapped when Toad took hold of her arms. It was the first time he saw an actual smile on that perfect face and it was Toad's doing... And now his hands around her arms, her hand against his face, her smile… It was too fucking much. The bitch wasn't here to have the time of her life.

He narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth and growled madly.

Within seconds he was behind her, grabbing her arms and hissing in her ear;

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

She half turned her face, her features showing confusion and anxiety.

"Mister Creed… I was just healing Toad's scratches…"

He pulled her arms roughly, dragging her over the couch and towards the door. The other mutants were staring as he dragged her out of the common room. Mystique was the only one who wasn't surprised. She knew Victor well and his temper when he was jealous.

"Oaw!"

He ignored her signs of pain as he continued to drag her through the hallway up to his office.

"Let go of my arm! You are hurting me!"

"Yeah, I give a damn" he growled as he opened the door to his office and shoved her against the wall.

He turned her around so her face was facing the wall and twisted her arm violently.

"What did you think you were doing back there little wolf?!" he questioned her angrily as he pushed his full body weight against her back.

"I told you! I was just healing Toad!"

"Now why the fuck would you do something like that?"

"Oaw! Let go of my arm!"

"I asked you a question bitch. WHY WERE YOU HEALING FROG FACE?!"

"Because I scratched him and if I don't heal him, he will be scarred for life"

"Ah yes" he spat sarcastically "You and your fucking bleeding heart. Always willing to help, aren't you? It's fucking pathetic!"

He let go of her twisted arm and rammed his fist in the wall next to her head. She jumped in fear and yelped, pressing her body further into the wall, wishing she could phase through it. Her front was still pressed against the wall. And with his massive body behind her, pinning her, she had nowhere to go.

"Now you listen and listen carefully little wolf: you are here… to heal Jimmy and no one else. Got that? Any energy you have, you spend on him and him alone! You think you can walk in here and wrap everyone around that cute little finger of yours? With your big bright blue eyes and your shiny long hair? Well you are wrong and…"

"Stop it!" she yelled as she struggled to turn around and face him, not one bit intimidated by the closeness of his face and the anger blazing in his dark gray eyes.

"You are not my boss! I am not in your stupid Brotherhood and I am most definitely not your bloody possession!"

He instantly reached for her throat and slammed her back against the wall, holding her up there and pressing himself against her. She gasped for air and tried to claw at his strong hand.

"My possession… is exactly what you are!" he sneered at her.

His other hand slowly started roaming her body as he grinned wickedly, her arms, her breasts, down her stomach and over her hips. One of his legs was between her thighs, holding her up against the wall. She could feel how hard he was as he pressed against her and immediately her fear was back. He grinned at the smell of it. It really was addictive to smell her.

And to feel her.

"So keep talking like that little wolf, and I'll throw you over that desk and screw you" he hissed as he let go of her throat.

She didn't say anything, just stared at him with big eyes. Those big blue deer eyes… Fucking bitch.

"Got anything else to say little wolf?" he dared her. Hoping she'd have to guts to stand up to him again. Just to give him the reason to do what he wanted to. And it'd be her own dumbass fault that he lost control on her.

She took a deep breath, calmed herself down and locked her eyes with his.

"Sir, all I did was heal someone that I hurt. Why is that so wrong? I am here against my will. I help you the best I can and still you insist on insulting me, hurting me and violating me. I do not deserve that so… Why?"

He smirked down at her, slightly disappointed that she wouldn't play his game. He leaned into her and whispered dangerously;

"Because no matter what you think, I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. You are my possession little wolf"

"I'm not ya know" she whispered with her head down.

He growled internally and pressured her throat some more "Do yourself a big fucking favor and stop talking back"

Her eyes shot up and she eyed him fearfully. Now this was the way he liked it. She was scared as she should be. Not talking back like some mouthy cunt. He smirked as he pressed himself tightly against her, his right hand slowly stroking her hair, down her neck and shoulder. Breathing heavily down her face and getting more aroused by the second. God he wanted to fuck this little bitch.

He slowly licked his lips and deeply inhaled her scent once more.

"You're really beautiful you know that?"

She blinked.

What the hell?

She frowned in confusion and felt her cheeks flush. What did he just say?

He cocked his brow "Something wrong with your manners? Aren't you gonna say 'thank you mister Creed'?"

"Uhm… thank you… mister Creed" she stammered slowly.

"Yeah" he mused as his hand continually stroke her face and hair "You're really beautiful and you smell fucking good. Not like anything I've ever smelled before little wolf"

He brought his face down and pressed it against hers. She inhaled his scent and for a moment she wondered what it'd be like to…

No!

His mutton chops were tickling her cheeks as he whispered dangerously into her ear;

"And the only thing stopping me from fucking your brains out, is the fact that I need you healthy and alive for my brother. All the other dolls, they always ended up broken after I was done playing with 'em. Which makes me wonder: how long do you think you'd last hm?"

Her eyes widened in shock and she gasped for air at his threat.

He eyed her terrified face, the way het breath was stuck somewhere in her throat. And he loved every second of it.

"I think" he tauntingly continued "You'd last a lot longer than the others… I think you and I can play for at least a week before you beg me to kill you. Don't you think? I mean, you'd be bleeding from every body hole possible but still… you'd live"

She eyed his lips in terror. And this time she was definitely not wondering what it'd be like to touch those lips with her own.

"So I wouldn't taunt me if I were you little wolf" he continued his threats "Because next time you think it's wise to stand up to me and talk back, I might wanna test that theory"

She shifted her gaze and looked away, too scared to say anything back.

"From now on, you're going to be an obedient little wolf, got that?" he hissed violently.

"Yes sir" she murmured as she reminded herself that she wanted to see Jason again.

"Good" he sneered as he slowly let go of her throat and took a step back "Now grab me a beer and make us some pizza"

Her eyes shot up to meet his.

"Us?" she asked unsure of what she just heard.

"Yes us, did you not hear me?"

"No I heard you!" she assured him "Be right back"


They sat quietly together, each on their own end of the big sofa in his office, eating their pizza. He continually eyed her up and down as she tried hard to avoid his gaze and eat without feeling uncomfortable.

"I may have come on a bit strong earlier" he suddenly broke the silence as he finished the pizza "I'm just trying to look out for you really"

Shit… this guy truly suffered from severe mood swings. A bit strong? Seriously?! He pretty much threatened to rape her in every way possible and then kill her. He also hurt her psychically. That's what he called 'coming on a bit strong?'

"Sorry?" she asked in confusion.

What was he talking about and how on earth was he trying to look out for her? So far he was the only person here who had manhandled her like crazy.

"You shouldn't be so familiar with people little wolf. Especially not with Earth-quake-boy and Frog Face"

Creed obviously didn't lack imagination when he had to think of degrading nicknames for his 'minions'. She figured he was talking about Avalanche and Toad.

"Well, I didn't know I was doing something wrong. So… sorry" she mumbled apologetically.

He just eyed her again and smirked "You slept a long time last night… almost eighteen hours"

"I was tired" she simply stated.

"No wonder… after our little adventure in the woods and then that voodoo shit you did on my brother. I'm not surprised"

Where the hell was he going with this? Or was it just small talk?

"Should I… sleep less?" she hesitantly asked him.

He grinned widely and leaned back onto the sofa "No little wolf, sleep all you like"

She reached for the bottle of water on the table. Every minute this conversation lasted, she felt more awkward… Why was she even here? Why were they having 'dinner' together? And why on earth was he making small talk with her?

"He's your father isn't he?" Creed suddenly broke the silence.

She didn't answer instantly even though she knew perfectly well to whom he was referring: Stryker.

"Yes" she finally whispered as she looked away. Ashamed to admit where she came from.

"Yeah I thought so. Only your own blood can get under your skin like that" Creed mused as he thought of Jimmy "Ironic isn't it: I used to work for your father… and now he works for me… and so do you..." he chuckled as he took another gulp of beer.

She raised her brows, looking at him in amusement "Yeah… ironic is exactly what I would call it" she said as she rolled her eyes and laughed a little at him.

It pierced right through him when she laughed. Her already bright eyes lit up even more and she seemed relaxed around him for the first time. She even smelled less tense. He didn't want her to relax. He wanted her on the edge. Scared and obedient like a good little bitch. And he hated the fact that something buried deep inside him, enjoyed her casually lounging around him, eating with him.

Unfamiliar and uncomfortable was what it was.

"Get up. I think Jimmy could do with another dose of your healing mumbo jumbo"


After this chapter, I'm putting this story on M rating. So if you don't have an account or haven't put the story on follow: search for it under rated M, cuz that doesnt show on default.