Victor stopped outside of her cage, black eyes assessing.
"An X-men."
She ignored him, staring straight ahead, unmoved.
"She'll be free of the cage soon enough," Sebastian Shaw said, rapping the bars of the enclosure.
"When."
"She'll be at the club this evening," he replied, checking his watch.
Victor looked her over, knees brought up to her chest, arms locked around her legs. He could smell her fear, it spiced the air. Shaw continued, farther down the row of cages. Victor remained, whistling low, finally drawing her attention, "I'll see you."
Her diamond eyes narrowed, mouth flattened to a thin line. She offered no reply.
It was a few hours later, he was nursing a drink, watching the stage, as a doe eyed blonde showed her ample cleavage. Shaw had finished delivering the latest job and the promise of cash, Victor knew he should start his hunt. He polished off his whiskey, setting the glass aside, eyes drifting over the smoky club one more time. She stopped him dead in his slow surveillance, he felt his body come to careful attention. Freed from her cage and dressed in sleek black silk. Her dark hair was lush, curls roped over both shoulders, her mouth slick with lip stick.
"Jesus-"
She was more than worth his wait.
He waited for her to meet his gaze, eyes widening at the sight of him. He lifted his emptied drink, beckoning her closer. When she hesitated one of Shaw's men appeared at her elbow, hissing, forcing her forward. She neared his table, breaking free of the crowd to reveal black thigh hugging boots. He looked her over carefully, gaze stuck on the peaks of her breasts, tenting the silken fabric of her dress.
"You've grown up, little kitten."
She collected his glass, wrist dark with bruises. When she made to skirt past him he palmed her hip, claws pricking her skin, "I'm talking to you."
"I'm not interested," she returned savagely.
He smirked, "You think I'm asking."
"Take your hands off of me."
"You won't last long with that mouth," he shook his head.
" I shouldn't be here at all," she replied, diamond eyes leveled to glare.
"Remind me," he said, forcing her a step closer. "What makes you a monster."
Her eyes narrowed, "My mutation doesn't make-"
"Save it," he cut her off, disinterested in semantics.
"I can phase," she replied, expression resigned. "Become intangible."
"I thought so," he said, leaning back, brow furrowed. "Then how'd Shaw pick you up."
"Ask him yourself."
He grabbed her by the neck, claws pricking sensitive skin, "I'm asking you."
"Creed."
Shaw was standing close by, cigar suspended from his mouth.
"Can I offer you a room."
Kitty's eyes widened, fearful.
Victor shook his head, grip lessening, "Not tonight."
"Busy," Shaw asked, brow lifted, interested piqued.
"Got a meeting with LeBeau," he said. "I've been putting him off too long as it is."
He released her and she immediately fell back a step, almost out of reach. Victor watched her slow retreat, smirking.
"Another time," Shaw returned, smoke leaking from the side of his mouth. Kitty disappeared behind the bar, out of sight.