He shook his head and stopped wondering about her as he saw the sign that made his day. He drove all night to get to this point, a familiar sign that'd lead him to one of his homes.
He pulled to the side covered in dirt and shrubs, and got a pack of cigarettes out the back seat. He got out of the car and looked behind him to see the spirit phase through the back seat and float near him.
"Goin' ta get somethin' in the cabin," the spirit asked him, not really surprised. How'd she know one of his cabins was up ahead? Didn't matter, he'd get his stuff and that meant more access to people that dealt with situations like this. "Yup," he lit his cigarette and peaked at the spirit out of the corner of his eye, "Ya wanna smoke before I actually get goin'," he didn't have to ask a second time before the familiar darkness consumed him.
* * *
*What now this time,* he thought to himself as he saw her reflection in the mirror, she was much younger in this one -- she looked like she graduated high school. She wore only a loose shirt and -- if he looked carefully - a bikini top beneath it.
This piqued his interest, finally something worth watching. He saw her giggle as she tried to make her cleavage more noticeable.
"I hope Wolvie notices me," she gave a wink and blew a kiss to the reflection.
* * *
He came back to reality in a bad mood. He felt the cigarette still in his hands as he smoked the rest of the contents and quickened his pace away from her.
"Wait up 'Tooth, what'd see this time," by her tone she knew what happened.
"What d'ya see in the runt, kid," he asked bluntly. He didn't want to sound angry, he just wanted to know why. Since the runts been with the X-men he had all these women flaunt to him: Kitty, Yukio, Mariko, Silver Fox, Viper, Amiko, Jean...The list can go on and on.
The kid was just one of those woman on the list that got the runts affection. Not that he mind much, they made excellent targets to get back at the runt. Thinking about it though that's what got him to the situation at hand on the first place.
He turned around when his question wasn't answered and saw the sullen form of the ghost.
"I saved the 'runt' when he was in a bind, from then on we'd been close," he knew she was giving him the watered down truth.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah savin' someone doesn't mean ya like 'em, kid," he replied back, "usually he'd want somethin' from ya and I'm guessin' he wanted somethin' from ya." He knew at anytime that if he'd push the wrong buttons -- he'd be in a world of unpleasantness, but he'd risk it.
"Maybe 'Tooth maybe," he heard her sigh out, "but he taught me more than I could give back, he saved me more than I can save him, he's been more of a friend to me than anyone I ever knew."
He started to get aggravated, the runt had no flaws in her eyes, but he knew the runt for what he really was, "It looked like he didn't teach ya ta defend yerself better, or else ya wouldn't be dead, now what sorta 'friend' is that." He spat out through grit teeth.
He knew he pushed it, but he didn't care.
He saw her shrug and float close to him, then right past him, "He didn't save me, big whoop 'Tooth, he still be the best bud that a girl can ever have."
He slouched as he snarled. He ran past the apparition towards his cabin. Blinded by rage, the first thing he saw he tore it a new hole. He slashed downward as the tree in front of him easily got off it's hinges and crashed towards the earth.
"Geeze 'Tooth, what did that tree do ta ya, give ya a splinter," he huffed at her comment and walked into the shadows of the forest.
+ + +
An hour passed since the incident with the tree. He walked alone in the woods. He looked behind him a couple of times, the kid was still behind him -- just not as close as usual.
He despised the runt more than he ever had before. Every couple of minutes, he snarled in contempt as thoughts of the runt came in his mind.
He didn't deserve those women, he didn't deserve their pity, respect or love. The last word in his mind made him swipe at a young tree. He kept walking as he heard the tree squeak in agony then finally falling.
He was just glad that his cabin was a little ways off. That's when he smelled it, burning wood. He sprinted full speed towards the scent.
He knew what happened before he got out of the brush. The black sky gazed down in anger at the towering inferno. He sniffed the air, nothing smelled familiar.
He saw the kid come out of the bush a little shocked, "Guess it's back to the drawin--" her sentence cut short by a gasp and her eyes big and round.
He quickly turned in the direction of her gaze. Out of the fire stood a figure with three claws on each hand extended out. The figure started to walk towards him, the shadows of the fire gave covered his face.
Finally this is what he wanted, something he liked to do -- and by the deal he made with the kid -- all legal too, "C'mon runt, I ain't got all day," he popped out his claws, which were twitching in anticipation.
The form sauntered closer to him, as the runts form became clearer. The runt's face made Creed cool demeanor falter a little.
The runt's eyes were filled with rage and hate. The runt's mouth foamed and drooled. Creed then heard the most feral yowl he ever heard.
Sabretooth took a sniff in the air and smelled the blood of humans and animals around Wolverine. He knew that Wolverine lost it -- the humanity that kept him from being feral.