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Victor Creed slowly awoke to the sound of running water. He cracked one eye open and then the other and was curious at what he found. He was propped up against a pale pink wall in a sitting position, with his legs straight out in front of him. A woman was kneeling next to him with a wet cloth gently wiping at the blood on his left arm. She seemed to notice he was awake, because she looked up and caught his gaze. Her gold eyes surprised him for a moment and he naturally cocked an eyebrow at her ministrations. Her smile spread some illumination. Two white fangs peeked out from her lips, further increasing his curiosity. He watched as she slowly washed her way up his arm until she reached his chest. He grabbed her wrist and smirked at her startled expression. Pulling her close to him, he pressed his lips hard against hers. Victor felt a sharp pain shoot across his whole body that never seemed to stop. He waited until the pain was unbearable before he threw her from his grasp. He gasped and clutched at his stomach that was still trying to heal.

"I am willing to take care of your needs, but I will not hesitate to blast you as far as Florida if you so much as touch me in an innapropriate manner." Her hardened voice snapped Victor's attention away from his pain. The red headed woman with golden eyes smirked as he growled at her.

"I don't take orders from frails." He said low pitched, his eyes narrowed and he glared at her.

"Well then you're just going to have to suffer then now aren't you." Even though her voice was lower this time, it was still laced with ice. The mysterious woman in front of him was not amused. "Now, what is your name stranger?"

"Sabretooth." Was all he offered, he was peeved that a frail would even think of ordering him around. He would not be denied what he wanted.

"Very well then Mr. Sabretooth, I must take care of some chores. Feel free to shower, and please, do." With that the curvy yet cold woman stood up and left the room. Victor grumbled an obscenity but closed the door and shed his clothes, very willing to take the offered shower.

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Half an hour later Victor emerged from the shower feeling fresh and clean. Glad to be rid of the blood he smiled wide. Wrapping himself in the towel that sat on the toilet, he wondered where his clothes were. He assumed the stubborn red head had taken them while he was in the shower. Grumbling, he dried himself off as best he could and left the bathroom with the towel around his waist. The room connecting to the bathroom appeared to be her bedroom. It was a sparsely decorated room; a single painting in the room, with light blue curtains hanging on a very large window that looked to be taller than Victor's six foot six. A small bed sat across the room from him, it's light blue covers pulled tight. Victor cocked an eyebrow. Strange woman, colder than ice.

Victor's senses went on the alert at the sound of footsteps nearing. He calmed down as he recognized them as belonging to the stubborn frail. A flicker of surprise crossed her face as she entered the room and saw Victor standing there, but it was quickly gone, leaving him to wonder if he imagined it.

"I brought your clothes back, freshly washed and clear of blood." She said, handing him his clothes back. He nearly dropped the towel right there just to see the expression on her face, but he refrained from doing so if only to avoid that unfamiliar burning sensation. He chose instead to head back to the bathroom to get dressed. Once fully dressed he entered the small bedroom again. The frail was sitting on a chair that was next to the window, gazing out over the snowy trees.

"I realize I did not tell you my name, it is Dezra." She didn't even turn to look at him when she said it. Victor walked over to the window, not close enough to alarm her, but enough so he could see what she was looking at. Seeing the clearing with red coating the snow, he wondered at the woman who sat before him. The clearing had to be at least five hundred feet from her house, and she didn't appear to have much strength in her physically. He took a closer look at her however, she had surprised him before and he didn't plan on being surprised again. Her deceptively curvy figure hid a delightful amount of taut muscle. He realized that she was just as tense in his presence as he was in hers. He glanced back at the clearing he had fought the Wolverine in and wondered if she had dragged him the entire distance.

"I carried you here myself. I'm stronger than I appear." He carefully concealed his expression. He observed her in silence as she rose from her seat. His blue eyes followed her, admiring her slim waist yet rounded hips. "Mr. Sabretooth, I am not a woman who appreciates being ogled. Keep your eyes in your skull please."

"I don't take orders well frail." The few words veiled a threat that was as dangerous as the man who backed them up.

"You will get used to it, I'm sure." He snarled before stepping up to her side. She merely held out a hand and he paused. He was not stopped by any force of her will, no he saw the three inch claws that curled from her finger tips and froze.

"Hot damn woman, what the hell kinda animal are you supposed to be?" His question held a note that said it was rhetorical, but she answered nonetheless.

"I am one of a kind Mr. Sabretooth. I am not fashioned over any natural animal." Her gold eyes expressed her imagined superiority.

"Then we got something in common then, 'cause there ain't no sabretooth tiger alive 'cept for me." Victor watched in amusement as her facade cracked briefly, showing a soft, worried woman underneath. He reached out a hand in a non-threatening fashion and brushed a strand of her red hair out of her face.

"Don't touch me." She stepped back and opened the door to leave. "You may feel free to wander the house and the grounds. If a door is locked, please leave it that way. I am not your keeper Mr. Sabretooth, so do what you will and leave when you want, but do not provoke me, my temper is notoriously short."

She left the room without any further words, leaving Victor feel eerily similar to a chastised child.