AN: This chapter has also been rewritten :-D Adding a Victor POV at the end.
It isn't very exciting (at first), but it does hold information which will be important to the story.
Chapter 2: Little prey (REWRITTEN)
Shit.
Shit.
Shit!
FUCK!
Where the hell did those two even come from? And why were they after her? She had to get Jason out of here as soon as possible.
Two unknown mutants had knocked on her door, introduced themselves and asked her sort of politely to come with them. They wouldn't say what for, but she smelled it on them instantly: male and feral mutant.
The two men weren't feral themselves but they carried a faint scent of someone feral, and male, around them.
So there was no chance in hell that she'd come with those two. Though they made it very clear that she couldn't refuse them.
Once she asked who the feral was they worked for, they fessed up. The name which came over their lips however, was the last one in the world she wanted to hear.
Victor Creed.
A.k.a. Sabretooth, a.k.a. The Butcher.
Though everyone knew that you better not call him any of that to his face. Leader of the Brotherhood ever since he finished off the original leader, Magneto, Creed was an infamous and cold blooded murderer. Feral and class 5. The worst of his kind, she was sure about that. If there ever would be a 'Feral school for girls' there would definitely be a class named 'Avoiding the Sabretooth 101'.
Every feral mutant in the world knew it was best to avoid other feral mutants. But most of all you avoided the Sabretooth if you wanted to live. Feral mutants were naturally possessive, short tempered and blood thirsty with very little interest in keeping their blood lust in check. It was different for the females, but the question was how many of those remained.
How the fuck did Creed find out about her?
She had bolted instantly and ran from the men at her door, but one of them was literally fast as lightning. That little fucker. So she fought them and put up a good fight. Better than those two ever would, that was for sure. After more beatings than she thought they could take, they finally fell behind and she could escape them. They were obviously not class 5 mutants like she was. Beating them up had simply been a little too easy even though they outnumbered her.
Now, getting Jason to a safe place was her first priority. And there was no other choice but to put him back on his medication and bring him to the sanitarium for a little while. It was a safe haven where he sometimes had to go when she wasn't at home to take care of him. Around her, he was calm and he wouldn't use his powers. Because she was immune. But around other people, he had to be on his meds.
"I'm so sorry Jason" she said with tear filled eyes as she stroke his cheek gently "It's my fault. We should've stayed hidden".
He was so far gone, he didn't say anything back. He just sat in his wheelchair as the nurse waited for them to say goodbye. He didn't even look his sister in the eyes. Just stared right into the unknown.
"It's only for a little while. I will be back, okay? I will take care of you, don't be upset. As soon as I'm back everything will be okay again, I swear".
She hugged him carefully one more time. Physically he was very fragile. Mentally he was hardly present due to the meds.
"When will you be back miss Aleksandrov?" the nurse asked quietly.
"I'm not sure Jane" she sighed "I gotta deal with a few things. Lay low for a while. I can't take him with me this time".
The nurse nodded.
She understood.
This time Jason's sister didn't know yet if she'd be back at all.
"We will take good care of him until you're back miss".
Ylva knew this was true. Jason had been here a few times. Always temporarily though. They knew all the medication. They would take him outside, they would treat him gently and not shun him for being a mutant or hard to handle. Besides, his mutation wasn't even noticeable when he was out of his head on medication, except for his eyes which were two different colors. One green and one bright blue.
She smiled one last time at the nurse and kissed Jason's head.
"See you soon big brother, very soon, I promise".
I shouldn't make promises I can't keep.
But if Jason could hear her, she needed him to believe her. To believe she'd come back for him when everything was safe again.
He leaned back in his office chair and looked over at Toad and Quicksilver. He couldn't help but laugh at them as he slowly shook his head. Toad had some very serious wounds in the middle of his face. Three perfectly deep red scratches. They would make hideous scars. And Quicksilver, well, you hardly recognized him with those black eyes and bruises that indicated one very serious choke hold after which he had passed out.
"Sorry boss, she was fucking-"
"Are you sure you sought out the right frail?" he interrupted them cynically as he arched a brow.
He still couldn't believe a fucking woman did this to two of his best men.
"Yes sir. Ylva Aleksandrov. She lives in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of New York".
Victor looked his two lackeys over once more. This had to be a fucking joke. They were roughed up pretty good. This little wolf had claws. Big ones.
"You two are fucking useless".
"But boss, she runs on all fours like a fucking ani-".
Quicksilver instantly elbowed Toad so he'd shut the hell up.
Victor narrowed his dark eyes "A what Toad? An animal?".
"I just mean, she's very fast boss. Very strong. We chased her for at least an hour".
He growled, agitated with his little worker bees. This was supposed to be an easy job. What the hell did he pay them for if they couldn't even capture some frail? It had been two against one for crying out loud.
"Well" Victor sighed as he slowly stretched his back before cracking his neck "It seems I will go and get her myself then".
"I'll prepare the jet sir" Toad said in an attempt to suck up to his boss.
"Don't bother. I run on all fours like an animal remember? I'll be there in no time".
"But how will you get her back here?".
He grinned at Toad "Good point Frog Face. Prepare the jet. Let's see what happens when this little bitch faces a real Alpha".
Where would she go? She couldn't go back to the apartment, it wouldn't be safe. But she didn't bring anything. No clothes, no food, no money, nothing.
Then again, she didn't need any of that stuff if she was to fight off Victor Creed.
She carried the most important thing for this job on her body. The knife.
Safely tucked inside her right boot.
The knife which she stole so many years ago from that man in the club. He was a feral mutant and a decent man to be honest. For as far as you could say that about ferals. He seemed pained though, and his claws were made out of some weird ass stainless steel.
Screwing over such a decent man, she almost felt guilty back then.
Almost.
But it had to be done, so she seduced him. It didn't even take that much effort to charm him. He thought he was going to have the time of life. But just as he was about to plunge himself inside of her, she shot him straight through the head.
Didn't kill him of course, she wouldn't want to kill him anyway. But it knocked him right out, for at least a few minutes. He didn't need the blade being a male feral. But she needed it to stay alive.
And so she took his knife. Tested it on him to see if it the legend was true. She made some small cuts in the shape of a heart on his chest. She found it quite ironic at the time. Imagine the look on his face when he'd wake up.
And it worked, his healing factor seemed useless against the injuries, so the rumors were true. One does not simply heal from the Musarama blade. Why on earth this good looking feral man had melted it down to a knife-sized blade, she would never know. But it turned out to be quite the advantage. She could now carry it around without anyone knowing. The knife had tasted a lot of feral blood already.
And tonight it would dine on Victor Creed.
She wasn't as strong as him, not as fast as him either. But if she could just get to him with the knife, she would be rid of him for sure. Just like all the other little feral punks she had fought off over the years.
Never killed them though. She simply couldn't. But she had wounded them enough to get away every single time.
But of course, they were not Victor Creed. They weren't class 5 and they weren't over 200 years old with a lot of military training.
Maybe this time she had no choice. Maybe she had to go for the kill no matter how much it would pain her. She tried to focus on what was at stake here: he was a bad man. He was evil, way too strong and it would be self-defense.
"He's evil, way too strong for me and it will be self-defense" she murmured while she replayed those words over and over again in her head as she walked into the New York State Theater.
"Good evening Lex, have you seen Rodriquez by any chance?" she asked the night guard.
"No miss, everyone's already gone. Did you forget something?".
"No, I just" she wasn't sure what to tell him at this point "I have an urgent message for him. I have a family emergency so I'll need to take a leave of absence for an unknown amount of time. I'll leave him a message in his office and on his answering machine".
"Ok miss, go ahead" the guard answered as he opened up the doors to the northern part of the theater building where all the offices were stationed.
Message? What message was she going leave him and how? She didn't even have her bloody phone on her.
A quick note would have to do.
Dear R,
That thing we spoke about years ago happened. I need to take a leave of absence and don't know when/if I'll be back. Tell my students it's a family emergency. Don't look for me. Be safe.
Y.
That would have to do. The less he knew, the safer he was. The safer they all were.
She had told her conductor years ago about her mutation. Of course if you weren't blind and had half a brain, it was rather obvious. The little canines when she opened her mouth, the fingernails which were always a little too long for a pianist. Her bright blue eyes. Brighter than anything beyond normal.
And she told him about Stryker and her fear that one day her past would come back to haunt her. That the mad scientist would find her or tell someone about her. She was absolutely certain that he had something to do with all this bullshit.
All those mutants looking for her all of a sudden…
It had Stryker's stink all over it.
On her way out she crossed the big theater hall. Her piano standing there.
It pained her, to be separated from her orchestra, from her grand piano and her students.
Just one last sonata would have to do.
Just one, she thought as she took a seat behind her beloved grand piano.
She probably wouldn't see her own piano at home for a long time either. She used to play it every day and her brother would sit next to her.
It always calmed Jason right down if he ever threw a fit.
As she hit the last note, a slow and sardonic clapping echoed from behind her.
"Bravo".
She gasped in shock, cold shivers raced down her spine, straight to her lower stomach.
That voice. A dark, deep voice which held the promise of cruelty and sadism.
"Bravissimo, that's what they say in the theater world right?".
It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of cold ice over her head. She'd been so carried away by the music that she completely shut down her senses and never even smelled a thing.
She quickly turned around on the piano stool, finding a pair of dark grey eyes staring at her.
She swallowed hard as she looked him over. He was completely dressed in black, at least 6'6 feet tall and his canines were showing as he smirked down at her from the other end of the stage.
So this was what Victor Creed looked like in the flesh. She had to admit he looked a lot less animalistic than she had pictured. He was just a very tall, muscular man who's favorite color appeared to be black.
Handsome even. Very handsome. Especially for someone with such a cruel demeanor.
It did nothing to quell her fears however.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Victor Creed, at your service" he added sarcastically as he gave her a polite nod.
"I know who you are" she quickly answered as she got up from the stool and stumbled a little backwards, taking a few steps to create more distance between them even though he was standing at the other end of the stage.
He inhaled sharply and cocked his head to one side.
"Not too bright little girl" he sneered as he gestured his hands around "Hanging around your precious theater when you know I'm hunting your feral ass down".
She stood frozen for a while and just stared at him. Until he moved closer. She took several more steps backwards.
He slowly strolled towards her, his eyes intensely focused on her. A devilish smirk on his face.
He had such a familiar scent. Where had she picked up that scent before? She simply knew she had picked up on his scent before but she couldn't remember when and where.
"I- I-" she stumbled "I had something to take care off before-".
"Before getting the hell outta town?" he finished her sentence.
She moved towards the other side of the piano as he now stood next to the stool.
"Yes" she whispered as she held eye contact, not able to tear her gaze away from his.
He licked his lips absently as he roamed his eyes all over her.
"Sweetheart, you'd have to get off this planet if you wanna run from me. And I'd still find you" he winked evilly.
"Oh" she merely managed to reply, dumfounded and completely frozen in fear.
"So…" he mused "I thought I smelled something familiar when I was at your apartment. Nice place you got by the way. I smelled a male" he cocked his head as his hand lingered on the keys of the piano "Middle aged and mutant. Not feral though. Am I right?".
She nodded reluctantly. He could not find out about Jason. But it seemed he already knew and lying to him would possibly anger him.
"Husband? Fiancé? Boyfriend?" he asked curiously.
It took her a few seconds before whispering "Brother".
He grinned contently. Something about her answer satisfied him greatly.
"Figures, your apartment, your scent, it smelled so 'pure'. And now that he's out of town you figured you'd take your time, play some tunes and then casually walk out somewhere? Some place safe from me? Where did you plan on going little wolf?".
"I- I- didn't plan-" she stammered.
"Noooooo, you obviously did not plan" he took in a deep breath and exhaled "You see little girl, if I were you, I would have run and run fast. But instead you chose to bring your brother to safety first, let your employer know that you had to take some time off and then you decided to give a last recital. Being feral, I thought you'd be smarter than that" he scoffed and grinned wickedly, then his eyes darkened as his body came to stance, ready to leap forward.
"You should've run when you had the chance little wolf".
With that he launched himself forward, jumping over the piano and straight on top of his victim.
Ylva groaned painfully when she felt his massive form almost crush her to the ground.
But before they even reached the ground, Victor roared wildly as he felt an agonizing pain in his shoulder blade.
She managed to pull out her knife, plunge it into his shoulder nice and deep and gave it a harsh twist before crawling out from underneath him.
Sprinting away, she ran faster than her legs could carry her. Still hearing him roar in pain, part of her wanted to look back to check how badly she hurt him. It was an instinct she couldn't understand.
So she ignored it and didn't look back. She just sprinted.
As if her life depended on it. Which it did.
Far, far away from him. No idea where to go.
Through the halls.
Straight through the emergency exit.
Alarms went off, she heard them buzz in the distance.
Onto the streets. Several cars had to brake for her and honked loudly, the drivers cursing like sailors.
She ignored them and kept on running.
God damn it. She had aimed for his heart but only managed his shoulder.
Maybe it was enough, maybe he was bleeding like hell and he couldn't chase her because he was bleeding out. She hoped that would be the case.
But she heard him behind her already as soon as she entered the woods.
He was there, somewhere behind her.
Getting closer. She shouldn't have chosen the woods. She should've gone to a more public place. Hide in plain sight or search out the police. Although she was pretty sure she'd have blood on her hands if she dragged anyone else into this mess. This was Victor Creed, not some random burglar.
She almost started to cry out of fear. Why, why her?!
She had fought so hard.
All those years ago she was given a second chance and now…
It had all been for nothing. Her worst fear would come to life this very night.
He was so close now. She looked around the trees but shelter was no option. He would find her, smell her out.
She kept on running for what seemed like another hour. Until there were no more trees.
Shit!
She ran up to a dead end cliff. The woods behind her and a big lake in front of her. Balancing herself on the cliff, she frantically looked around her but saw nothing but darkness and the water in front of her.
But she smelled him, heard him even.
Where the hell did he go? She couldn't see him, despite her feral eye sight.
"That water is your only chance little wolf" he spoke dangerously as he moved towards the cliff where she was standing. Slowly, taking his time. He knew he had won. He didn't need to rush.
Looking over her shoulder to the water and back at the feral man, her gaze was changing several times between the ice cold water and him.
The water.
She couldn't.
It brought back too many horrific memories. As she tried to push back the flashbacks from her childhood, she realized she had taken too long debating herself.
His massive form launched forward and landed perfectly on top of her. One massive claw pinning her down by her throat.
She painfully hit the rocky ground as pain pierced her skull from the back of her head.
"No! God no! Please!" she cried desperately as she struggled against his heavy weight.
"God's not gonna help you now little wolf".
He growled, pressured her throat some more and fisted his other hand into her hair, forcing her to look at him as he brought his mouth close to her face.
"You little bitch" he sneered "Stabbing me with that witch blade of yours".
She felt a sharp sting on the side of her neck and before she could go over all the horrific things he would probably do to her, blackness surrounded her and her body went limp.
Victor POV
What Mystique said about female ferals doesn't even come close to the reality of the instincts that kick in. It feels like a fucking obsession from the moment I laid eyes on her. Smelling her from up close almost drives me to the edge of insanity.
If I were a younger feral, I would not be able to hold on to the extremely little control I thankfully still have right now.
As I press my nose into the side of her neck I realize her smell is intoxicating. There are no words. It's like nothing I have smelled or experienced before.
All kinds of primal instincts kick in: I want to possess her, I want to mark her, she's mine now, my property. I will rip off the heads of anyone who looks at her wrong. If she runs again I'll chain her. Probably to my bed where she belongs.
I swallow hard and close my eyes for a second, trying to ignore the instincts my animal side force upon me. This isn't like me.
"She's just some wench I need for a job" I say out loud to absolutely no one "She's disposable like all the others, she just smells slightly better because of her feral genes".
I quickly chain her arms and feet, trying to ignore the sacrilegious thoughts about what I really want to do with her body. She'll surely try and escape again when she wakes up. She's got fight in her, this little feral girl.
A backbone. Which I'll break if she doesn't do as I say.
Now that she's limp in my arms, the beast inside calms down a little. As I look her over I wonder why she didn't just jump for the water. Perhaps she can't swim? But that wouldn't be very feral-like.
Her smell is familiar although I cannot bring it home. I press her warm body against me and smell along her neck once more, trying to remember.
The only thing that happens is an insane boost of testosterone wrecking my brain, driving me fucking nuts and leaving me rock hard.
My hand which was around her throat a second ago, automatically moves down, lingering on the bottom of her shirt. I pull it up slightly. I just want to feel her a little. Just for a few seconds. Only around her stomach. She just feels so good.
I roam my hand over her smooth stomach and groan. Flawless skin I wanna rake my nails down.
The animal inside wants to mark her, claim her, take care of her.
For fuck sake.
This isn't like me at all. I'm over 200 years old which comes with a fair amount of discipline and restraint. But here I am, losing my shit over some female and all I wanna do is rip off her jeans and shirt, plunge myself inside, bite her leg and lap up the blood running down her thigh.
Suddenly I don't know what happens. I lose myself, roaring as I plunge down into her neck, breaking the skin and sucking down hard on it, leaving a bright red spot on the now marred skin.
Restrain yourself. You're not a fucking animal.
I need to get my control back. I always have control. This is not me. This is a younger me, but I've moved on from that. I don't recognize this beastly version anymore.
Just one more little… I just wanna…
I move my big hand over her left breast as I pinch her nipple.
I road loudly and pull my hand back as if I burned it. I can't fuck this up. If I ruin her, break her, she won't be able to help Jimmy. I am here for Jimmy. He needs her healthy and alive, not hanging on by a thread because I lost my shit.
Also, fucking an unconscious woman is not my cup of tea. I like it when they scream.
Despite my cock being rock hard and all but bursting from my slacks, I manage to stand up and swing her limp body over my shoulder.
After Jimmy is alive and healthy again, I'll have some fun with my new toy. And I'll punish her for stabbing me with that blade which apparently fucks with my healing factor.
Bitch.