Author's Note - So another day another chapter. Another busy life in the day of one Miss Aisling Isobel...if you follow me on the Twitter you know what's been going on. Let me just say, dude whatevs...

Now onto what you came here for (hopefully), chapter four Victor Creed is kinda cuddly, but we do see some of the old Sabretooth pop out. I'm not making him a kitten, that would be unwise. I love the character of Sabretooth too much to make him completely docile (read Search, Seek & Destroy, you'll see). There's really not much else I can say that won't give away what happens...so shout out time!

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With that said...onto chapter 4, please enjoy, read and review, thank you!

Creed paced in front of the picture window overlooking the city. His mind nowhere near work, all he could think about was Andromeda. Why the hell was he getting so worked up over some girl, he hardly knew, but here he was, Sabretooth acting like a teenage girl waiting for the phone to ring. Stopping to watch the bustle of people down below he called to his assistant, "Paige."

The red head jumped up from her desk grabbing her notepad and scrambling into his office, "Yes, Mr. Creed?"

He had noticed that the fear had nearly left her voice, took less time than the last girl he had, he smiled a bit, "Has everything been sent over to the Xavier manor?"

"Yes, the tickets and the packages have been sent, Shawn will leave at 6 to pick Miss Sorin up and I picked up your suit on my lunch break. Is there anything else you require Mr. Creed?"

"No, you can leave early," Victor said softly.

"Thank you Mr. Creed." Paige gathered up her things quietly and left for the night leaving him alone with his relentless thoughts.

Sitting at his desk still looking out the window, it was raining. Appropriate, it was raining that night when he saw her the last time. A hundred different scenarios played through his head if she did come would she bring the X-men, or just the runt or Wilson. Would she come alone? Would she come at all? Elbows on his knees he sighed, hoping that the blonde would see this for what it was and not an ambush. Looking at the clock, it was 5:00 PM and the second hand didn't seem to be moving, time was standing still. This wasn't like him at all. Getting up he started pacing again, as the blood started moving faster through his veins ire started to flow through him as he started to question himself.

"Would she see I've changed? That I'm not the same animal I was that tried to rip her apart? Could she ever think about or even entertain the idea of having feelings for me? Could anyone be that forgiving?" Victor growled balling up his fist feeling the anger now surging through him as he hit the marble desk cracking it, "Why am I letting her get to me this way?"

"Don't you know Victor," a familiar and unwelcome Texan accent drawled from the door. Footsteps echoed through the quiet room as Creed settled his panting not looking up at the Colonel. "She's special, a rarity among your heathen kind. That's why we always sent you after her, trying to find a weakness in that mind of hers. We wanted to break it then put it back together only to break it again. But she knew every move we were making, even before we did. We needed you to terrorize, beat, rape, whatever it took to make Miss Sorin submissive so that in time she and Logan could become the perfect weapons…"

"She's NOT a weapon!" Creed snapped at the military man turned preacher, his top lip curled up over his fangs and brow in a deep crease. "You're not welcome here," he hissed through grinding teeth.

The Colonel laughed slightly, "Victor," he shook his head in disappointment, "have you fallen in love with her? Do you think she could ever return the favor? A bright and exquisite girl like Andromeda, hardly. She's still with Wade or Deadpool or whatever he's calling himself nowadays." He shook his head again, "That was something we all wanted stopped before it began, just disaster waiting to happen. Wilson brought out the rebellion in her, made her a hell of a fighter but from that point on she couldn't be broken, not even by the mighty Sabretooth," he mocked.

Victor glowered at the man leveling a black eyed stare, "I may have wanted to break her then, but not now, I've changed."

"Oh, yes, I can see that," he said looking around the office, "Expensive art of the walls, designer tailored suits, assistants dead in the hallway…such a shame she was a lovely girl," he shook his head, "This isn't the Sabretooth I watched slaughter thousands mercilessly and took what he wanted from women, leaving them bloodied, in pain, some dying and some dead. No this is just Victor Creed no animal rage or lust, just a pathetic love struck mutant pretending to be a man," Stryker turned and calmly left.

Victor's face stuck in a grimace, keen eyes glued to the wily man as he left. When he knew Stryker was gone Creed bounded to the hall to see if Paige was really dead, there was nothing, no trace of blood on the floor or wall, no smell of it in the air. He called her to make sure, she answered, relieved he made up some excuse about forgetting something and then hung up when he found it. This wasn't over Stryker wouldn't just talk and leave, Creed would have to be cautious with Andromeda tonight.

Pushing his encounter with the Colonel to the back of his mind for the moment, he focused on getting ready. It was almost 6 now and he needed to be down at Bouley to make sure everything was in place for dinner. He donned his suit and tie and ever so lightly applying cologne. He hardly ever wore anything that had fragrance as it interfered with his sense of smell; however this being a special occasion he would forgo his usual avoidance. Smoothing his tan hair and tying it at the base of his neck he threw on his trench coat and left to check on his arrangements.

The restaurant had everything covered, the champagne, the food and it would be empty except for a skeleton crew. Victor didn't want the telepath being distracted by random thoughts she couldn't manage to block out and he didn't want to ruin his chances with other men to look at her, he wanted to remain as calm as possible. He waited outside the doors, nerves bubbling under the surface of his skin. The hair on his arms and neck were buzzing, nearly jumping at every black town car that came his way. Then his car came, he could smell her again, she smelled heavenly. The runt and the other X-men weren't with her and neither was Wilson. She had come alone. Shawn pulled to a stop then Victor opened the door and extended his large dinner plate sized hand, a moment later a dainty and delicate set of fingers were placed in his. Victor helped her out and nearly lost his breath looking at her.