The two men sat there, at a table. There was no sound in the bar, except the smell of smoke and blood. All of the other guys who only some minutes ago beat up Logan stand in a cuddle puddle somewhere behind the tavern. The bartender got no other different than them, except Creed was too lazy to move him out. He just flopped his body behind the counter, and joined Logan to talk

"...Well?" Creed snarked, fangs showing as he laid his forearms on the table. Logan didn't respond. His badly bruised face was sporting his usual scowl, only this time deeper

"...You haven't changed one bit, Jimbo."

"What the hell do you want?"

"What do -I- want?... Jimmy, come on..." There's an intentional pause, as Creed lets a smug smirk come over his face "...You know what I came here for."

"You wanna' kill me."

Victor leans back some, lightning up a cigarette. The thick smoke rinsed his face and what was left of it slipped out of his nostrils "...Lemme' tell you som't'n, Jimbo."

"'n what's that?" Logan barked quietly, hands clenched into a fist

"This entire o'rdeal we have?... You got me all wrong. For all this time... how long have we been at it, an'way?... Couple of centuries, maybe more?" Victor shrugs, and rests his forearms on the table again as he continues "...You've always had this -idea- that you were better than me. You always behaved as if you have some strict moral code, and let's face it bub, that's a big fat lie, isn't it?" Chuckling darkly, Creed holds up a hand "...Ah, don't interrupt me now. Lemme' finish."

Logan watches him talk. The cloud of smoke comes over his face, making him wiff the ever so slightest bit of that poisonous gas, clenching his jaw as he begins to itch for a cigarette. Creed squints his gaze at him, and chuckles "...Light up." Victor utters with a wink, while Logan slowly but sure lights himself a cigarette "...I've heard about it. What happened to you. Stings, don' it?... No more healin' factor. All the problems.. you're losin' it, boy. You're losin' yourself." Creed keeps on talking, his voice getting warmer as it continues "You're my brother, Jimmy. I ain' gonna kill ya'. Not now. Not when you're..." He waves his hand in Logan's general direction "...like this."

"Yeah?" Logan grunts, letting the smoke puff out his mouth "...Like what?" He tried to play tough. Maybe not such a good idea after all. But knowing that what Creed was looking for right now was a proper response, Logan grithed his teeth as he attempted to not show the beast of a man in front of him what he actually felt. Creed casually leans his head back, and dissects his own piece of smoke through his lips, licking them shortly after

"...Ye' know, brother... I never get tired of that smell." Sabertooth pauses, exposing a large wide grin, fangs showing "...Fear."

What came next took no other than half of a second. Logan popped out his claws, Sabertooth merely smashed the table in front of them in two and lounged at Wolverine. After that, all Logan could do is try to stab at him, but he didn't want to. He knew if Sabertooth got really angry, there was no way he could get out of this alive. Creed snarled, holding Logan by the throat with one clawy hand, the other pulling Wolverine closer by the collar "...I told ye', I dun' wanna kill your ass, runt. But if yer' gonna be like that, I could just stab you' in the fuckin' eye and be done with your scrawny ass. But that wouldn't be fun now, eh?... I'mma give ye' one month Jimmy. One month to get your shit together, and then..." The grip on Logan's throat tightens even more, choking the air out of his lungs. All Wolverine could do is yank and gasp "...then I'll be comin' for ya, Jimmy. Don' dissapoint me."

And with that, Logan found himself hurled towards a wall. He smashed into it, and crumbled down onto a table, taking it down in the process. Some minutes pass until he starts to wake up, noticing Creed left