It had taken hours, if not days of persuading Marie to come out with her.

"Come on!" Morgan insisted, "You've never been clubbing! We gotta change that."

"Ah don't know Morgan," Marie started, "I've never been around so many people, they could touch meh, what if mah skin turns on again?"

"When was the last time your skin turned on without you wanting it to?"

Marie said nothing. "Exactly, it'll be fun! Do it for me?" Morgan said sticking out her lower lip, trying to win Marie over.

"Ah can't."

Damn if this kid wasn't stubborn, but Morgan pulled out her last card. "Come on, it's my birthday, you gotta."

"IT'S YER BIRTHDAY?!" Marie screamed. "Why didn't yah tell meh? Oh mah God! Does Logan know?"

"Think the whole fucking house knows now M'rie." James said, walking up to the pair, "Why didn't you tell us?" He asked Morgan, wrapping his arm around Marie.

"It never came up." Morgan said shrugging her shoulders.

"How old does that make yah now?" Marie asked.

Morgan thought about it, "I don't know, think about 80, I was born around 1935, give or take a few years, so yeah 80 something."

James hummed, "You're still young." he murmured more to himself than to either of them.

"Exactly, and I wanna do something fun for my birthday so come on!"

"Well now I gotta go." Marie groaned.

"Yup," Morgan said, "It's you or the Cajun."

"Where ya goin'?" James asked.

"I'm trying to convince Marie here to come out with me tonight, hit the town, girl's night."

"Morgan wants to go clubbing."

James looked down at the woman in his arms, "Well that doesn't sound like such a bad idea. We could get a group together, all go."

"Never had you pegged as a clubber James." Morgan said.

"Oh I ain't goin' for the dancin'."

She groaned. "I did not need that image in my head."

James just laughed, and Morgan watched as Marie blushed deeply. "Ah guess we could go." she conceded.

Morgan grinned, "I knew there was a reason I kept you guys around."

It had taken a while to get a group together, all keen on coming dancing with the trio. Scott and Jean had opted to stay at home with Ororo, Hank, the Professor, Kitty, Piotr and Kurt. Which meant that Remy, Bobby, John, Jubilee, Marie and James accompanied Morgan to the nearest nightclub.

It was dark and hot entering the building, and the group quickly started drinking, before heading onto the dance floor. Morgan danced goofily with Remy as she watched Marie and James entwined in their dance, their eyes alight and smiles plastered onto their faces. "They look happy non?"

"Yeah they do." Morgan said, her smile never faltering. She was genuinely happy for them.

"Remy is going out for a smoke, care to join?" The cajun asked her, his red eyes searching hers.

"Nah Remy I'm good," she waved him away and started her dance again, her eyes searching the crowd greedily, "I'm sure I can find someone else."

She worked her way to the other side of the club, where the lights were darker, and hands were friendlier. She stayed near the open door, dancing in the cool breeze.

She felt free, dancing among the strangers, often choosing to lazily graze her hips on theirs. It changed when she felt a pair of hot hands holding her waist, and felt a strong body pull her back flush against their chest. Her partner said nothing, occupying his mouth by latching it onto her neck, kissing and suckling at her, stubble scratching at her delicate skin.

She gasped when the tingling sensations stopped, and turned to face her partner, but there was no-one there waiting for her to look at them, nothing but couples dancing together. Leaving her alone again.

She chose this as her time to leave, exiting through the back door. She texted James, [Headed home. I'll see you guys tomorrow.]

She headed to a small alley behind the club to 'port herself away back to the mansion. She smiled, thinking about how good her last dance had been with her stranger had been.

"What a Birthday present." she muttered to herself.

In the days following her birthday, Morgan found herself irrationally happy. It was in this good mood that she was working tables at Tom's on a Friday evening.

She danced to the quiet music that she could clearly hear with her heightened senses, and headed over to the booth in the corner of the bar. Morgan pulled her notepad and pen, and stood at the edge of the booth.

"Good evening," she said, "Can I take your order."

The man in the booth was sitting alone, his dark hair well trimmed and long stubble joined by his mutton chops. He didn't look up at her as he barked his order, "Two steak, rare, three eggs and chips."

"A'right," she said, hurriedly jotting down his order, "Anything else?"

"Buffalo wings, a side of something made of meat and a bottle of whiskey."

Morgan had become used to the men at the bar drinking copious amounts, so was unperturbed by his request, but damn that was a lot of food. "What type of whiskey?"

"Whatever you got."

"I'll bring that along shortly." She said, and walked away, back to the kitchen to relay his order to them.

She stepped behind the bar, meeting Jo who was working there, "Just clocked in?" Morgan asked.

"Mhmm." Jo replied, pouring a beer, "Seen you've been here a while though."

"Yeah, Tom left a few minutes before you arrived so I haven't been lonely."

"Well of course you haven't, not with Mister Dark and Dangerous in the corner there."

Morgan laughed, "What are you talking about? He didn't even raise his head to look at me when I took his order."

"He's been watching you." Jo replied.

"You make him sound like such a creep, he's probably nice, leave him alone."

Morgan grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from underneath the bar, and a small glass.

"Nobody that comes here, is nice." Jo said, "They just ain't all bad."

Morgan sighed, and hopped round the counter again, "Exactly."

She headed across to the booth that the man was sitting in, resting the glass and bottle across from him. "Just let me know if you want anything else." she said.

He raised his head slightly, eyes level with her chest, and turned away slightly, grabbing the bottle that was between them, and Morgan couldn't help but notice that his fingernails, well they weren't really fingernails, instead they were almost claws. He looked up at her then, dark eyes meeting her own, "Oh don't worry frail, I will." He smirked, and elongated incisors glinted menacingly, but Morgan ignored his leer, and instead smiled at him warmly, "Good." she said, and sauntered back to the bar.

Morgan stretched her arms behind her back, untying the straps of her apron, working the tables meant she got to clock off early, or relatively so compared to her usual shifts. "You sure you don't need me to stay Jo?" Morgan asked. The bar was full and hot with people standing close to each other to be able to talk without shouting.

"I'm alright, go home Morgan."

"I'll see you soon okay? Stay safe."

"You too girl."

Morgan stepped into the back room and grabbed her coat, she didn't need it, not for the short trip outside to the alley for her to teleport herself back to her room and although Tom's wasn't a mutant free zone, it wasn't known as a mutant bar, and every mutant that went there kept themselves quiet, or didn't really display their powers at least. So if Morgan wanted to maintain her story of walking back into town to her flat, rather than travelling miles back to the mansion in a single jump, she would need to pull her coat on. So she tied her parka jacket tighter around herself as she stepped out of the bar and into the cold.

It didn't take long to get to the small alleyway, Morgan often choosing to 'port home halfway down, where the lights didn't reach, and no-one would notice when she disappeared. She started to slow her pace as she got to the darkest place in the alley.

She was about to leave when a heavy hand pushed her against the wall, pinning her between the wall and her assailant. She balled her hand into a fist, getting ready to strike when a deep rumbling voice stopped her.

"I been thinking about what I want frail."

She looked at the man holding her against the wall, she didn't know if he was more man than animal but somehow he found a balance between the two. Morgan let her eyes travel up his hulking frame, over his black shirt, to his shoulders, a black trenchcoat hanging on to them, her eyes continued upwards still, over his smirk where the tips of fangs peeked out at her, and finally up to his eyes, an intense yellow gold colour met her soft amber ones.

Their eyes met, and in that short moment Morgan forgot where she was.

She licked her lips, her mouth dry. "What's that?" she asked the man she had served dinner only hours ago.

"You."

He moved toward her quickly, trying to enclose her further in the confines of his arms but she ducked beneath them quickly, using her borrowed ability to run to the other side of the alley in a blink, but she didn't leave, intrigued by the strange man.

"Who are you?" she asked. Morgan watched as the eyes of the man flashed, changing colours quickly from gold to black.

"Depends who you're asking." He replied as he cracked his neck at her. He made to try and grab her again but Morgan braced herself quickly and pushed him down onto the floor with a gust of wind she had stolen from 'Ro.

He pushed himself up, he laughed.

Morgan was confused by the beast in front of her. "Do you try and grab women like this often?" she asked. He ran at her again, this time managing to grasp at her wrist, sharp claws knicking at the surface of her skin. He snarled at having missed her. "They don' put up a fight like you do."

Morgan kicked at the back of his knee, making the man loose his balance for a fraction of a second, just long enough for her to send another hit to the back of his shoulder with a jump that would have made LeBeau proud.

"Why?" she asked breathing heavily. "What makes me so special?"

The man didn't move, choosing to stay kneeling on the ground a few feet from her, "Oh frail." he laughed, "You really don't know who I am do you?"

She screamed at him in frustration. "Who the fuck are you?"

He stood up, straightening his jacket, and puffing his chest out slightly. "Victor Creed."

She laughed, "Am I supposed to be amazed by that?"

Creed looked at her in a way Morgan couldn't describe. "You should be scared." he said honestly.

"And what if I'm not?"

"That'd be your mistake."

AN- YAY Creed is here! Time for the story to really get going! Thank you to everyone who has favourited, followed and reviewed- especially to those who review! It's nice to get your opinions about the story :)

Do wanna remind you that while there is Rogan in this story, it will mostly be a Victor/OC, so if there's not enough Rogan in here for you that's probably why... But I hope you still like it :)

Until next time

- N