5th of May
Victor opens the file one last time before knocking on her door.
Name: Rae Winter
Alias: Spectrum
Occupation: animator, barista, student
Education: New York Acadamy of Art
Known relatives: Lisa Kramer (Mother, non-mutant) Ben Winter (full feral mutant, deceased)
Place of Birth: Kassel, Germany
Primary mutant ability: Creates impenetrable shield barriers around self and/or others.
Secondary ablities:
-68% feline feral
-Razorsharp retrectable claws
-Accelerated healing factor
-Superhuman acute senses of sight, hearing and taste
-Superhuman strength, agility and reflexes, limits unknown
He smirks.
Yes, she would do just fine.
He remembers her perfectly. He met her once when he came to his brother's aid. She was a student at Xavier's school. A girl, merely 14 years old. Her hair had all the different colors of the spectrum in a rainbow, which was probably where her mutant name came from.
He didn't care for her back then. Usually a feline feral would interest him greatly. But she was just a girl and on top of that, she willingly took some kind of serum to suppress her feral DNA.
And in the eyes of Victor Creed, there was no greater crime than that.
To be feral was a gift. Anyone who threw that away didn't deserve to walk the earth.
However, in this particular case, he had no choice. He needed a female feral and only she came to mind because he didn't know anyone else.
"Just a second!" he hears a female voice from behind the door two seconds after he knocks.
When she opens the door, she instantly wishes that she never had.
Within a second she channels the energy to put her shield up around her, an instinctive reaction to the man in front of her.
He can't suppress a wicked grin over her reaction.
Frail must be scared.
Sure smells scared.
"Hello Spectrum".
"That is not my name" she replies defensively "What do you want?".
She doesn't need to ask who he is.
"So hostile" he muses slowly "And what for?" his voice is deep and his eyes are penetrating hers "Let's start with some introductions, shall we?".
"No need" she interrupts him "I know who you are".
She mentally slaps herself. Letting him know that she knows who he is, makes her seem even more afraid of him. Then again, any female feral knows who he is and would not be happy with a visit from the Sabretooth himself.
He cocks a brow "Gonna invite me in then Specs?".
She narrows her eyes at the pet name he already gave her.
"No".
Another smirk as he casually walks by her and into her little apartment. He looks around, taking in her place with a critical eye and soon deciding that it's a shit hole. And way too small for his liking. Who on earth would choose to live in a place like this?
Rae carefully closes the door, never letting her shield down or taking her eyes off him. As long as her shields are up, it doesn't matter that he's inside her place.
She remembers him all too well. She only saw him once and Logan told her to stay away back then. But she was curious, just had to come in anyway, check out the famous Sabretooth.
Now she wishes that she hadn't. Then he wouldn't have known about her. But for crying out loud, it was 10 years ago that she met him and they hadn't even spoken with one another.
"Rae Winter" her name rolls off his tongue as he paces around her small living room and casually sits down on her sofa, taking up the entire sofa.
Which is fine by her because she doesn't want to sit with him. She just looks at him.
He returns her intense gaze.
She has definitely grown up.
And then some.
He eyes her up and down twice. She's no longer the bony little frail he saw 10 years ago. Her hair is still the same though, only thicker, with every color of the rainbow in it. And her face and expressions are a lot more mature. She has something slightly intimidating about her, even now, when she's afraid of what's in front of her.
"Mister Creed" she breaks the silence "Why are you here? We have no business with each other as far as I'm concerned".
"On the contrary". He slowly cracks his neck, never breaking eye contact "I'm here to make you a job offer".
"I respectfully decline".
"You don't even know what it is".
"I can guess, so thank you".
"Let me put it this way Rae-"
She raises her brows at the familiarity, they are NOT on first name basis and never will be.
"I need help with something, and you're the only one suitable for the job. So you should be flattered really" he simply continuous "You see... In this very moment, I have a four year old girl in my house. Don't worry" he quickly adds when he notices her reaction "She is my daughter. She's been there since this morning and I have no fucking clue what to do with her".
"That is a problem" she replies "But not my problem".
"I need someone to take care of her" he simply ignores her sassy comment "And I want that someone to be a feline feral, just like she is and just like I am. That's where the job offer comes in. You're the only feline feral I know. I want you to take care of my daughter".
Her eyes widen. This man cannot possibly be serious.
"This is a joke right? Is Logan behind this?".
"I don't make jokes".
"Yeah..." she mumbles "You don't seem the type".
She is completely dumbfounded with no clue what to say. She expected many horrible things when she opened up that door one minute ago. But nothing like this.
"So... let me get this straight" she gestures her hands around "You need someone to look after your daughter?".
"Yes".
"Who is four years old?".
"Yes".
She frowns and calms down a little "Why can't her mother look after her?".
Victor inhales impatiently "The bitch left her on my doorstep".
Rae blinks a few times "How do you know she's even yours?".
She instantly realizes how dumb that question is. She's feral, just like Victor Creed. He would instantly recognize his own blood simply by smell.
"Never mind" she quickly adds.
She runs a hand through her hair "Mister Creed, just call the mother and sort things out, because I want nothing to do with this".
"She offed herself after she left the cub at my doorsteps because the girl showed the first signs of being feral".
Rae's face darkens automatically. "Are you serious?".
He nods "There was a note. Tried to track her down. Turned out she jumped off some bridge".
She feels a pinch of guilt for her choice of words now. And she's slowly starting to believe that this is the actual reason he came here for. But she doesn't know what to say.
"Jesus Christ" she finally breaks the silence.
"So, do you accept?".
She frowns. Just like that? Did he seriously think she would just say yes?
"No" she finally replies "Of course not".
"Why not?" he growls.
"Because... of obvious reason. Because you are you. And I have a life here and, well, there are a million reasons really. I am not a nanny for one".
He growls again and flashes his sharp fangs.
Fangs that she doesn't have because of the serum she takes. Fangs that she should have, but are hidden away.
"I know about your life here" he snarls at her, his dark voice filled with venom and loathing "You live in a shitty apartment, you've almost completed your graduate assignment at that freak school you call an art academy and you've got about 100K of student debt. You work two jobs to manage. You make some doodles for children's books, which you do from home and you work in some shitty coffee place where guys grab your ass each time you pass by" he gives her a wicked grin "So you'd be a fool to refuse my offer, which is by the way an offer you literally cannot refuse".
She narrows her eyes, annoyed by how he dug into her past and current life "And yet, mister Creed, I am refusing".
"You've not even heard my offer".
"Fine" she rolls her eyes "What is your offer?".
"I'll take care of student debt. And I'll pay you 5000 dollars a month as salary to take care of my daughter, whatever she needs, 24/7. Feed her, put her to bed, play with her, stuff like that. Just take care of her, because I haven't got a fucking clue or time for that shit. When you or her need anything, just get it, put it on my credit card, no questions asked, also you'll have no living expenses. You'll have time to work your animator job or whatever that shit is that you do where you draw pictures for children's books and what not".
She loathes the way he talks about her work. He probably still murders people for a living so who the fuck is he to look down on her? She works her ass off in two decent jobs that make other people happy.
"And of course you'll have time to finish your precious education. You're done in two months, am I correct?" he smirks at her.
She takes a deep breath. It's scary how much he knows about her life. Where she works, what she does and when she's graduating from the Art Academy. She doesn't even wanna think about the way he figured all of this out. In such a short time also.
To be fair, the offer doesn't sound so bad. If she leaves out who her boss is...
Then suddenly something else comes to mind.
"Where would I live?" she asks in suspicion.
"My place. It's big. You'll have privacy".
"I'm sorry, but no" she instantly replies.
This is a deal-breaker. She is not going to move in with a male feral. Hell no. Even with the serum suppressing her own feral side, she does not trust him. And he's not just any male feral.
He's Victor Creed.
Sabretooth.
Der Slachter, as they call him in Germany.
He leans against the doorpost as he smirks down on her "I'm not home that much frail, don't worry" he replies as if he can read her mind.
She takes a deep breath and focuses on the shield around her, instinct telling her to make it stronger even though it's impenetrable as it is.
"Listen mister Creed, I'm sorry you knocked up some broad by accident, but this is not my problem. You will have to find someone else to raise your daughter, or maybe consider doing it yourself. Because my answer is no".
Before there is any more discussion she opens the door, letting him know that it's time for him to leave.
To her surprise he actually gets up and walks out. Before she can close the door however, he turns around one more time "Let me know when you've changed your mind".
The most wicked smirk on his face is sending shivers down her spine.
She closes the door quickly, half expecting him to block it before she can.
When he doesn't, and she hears it safely click, she instantly turns all the locks on the door. As if that would stop him if he wanted to come in.
She turns around and leans against the door, closing her eyes and wishing for him to leave.
Once she finally hears the loud thumping of his footsteps echoing away from her apartment, she can finally breath again.
When she looks down, she notices a small card with his address on it.
AN: I'm curious what you think guys! Hope you will enjoy this :-)