Disclaimer: Don't own, if I did would I be writing this? Really?

Okay so I know I shouldn't be starting another fic but I couldn't help myself Liev Schreiber as Victor Creed is way to sexy to ignore. So here's the first chapter, I hope you like it and review for me!

Oh and is there anyone out there who would be willing to beta this for me?

Wynter Maximoff stalked into the dark bar and perched herself on a bar stool, that night's mission had been a disaster, the X-men still didn't trust her, for reasons she didn't know, and as a result they had lost the mutant that they were after, Victor Creed aka Sabertooth. He'd ducked into a club in order to put some distance between him and the X-men, and Wynter had split from the rest of the group in order to head around the back so she could catch him when Jean stopped her, protesting that Wynter was on a probationary period within the X-men and couldn't be trusted. Wynter of course fought back and as a result of the time they wasted arguing they'd lost Sabretooth. As soon as they'd gotten back to the mansion Wolverine had ripped into her, angry that they had lost Magneto's go to guy, and Jean and Cyclops had seemed all to happy to join in before the professor finally managed to tear himself away from Cerebro long enough to get them to stop.

Sighing Wynter signalled the bar tender and waited for her to put the beer in front of her, she had no idea what she had done to the X-men to deserve her their mistreatment, but whatever it was she must of really pissed them off. She was shaken from her musings when the bar tender stood in front of her leaning more weight on one leg than the other. Holding back a snarl Wynter raised a questioning eyebrow at the woman, recognising in an instant the bitchy attitude she was being given. "ID," she stated simply and Wynter's brows furrowed. "ID," the woman repeated.

"I'm twenty four years old gimmie a freaking a beer!"

"ID," she said again and Wynter's head hit the bar and she moaned.

"Gimmie a coke," she sighed and the woman walked off to get her a drink.

This was not turning out to be a good day for her, while her mutation prevented her from getting truly drunk for any extended period of time, if she ingested enough, quickly enough then she could forget everything, for a little while at least. But it seemed as though tonight really wasn't her night, once she'd received her drink she skulked off into the shadows in the back of the bar and settled herself in a darkened booth, away from the rest of the crowd.

Victor Creed watched as the young girl was refused a drink and suppressed a dark chuckle, it was clear that her night with the X-men had not gone as planned, it was entirely his fault of course, but had he known he had such a pretty feral after him, he might have allowed himself to be caught, maybe... He signalled the waitress for another drink and as soon as he had it, stalked over to her side of the bar and sat in the seat across from her, placing the drink down on the table. Wynter didn't look up from her coke but she did reach out to take the beer, flicking the lid off she took a sip before making eye contact with the mutant before her. "While I appreciate the drink, I can't help but be wary of the motive behind it." Her British accent seeming to accentuate the words being said.

"I can't offer a pretty little pussycat a drink when I see her?" he purred and Wynter suppressed a shiver at the sound.

"Not when that 'pretty little pussy' can rip your throat out with her claws Sabertooth." She hissed back and Victor smirked. He leant forward and one clawed hand sank into her upper thigh, his razor sharp talons dug in deep, drawing blood, the only indication that he'd hurt her however was the slightest twitch in her lips, "Now that's no way to treat a lady Victor."

"S'that make you a lady Kitten?" he asked, sliding her along the bench seat by her leg so that she was flush against him.

"I'm no kitten, Precious," she spat and tried to free herself from his grasp, his husky laugh was all she received in response and his free hand wound itself into her hair and tugged so she was baring her neck to him.

"Well Kitten, I'm afraid you have me at a loss then," his nose traced her throat down to the curve where her neck met shoulder, "what are you? I know you're a member of those costumed crusaders the X-men, and I know you're a feral, like me."

Wynter swallowed as she felt the vibrations of his voice throughout her body, "I'm nothing like you," she protested.

"Hmm," Victor's fangs connected with her pulse point and he nipped at it carefully, his tongue following to sooth the sting of the bite, "You're more like me than you'd care to admit sweetheart, but do tell Kitten, what's your name?"

Wynter forced down a moan as her eyes fluttered shut, "Wynter- Wynter Maximoff."

Victor forced himself to stop and looked at the young mutant, "Maximoff huh Kitten," he murmured he pulled back from her entirely, retracting the claws that were feeling very at home in the tender flesh of her thigh, "This'll be interesting."

And there was the first chapter, the next one will be longer I promise, this just seemed like a good place to stop. Please Review they're like an author's drug!