Hi Pets. After a really long holiday from writing, cause I was real bad at it. I decided to start some new stories and maybe refresh my old stories. Coming your way is this story itself and some Twilight, Criminal Minds, Covenant, Batman Begins/The Dark Knight, Jumper and other Categories that have taken my interest.

So, the usual run down of a disclaimer: Anything X-men related that is in this story; people, mutants, places, etc all belong to the X-men universe creators. The only thing that I claim as my own is the OC. Anyway, would love some feedback, constructive though please.

Victor Creed also known to the mutant world as Sabretooth stared at the frail old woman darkly for a long while, his eyes shifting from her to the four year old in her arms though his eyes softened when on the smaller of the pair. The four year old was female with a mane of unruly blonde streaked curls, strangely her hair grew rather quick and was already to her shoulder blades. Bright emerald eyes stared up at him, a bottle of milk clutched firmly in her hands, holding it to her small but plump mouth. Naturally tanned skinned gleamed up at him that was dusted with a light coat of freckles.

"Woman, I want her looked after." He grumbled, hands twitching.

"Yes Victor, is there anything in particular she needs or not?" The old woman had known Victor for most of her life due to her father's deals with the man. At fifty, she respected and cared for the large feral, she knew that she was the only one Victor would trust enough to place the child in her care.

"No, just make sure she isn't spoiled or a brat." He grunted and took the little girl in his massive arms, where she practically disappeared. When he had first seen her he knew she was a runt; her family was too large to care for her properly.

The little thing giggled and squealed as Victor carefully lowered himself to the floor before the old woman, her husband entering the small homely room from the kitchen.

"Isabelle," Creed cooed, gaining the young child's attention. She was staring up into his eyes sleepily. A yawn escaped her mouth despite the nipple of the bottle wedged firmly between her red lips. Her eyes at first glance appeared normal but when one studied them closely, they were slitted pupils- very cat like one would regard them as. Her parents and siblings obviously knew that she was a mutant and like most typical frails treated her like scum. She was a runt, tiny and awkward but seemed to have the grace the most feral's possessed. "This is goodbye for now, little one but we will see each other again soon." Victor then did something that was very out of character for him, he cuddled Isabelle and kissed her cheek, which caused another giggle to escape her. He stood and handed her to the woman, nodded his head and left the house.

"Isabelle! Inside now, dinner is ready." Isabelle's mother called.

"Five more minutes," she paused, looking hopeful though her parents couldn't see her.

"No." She sighed and climbed down from the porch railing, actually it was more of a slide down. Her once tiny body was now full, heavy curves but still a slim figure, her breasts were straining against the white polo shirt she was clothed in, the jean short shorts that encased her upper thighs revealed lean but muscular legs. Her feet covered with slouching black mid calf boots. At seventeen she was much more mature and developed then many of her classmates. She entered the small two story house and walked into the dining room. Where her parents were seated, strangely though there were now three empty seats instead of the usual one, her parents held odd looks in their eyes.

She gracefully sat down and watched them.

"We are having guests for dinner." Her father stated, smiling at her confused glance, her head tilted to the side like curious kitten.

"I noticed, who?" she inquired, in the years that she could remember, they hadn't had dinner guests at all, they had managed to keep to themselves in the small but intruding town.

"Old friends dear." Her mother replied as the doorbell rang. She quickly stood and exited the room, her daughter watching her.

"Old friends?" she questioned, looking at her father, a handsome but elderly man with a cocked eyebrow.

"You'll see." He answered, standing with her as his wife re-entered, a relieved smile on her face.

Behind her were two men, the first one was small and eerie looking, that sent a cold crawl down her spine but the second... Whoa. She paused and looked up at him, due to her short stature.

He was tall and had short brown hair, with a mutton chop beard. His physique was intimidating but odd enough; she had the urged to be wrapped in his massive arms. He was strong and handsome, dark eyes glinted at her, and then moved lower, taking in her body. She felt heat rush to her cool cheeks as he suddenly smirked and his eyes became darker.

"Isabelle this is..." her mother trailed off, looking at the smaller of the two allowing him to introduce himself.

"Monroe... Doctor Justin Monroe." He smiled at her charmingly, or his attempt to while holding out his hand to her.

"Pleasure." Isabelle tried to smile back but it came out as a grimace, her hand not moving from her side.

The smile on the man's face faltered as she didn't respond to his greeting. He turned his attention slightly to the larger man at his side as Isabelle did just the same.

"And Victor Creed." Her mother finished, the large man moved forward to take her hand in his, Isabelle easily slipped her small hand into his large paw, her eyes fixed on his as he raised her hand to his mouth, kissing it.

Her breath hitched, she felt heat pool in the pit of her stomach as the man's hand and lips caressed her skin, his eyes melted into black in colour shocking her. His gaze was strong and she felt the feeling of submission run through her.

"Now let's eat." Her father smiled after greeting both men.

The doctor was placed between her father and Mr. Creed, thankfully, while she was between Victor and her mother.

Her head remained lowered as they ate, listening to the conversation around her. Her eyes, slipped to look at Victor but found him staring at her, she quickly dropped her gaze and shifted in her seat.

"Tell me, Isabelle, what do you like most at school, a favourite class?" Dr. Monroe suddenly asked Isabelle's head rose as she swallowed her mouthful.

"I like History." She murmured.

"Any particular period?" he continued, leering at her. He was almost like a leech, looking to attach itself to her skin. At least that's what came to her mind.

"The times with significant wars and battles or if the civilizations did something for our time. Mainly Ancient Rome and World Wars, the Trojan Wars and 20th Century history, I like old things." She answered, glaring harshly at him, ignoring the snort of laughter that escaped her father and missing the significant glance he gave Victor Creed, who smirked. She didn't appreciate being stared at like meat. "May I be excused?"

She stood when her father nodded, ignoring all the looks she garnered from a simple sentence and inch of movement. She left the table and exited the house, taking up her usual seat on the lounge swing, legs curled up beside her. She watched as some children ran by, despite the darkness she was able to see them and sighed, lifting her head and letting the wind catch her hair. She was startled when she felt something grabbed hold of the wild strands and opened her eyes, locking with Victor Creed's as he twirled the hair and brought it to his nose.

"I... I need to go." She whispered, beginning to rise but was stopped when Victor's hand rested on her bare thigh, holding her in place.

"Do you know how long I have waited for you?" He purred suddenly, breaking the tension between them. "Thirteen years ago, I brought a small child to an old man and woman, leaving her with them. My mate, I had to leave my mate. Behind." He growled, pulling her to him. "And today I finally get to feast on the sight of the woman she has become... You."

He had continued pulling her to him and finally closed his mouth over hers. A sharp but low moan escaped her throat, urging him on.

She suddenly pulled back, looking at him in curious desire and confusion. Pulling away, she muttered that she needed to sleep so she could go to school tomorrow and quickly entered the house, fleeing to her room.

Victor sat there and stared at where his tiny mate had been, a deep and frightening smirk appearing on his face. She had tasted oh so good but- he wanted so much more.

When Isabelle pulled into the graveled drive way in her vintage pick-up, she knew something was wrong; she quickly turned off the ignition and exited the car. A heavy coppery scent reached her heightened sense of smell. She ran up the steps and entered the house, her eyes immediately found large splatters of blood covering the walls. She followed the scent she had to the lounge room, where she stopped in absolute shock and horror. Her eyes took in the broken bodies of her old parents and she collapsed against the wall, crying and shaking. She heard another vehicle pull into the driveway and heavy footsteps, rushing up the steps as well. She watched as Victor Creed entered the room, he observed the room with a stony glance and grabbed her small body, hefting her up bridal style into his arms. She was taken to her bedroom where he set her on the bed. He leaned over her.

"Get your stuff together you can't stay here." He grunted and threw two large bags onto the floor at her feet.

She nodded shakily and stood as he did, shifting around him and quickly with a word began to pack her clothes and vital things (toothbrush hairbrush etc.). She went to lift the bags but Creed grabbed them and stalked out the door, down the stairs and out the main door. He tossed the bags into the back of her pick up.

"Get in and buckle up." He ordered and left to grab his bags from his rent car. Returning and climbing into the truck. He glanced at her as he started the engine and pulled out of the drive way.

She looked childlike with tear stained cheeks and her body all curled up. He shrugged off his heavy coat and threw it over her.

"Thank you." She said, looking over at his massive frame. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere they can't find us." He grunted.

Please let me know what you think.