I have inside me Blood of Queens

Author's Notes: Enter Faith and Sabretooth...Reviews???


Predatory eyes watched the brunette from the time she entered the bar. A hunter recognizing another hunter. She didn't see him, and she wouldn't until he wanted her to. Her leather clad ass shook from side to side griding on some biker. When she had first come in her eyes scanned the bar she had turned down a few offers but her eyes settled on the most dangerous looking guy in the room besides himself of course. He chuckled softly to himself, she was looking for trouble. She was looking for the most dominant person in the room to establish dominance over. She hadn't even seen him yet, and it was just his arrogance that told him that he was the most dominant person in the room. It was his ability to back it up, standing just shy of 7 foot tall and weighing 400 pounds. Looks aside, with his mutation he had the ability to crush a steel drum with his bare hands, that was before the various strength enhancements, some willing others not so willing.

His eyes slid over the woman's curves, to her face that had an arrogant smirk as if she knew just what she was doing. When the song was over she walked away from him without looking back. The smirk still in place even as the man grabbed her by the arm. She pivoted on one foot kicked him in the back of the knee and then punched him in the face. A coppery smell hit his nose just as his blood sprayed from his shattered nose. He had to give it to her, she had one hell of a punch for a frail.

He rose up from his spot in the darkness, as the bouncers came to remove the two. The woman's back was to him as a bouncer moved to escort her out. He locked eyes, with the bouncer and the man immediately backed off removing the pissed off biker from the floor and trowing him out.

The woman immediately turned around noticing that the bouncer's eyes weren't on her but on someone behind her. She was taken a back by the large man, her dark eyes looking him up and down sizing him up. He smiled wide, a clawed hand reaching out to touch her face but she stepped back.

"Hey hand's off the goods just who do you think you are?" she demanded muscle tensing.

He chuckled softly, taking a step forward as she took a step back. His very presence making the confident being unsure, "Victor Creed, Frail."

"I ain't Frail!" the Bostonian woman told him.

He laughed and smiled, "You're all frail."

Faith felt heat go into her face as this large man moved closer, anger. She would not have anybody telling her she was frail. Faith Lehane was not at all frail, she was a slayer, and no matter his looming size or muscle mass, Faith could take him. Faith took another involuntarily step back. For some reason this one made her uneasy. Faith felt the back of the bar hit her back. His large hands hitting either side of the bar trapping her between him in the bar.

"Yo you need to back the hell up," Faith said planting her feet and crossing her arms.

"Been a while for ya, hasn't it, Frail?" Victor all but purred standing over her, sniffing at her a bit.

It was true Faith had just been released from prison, the council springing her because they couldn't find the newest slayer. But who was he to tell her? How would he know?

"Faith," she snapped after a minute of looking at the man.

He raised an eyebrow, and she clarified, "My name is Faith, I told you I ain't frail."

She wasn't 'B' she wasn't a fragile little flower that was easy to toy with. He wasn't gonna play some crazy mind games with Faith Lehane. He leaned forward his lips brushing her ear causing shivers down her spine.

"Like I said, you're all Frail to me, I could snap every bone in your bone, or I could bend you over this bar and make you scream my name and you wouldn't be able to stop me, because no matter how good you think you are, little girl, I'm better, now quit your bitchin' and have a fucking drink," he growled lightly with a hint of smile touching his lips. His could smell the arousal coming off of her in waves, his tongue slipped over his lips and traced the shell of her ear.

Faith drew in a sharp breath goosebumps rising on her arms. Anger came next as she attempted to push him away. He didn't budge, he smirked at her, raising an eyebrow. He gestured with his head for the bartender.

"Your usual Mr. Creed?" he asked the nervousness evident in his voice. Victor nodded slowly dipping his head down to smell the Frail's hair. He liked her scent, strength, fear and arousal. He nipped at her neck, causing the smell of arousal to grow stronger.

"Whatcha drinkin' little girl?" Victor prompted.

Faith relaxed a bit and decided to go with it for now, she smiled flirtatiously and put a hand on his chest. "Easy big guy," She turned to the bartender now, "Can I get a shot of Three Kings and lemme chase it with a Jack and Coke."

Sabretooth snorted at that, show off. He could drink the girlie under the table if he wanted to, but if she puked on him he'd kill her. She wasn't impressing anyone. Maybe these little biker boys, but he sure as hell wasn't one of them. He sure as hell intended to let her know that too.

Faith reached for her shot and tossed it back, the burn a welcomed feeling in the back of her throat. She chased it down with the jack and coke. she had an automatic heady feeling. It had been a long time since she drank, maybe she should have started off with something less harsh. Lips on her neck made her freeze, tingles ran down her spine straight to her crotch. It really had been a long time. Faith wasn't overly picky, but the women in the compound weren't really equipped with what she needed. Faith could have purred, she pressed herself into him almost involuntarily. His large arm clamped around her waist and he paused long enough to down his drink and the rest of hers. His mouth was back on her neck once, sharp teeth nipping at her flesh.

Faith reached up and grabbed him by his jacket and pulling him towards the down. He chuckled at that but allowed her to drag him out. No sooner than they were out the door, Faith jumped on him wrapping her strong legs around his waist sticking her tongue rather forcefully in his mouth. This was a first for him, usually women weren't the forceful ones. He kind of liked this one, she was bold and willing. Not many of them were willing either, not that he cared much. She pulled away from him briefly, "Just remember whose one top."

He laughed, he couldn't help it, she was rather presumptuous, "Here's the deal girlie, Run...and if you can get to 45th avenue before I catch you, then I will let you be on top."

"Let?!" Faith raised an eyebrow.

He slammed her onto the hood of a random car, a bit relieved that there was no car alarm. He pinned her hands above her head and growled, "Yeah Frail, let," He backed away from her, letting her up leaving her looking a bit dumbfounded, "Run." He growled quietly.

"Look here no body talk to me like..." She started.

"Run!" he growled loudly now, the word itself getting a bit lost in the animalistic snarl.

Faith's heart jumped into her throat this time not hesitating. She pushed off the hood of the car landing firmly on her feet. He sat on the car watching her, with a smirk before she took off running.

Faith knew there was no way someone that big could catch up to her. Plus she could keep him running in circles all night if she had to. She actually liked a bit of competition even if she was sure she'd win. She looked back over her shoulder and didn't see him. She smiled to herself rounding the corner.