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"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Birdy yelled, smacking Victor and hitting his chest as she cried. Sure she hadn't liked Selene all that much, but no one deserved to have that happen to him.

Victor growled, grabbing Birdy and slamming her to the ground, roughly thrusting back into her.

"No! This isn't the time for this!" She yelled, crying now as she desperately tried to stop Victor from raping her.

"You need to make this right Victor!" She yelled, moaning as her already sensitive body was forced to please him once more. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back and pounding her into the floor.

"I don't have to do anything!" He snarled. "It's not my fault she didn't tell me?!" He yelled, choking Birdy now as he pounded her cunt, her cries getting louder as Victor tried his best to hide away from his actions.

This is what he'd always done, never taking accountability, seeking violence to numb all the wrong he'd done in his life. Flashes of the fetus kept playing in his mind, its blood still on his claws, only making him more angry. 

"She'll get over it…" He said, slowly down as he realized Birdy had passed out. "She'll get over it."

Selene, in fact, did not get over it.

As she mourned her most horrific loss, her mate was busy burying his balls into his assistant. She felt so unbelievably dumb. To think he could be a mate. To think any of this matters to him. Years as the Grail's little bitch had twisted her, conditioned her into being a weak, emotionally stunted little girl with the most unholy blend of Stockholm Syndrome and sociopathic tendencies. And in this day, in this moment, it fully manifested.

By the time Victor had been annoyed enough to break down the bathroom door, what he knew as Selene, and even what she knew herself as, had been set ablaze, to never rise again.

In fact, the only thing that remained was bloody handprints and an open window, that led to a path of destruction that even God himself would shudder at.

[One week later.]

Birdy moaned underneath Victor, her cunt being stretched by his cock once again as he pounded her on the kitchen floor.

This had become her life, she wasn't a mercenary anymore, she was victors cum dump, his little whore he could abuse in Selene's absence. As terrible as it was, she loved it. 

She came again, kissing his chest as her hands grabbed at his hips. "Harder sir, my pussy can't be tamed until I'm broken~" she said in a sultry voice. 

Victor pounded her all day, only stopping when he was satisfied and quickly leaving the apartment, leaving her breathing heavily and his cum pouring out of her well fucked cunt. 

She'd gotten used to the roughness of Victor, and if he ever snapped and went to far she just calmed him down. She had dozens of new injuries, each one a testament to this new life she had found herself into.

Still, she worried for Selene.

Selene had fled Victor in the aftermath of her baby's death, her heart poisoned by a hatred so deep it became all-consuming. It wasn't just Victor she despised; it was everyone. Birdy, for standing by him. The Asgardians, for capturing her. Every soul who had ever wronged her became fuel for the fire that now burned through her veins. The pain had once been overwhelming, but now it was her weapon—her driving force.

She had returned to the Grail without hesitation. The ancient, dark power that had long simmered within her flared to life, awakening with a thirst for blood. Her demon, chained for far too long, had clawed its way to the surface with a vicious hunger. What followed was nothing short of slaughter. She cut through the ranks of the Grail's soldiers, her vengeance absolute and without mercy. Blood painted the walls, screams echoed through the halls. And at the end of it all, her handler—the man who had once thought he could control her—knelt before her, shaking with fear.

But she did not kill him. Not yet.

There was still one more thing to be done, one final act that would shake the very foundations of those who had wronged her. She had a mission for him. One that would alter everything.

Selene had found Him. The one she had hunted in the darkest corners of her rage. He would be the keystone to her vengeance, the final piece in the puzzle.

And so the plan was set. It wasn't difficult to arrange—a contract for Victor. A routine slaughter at a disclosed location. The amount offered was high, enough to catch Sabretooth's attention but not so high as to raise suspicion. And the stipulation was simple: Birdy had to attend. They couldn't afford Victor losing control, not with the stakes so high.

Selene watched from the shadows, her gaze fixed on the child—the progeny of her greatest enemy. This was only the beginning.

Birdy laid atop Victor, massaging his arms as she kissed his chest and neck, her legs still not working after another day of sex. 

"When are we going for that job , Boss? Didn't that group want it done by the end of the week?" Birdy asked, leaving another hickie on Victor's neck before looking at him. When he wasn't angry it wasn't so bad. He'd requested for her to keep him under the glow for the time being. Usually she took it off or lessened the effects so he could still do work, but apparently this new contractor didn't want him crazy or bloodthirsty, they just needed a few idiots slaughtered.

Victor grabbed Birdy's ass, enjoying the massage and sitting up until she was sat comfortably in his lap. "Well leave tonight, won't take long to get there… Kind of strange though, the prey we're hunting this time haven't done anything to get a hit on them… Not that I could find."

His eyes darkened for a second before Birdy upped the glow, smiling and running her hands through his hair. "Don't think too much about it, it's just a normal job, we'll be in and out…" 

She blushed, her hands sliding down his face and down to his chest as she felt him up. "Any word on… You know?"

Victor grunted, smacking Birdy's ass lightly before pushing her off. "Selene's left Birdy, if my pet wants to run away then whatever, I have a better one now anyway."

Birdy couldn't help but get butterflies when he said that. She still felt horrible, imaging Selene crying along in a cold place, maybe even holding her stomach and imagining her baby with her… It hurt.

"Are you ever going to talk about it? Don't forget I'm in your head…" 

Victor shook his head, ignoring the question. Within an hour both were dressed and flying to complete their new contract. 

Should I buy a new motorcycle? Victor thought yawning , remembering the one he'd shredded up two days ago when he'd seen Logan riding it around the city. 

He still felt uneasy about the contract, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong. Had he been in his usual state of mind he wouldn't have accepted it, but he was under the glow… And the thought of ripping up the pieces of shit that had tried to own his pet before  drove him to accept the grails request, he'd tear them limb from limb, even if she ran away he always kept his promises… 

"Just where are you my little pet," He muttered to himself, feeling Birdy lean her head against his arm, sleeping off the straining sex they'd had.

Selene Gallio reclined in an unassuming chair in a dimly lit office deep in the heart of Louisiana. The hum of the ceiling fan and the faint buzz of the city outside were the only sounds, as her eyes flicked to Graydon Creed, sitting across from her. The scent of old paper and cigar smoke clung to the room, but Selene had taken care to mask her own scent. It wouldn't do to have Victor pick up on anything familiar. She also made sure to visit a local Witch Doctor, and bought two amulets to protect against any and all psychic powers.

Graydon sat with a scowl permanently etched on his face, one leg crossed over the other, the same simmering hatred mirrored in his posture. She didn't have to mask his scent—Victor had never met his son, nor had he ever cared enough to learn the nuances of his presence. Graydon was a forgotten shadow to the beast that had sired him. Selene's lips curled into a sharp smile at the thought.

"I don't know how you do it, living in the same world as him. If I had my way…" Graydon's voice trailed off, his fingers tightening into a fist on his knee.

Selene, with a calculating look, leaned forward, eyes glinting with malice. "You're not the only one who wants him to suffer. He destroyed everything I was... took me prisoner in New York like some animal. The worst part? He revels in it. There's nothing but primal hunger left in that monster."

Graydon nodded, his face hardening even more. "He doesn't even realize the lives he's left in ruins. Me? Just a mistake he never cared to fix. You? Another trophy in his sick games. I want him to know pain, not just physical… I want him to know he's the reason for everything crumbling around him. Then I'll finish it."

Selene's expression darkened, her lips curling into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "It's time we took something from him. Let him taste the despair he leaves in his wake."

Their conversation was interrupted by a subtle shift in the air. Selene's heightened senses picked up on it first, a faint tremor of malicious energy creeping toward them. She sensed their opponents—the ones hunting them. Sabretooth and his whore accomplice.

"They're here," she said in a low voice, standing up with a slow, deliberate movement. She reached into her jacket and handed Graydon a sleek, black handgun. "It's time."

Graydon took the gun without hesitation, his jaw tightening. They both moved to sit on the old leather couch, their expressions calm but coiled like snakes waiting to strike.

Selene's fingers drummed lightly on the armrest, her gaze steady on the door. "Let's see how the beast reacts when he realizes he's the one being hunted."

"Wait , Birdy," Victor said as they were inches from the door. This was usually the part where he burst through and began his slaughter, but he waited. "This doesn't feel right…"

Birdy chuckles quietly, giving Victor a quick peck on the cheek before pulling out her rifle, enlarging it and pressing her back against the door. "You worry too much when you're calm, don't forget we're still killers!"

She licked the door down, shooting wildly at the turned around chair, destroying the desk, wall, chair, and everything in between her and her gun.

"Oops, guess I stole your kill Vic-" Birdy paused, turning and seeing the two sitting on the couch together. She didn't know who the man was, but she knew the woman…

"Selene!" Birdy said excitedly, putting away her gun and walking toward her. "Where'd you go? We tried searching for you but-" 

Birdy stopped again, looking over to the door where Victor was having a hard time coming in. The Grow had made him weak, for the first time in his life he didn't feel like killing someone, at least someone innocent. Someone like the fetus he had torn apart…

"Boss!" Birdy called out, her voice cheery and excited. "I found Sel-"

Victor's eyes snapped open as Birdy's voice cut off.

Graydon's cold gaze flicked toward Victor, barely masking his disdain. "So, this is the infamous Victor Creed," he remarked, his voice dripping with contempt. "Far less intimidating than I thought. For all the stories, you're just another beast—another failure."

He stepped forward, his body tense, energy simmering beneath the surface. "I used to think you were some monstrous legend, but all I see is a freak, an abomination." Graydon's voice rose, his rage bubbling to the surface. "You and Mystique should've just done me a favor—aborted me if you were going to be such terrible parents! All I ever was to you two was a mistake, wasn't I?"

The venom in his words spilled out uncontrollably, and as he began to unravel, Selene, seated beside him, calmly ran her hand through his hair. The simple gesture soothed him, and Graydon's fury slowly gave way to a twisted sense of peace. "Funny, isn't it?" she mused softly. "As you kill one son, you find another." Graydon's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Thank you, Selene. Thank you for killing Mystique. I'm more than grateful to be an orphan."

A strange, cold satisfaction lingered in his words, but Selene only smiled, her own secret safe, locked away.

Her eyes, glowing with hostile fury, locked onto Birdy the moment she entered. Her lips curled into a sneer, her voice laced with venom. "Birdy... the liar. The thief." She stood slowly, a regal yet dangerous presence filling the room.

"You stole my mate. Like a petty thief in the night. Was it the thrill? The power? You never cared about your dead child—no, you were always just Victor's little pet." Her words dripped with disdain, her anger a storm kept tightly bound. "I should have killed you the first day we met. I knew—I knew—exactly how this would unfold, and yet I let you live. Was your way of apologizing to keep spreading your legs for him? To give him a child of your own?"

Selene's voice grew sharper, cutting through the room like a blade. "You damned us all to hell. You—Victor—me. You should've known better, but you never could see beyond him, could you?"

She turned her gaze to Victor, her eyes narrowing. "And you—don't move an inch. Before you make any heroic attempt, know this—Birdy will be shot. There's no coming back from that." Her tone was icy, final.

She glanced between the pair, her expression unreadable. "Final words, before judgment?"

Birdy stood frozen, Greydon's gun pressed against her head as she tried desperately to affect his mind. "B-Boss." She stuttered out, staring at Victor's calm face.

Victor had his eyes glued to his son, noting the similarities between the two. "So you're the whelp Mystique tricked me for? Don't seem like much…" He said slowly, glancing at Selene before looking at the gun pressed against Birdy's neck.

"Nah, no son of mine would be working for someone like her. This isn't for money is it?" He growled lightly, trying to build up his anger, the glow continued to burn within him, blocking negative thoughts. 

Birdy gulped, a single tear falling down her cheek as she smiled. "I'm sorry Selene, I thought we could be pretty good friends one day… But that can't happen anymore." She choked up, her body shaking as she looked straight at Selene, ignoring the cold barrel against the side of her head. 

"I'm sorry for not being able to protect you… To protect your son." 

Finally, she looked at Victor, the man who'd treated her like shit, who'd beaten her, abused her, and made her the happiest she'd ever been. 

"Boss… Victor. Thank you for hiring me," She finished before dropping the glow, all those years of suppressing his rage gone in an instant as the sound of a shot rang out; her vision went black, her death instant.

Graydon smiled widely, seeing the blonde mutant drop to the floor. "How do you feel Pops? How does it feel to hurt? To lose something important to you?" He asked, pointing the gun toward Sabertooth. 

"I had these bullets specially made just for you, they burst and spread the mutant cure. You'll die today, any last words?"

Victor felt his mind break. Every kill, every hit, every shitty thing he'd ever done slammed into him at full force. He ignored it for now, seeing Birdy drop dead in front of him, her blood splashing on his cheek.

"Huh… Guess you are my kid…" He grunted out softly, looking at Selene for the first time since he'd entered. 

"Now pet… Did you really think you could make me die?" He growled, wiping the blood slowly. "I can promise one thing, you won't be an orphan boy," Victor moved faster than the two could see, nothing holding him back now as he grabbed the gun, crushing it and shoving the pieces into Graydon's mouth, holding them there as her snarled. "You'll just be prey!"

Selene stood amidst the chaos, watching it all unfold with an eerie calm. Her piercing gaze followed every movement, but her heart felt nothing—no guilt, no remorse, not even for Birdy's death. In fact, Birdy's apology, her plea for forgiveness, only made Selene's lips curl into a dark smirk. Friends? Selene thought, letting the word roll through her mind as if it were some foreign concept. Birdy's death meant nothing to her, just like her son had meant nothing to Victor. When Graydon panicked, bleeding and pleading for help, Selene barely blinked. His desperate words were little more than background noise. As his fear grew, so did her amusement. When he begged, she didn't hesitate. Grinning sadistically, she knelt beside him and whispered, "You've served your purpose." With a swift, artful motion, she snapped his neck, the sound echoing in the blood-soaked room. His body slumped lifeless at her feet, and she stood over him, her satisfaction a quiet, twisted thing. Her eyes locked onto Victor's. For a moment, there was silence between them, the room thick with tension. She let her words drop like stones into the void between them. "So, was it worth it, Victor? All your lust… all your impulses. What do you have to show for it now?" She took a step closer, her voice soft but venomous. "Are you ready to be alone?"

Victor shrugged, his body growing, his main growing as he took on a more beastly appearance.

"Alone? Selene… When I say I'm the one true predator I mean it. I'm always alone, I'll always be alone…"

He growled loudly, cackling as he felt a surge of strength matching his anger. "But…" He shrieked down again, yawning and scratching his blond hair as he appreciatively glanced over Selene's body. 

"I'm so bored of you already that I think I'll just leave. Maybe we'll see each other again and I can kill you, until then…" He shrugged and turned around, not even picking up Birdy's body as he walked toward the door.

He wanted to rip her apart, but a hunter stalks their prey, he catches them by surprise and tears them apart. There was too much he didn't know about his vampire pet.

And she still was, he'd let her play at being free for a while as he dealt with this new feeling in his body. Besides… Selene would always be his.

As Victor stormed off, leaving behind a trail of blood and shattered lives, Selene stood motionless for a long moment. The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the faintest rustle of air as it passed through the broken windows. Her gaze fell on Birdy's limp body, lying in a pool of blood—pathetic, weak, and utterly insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

She felt nothing. Or so she told herself. Birdy had failed. She had let her emotions get in the way, allowed herself to be crushed under the weight of a man who never cared. Selene stepped closer, her heels clicking on the hard floor, eyes narrowing as she gazed down at Birdy's corpse. A wicked grin slowly curled her lips as the thought crossed her mind to rip her apart for the pure fun of it, to reduce her to nothing but a bloody mess—just another victim of Victor's endless chaos.

But as she circled the body, her sharp senses picked up something—a faint, almost imperceptible pulse. Selene paused, her grin fading. Still alive? It was pitiful, really, the last struggling beats of a heart that was moments away from stopping. She crouched beside Birdy, watching her face, devoid of life but still clinging to some desperate shred of existence.

For a moment, Selene sneered. She deserved this. It was Birdy's fault, after all. She had allowed herself to be dragged into Victor's orbit, sacrificed her own dignity for his fleeting approval. Selene had no sympathy for that kind of weakness. But even as she told herself this, something stirred in her mind—a small, nagging thought. What was the point of all this? They had all gone so far, hurt so much, just for a man who didn't care. Victor would have let them all die without a second thought. Birdy, Graydon… even herself.

Selene's eyes softened, just for a moment. Her fingers reached out, brushing a lock of blonde hair from Birdy's pale face. She was foolish, yes. But maybe Selene could change that. Maybe, just maybe, Birdy could serve a greater purpose—something beyond being another discarded pawn in Victor's game.

Leaning down, Selene pressed her lips gently to Birdy's neck, her fangs sliding effortlessly into her flesh. She fed slowly, tenderly, savoring the taste of life slipping away. It was almost soothing, this quiet moment of intimacy amidst the bloodshed. When she had taken enough, Selene pried Birdy's lips open, biting down on her lower lip to repeat the gesture. She dripped her own blood into Birdy's mouth, watching as it mingled with the remnants of Birdy's own.

And then, she waited.

Throughout the night, Selene stayed by Birdy's side as her body began to heat, twitch, and tremble. It was subtle at first—small shudders that rippled through her limbs, her skin warming as the transformation took hold. Selene watched with quiet pride, her eyes never leaving Birdy's form as it began to shift, to reshape itself into something stronger, something eternal.

This was her first Child—one who would never stray, never betray her, and most importantly, one who would always be obedient. Birdy would live, but she would live as Selene's creation, bound to her will. And in that moment, Selene realized something that made her cold heart stir: she would never be alone again.

As the night stretched on, Selene smiled, watching her new companion rise from the ashes of her former life. "Welcome back," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with dark affection. "You'll serve me far better than you ever served him."