Selene stirred from the sheets, the darkened room lit only by the dull glow of the city creeping through heavy curtains. Her skin, pale as marble, felt cold in the absence of his heat. The scent of him lingered in the air—wild, raw, animalistic. Victor had left, like the predator he was, slipping away into the night without so much as a glance back.
She sat up slowly, the ache in her body a reminder of the intensity they had shared, but her mind was far from satisfaction. It wasn't the physicality of their encounter that gnawed at her now; it was the realization that she had been discarded. Used. Her fangs pressed hard against her lips as rage flooded her chest, a simmering fire that threatened to boil over.
This wasn't the first time a man had left without a word, but something had changed in her that night. Victor had awakened something primal in her, something she could not contain. The cool detachment she'd maintained for years cracked beneath the weight of her fury. This feeling was not going to fade. She would make sure of that.
By the time Selene returned to the Grail, her expression was cold, unreadable—a mask that concealed the storm inside. Her handlers, always distant and clinical, raised no questions when she told them that she had "taken care of" Victor. She delivered the report with a smooth, controlled voice, though her insides twisted. It was a lie. She hadn't even scratched the surface of what she wanted to do to him.
"I'll be taking a month off," she added, her tone casual, but her eyes gleamed with a dangerous edge. The handlers didn't protest. After all, she'd earned it, hadn't she?
Alone, Selene dove into the Grail's database, pouring through files and records. There were traces of him everywhere—Victor, the man who had left her behind without a second thought. But the more she dug, the more she realized she hadn't fully understood who—or what—he truly was.
Sabretooth. The name hit her like a shockwave. He wasn't just any mutant; he was one of the most feared villains in the world, infamous for his brutality, his body count, and his relentless nature. Her lips curled into a dangerous smile as she read about his long-standing feud with the X-Men. But what truly caught her eye was the name Logan.
Wolverine. Victor's bitterest enemy.
An idea began to take shape in her mind—dark, twisted, and full of promise. Revenge wasn't going to be as simple as a bullet or a knife in the back. No, she wanted to hit him where it would hurt the most. She wanted to tear at the very core of his life, to let him feel the weight of her anger, the fury of having been used and discarded like nothing.
Sabretooth thought he could just disappear. That he could leave her behind like some insignificant plaything. But Selene had no intention of letting him have the last laugh. This wasn't over—not by a long shot.
She closed the file on Logan, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew now how to get to Victor. And when the time came, he would know—he had unleashed something far worse than himself.
Her fingers traced the scars on her arms, symbols of an ancient power. Selene was not one to be forgotten or ignored. He would learn that soon enough.
The hunt had begun.
Victor stood in the bustling crowd, his eyes glued to the colorfully lit building. Lightweight girls, Logan's favorite stripclub and the place that Victor had tracked him down too.
It had been 5 days now since he'd left Selene, and he'd been… Irritable. Birdy had already had to calm him down 9 times, three in the last 24 hours.
He didn't regret leaving Selene alone to wake up there by herself, but if he'd known she'd have been a distraction anyway he would have just brought her. For the first time in his life, Victor was experiencing the feelings of being pent up.
He sheathed and unsheathed his claws as he skulked across the street, his long blonde hair brushed back as a smile crept onto his face. It would be a bloodbath. He and Logan would see each other and get right back to where they lost off last year, his claws ripping apart his spine.
Instead of seeing Logan drinking and partying, he smelled his scent in of the back areas. Smirking as walked through, slicing the bouncers head off as they attempted to stop him from catching his prey.
People screamed as he sniffed the air. For some reason he felt even more excited for this than he usually did. He moved torturing Logan, but this time was different, there was a different, almost familiar scent coming from the same vip area as his prey…
"Logan!" He yelled, laughing as he reached the back room The Wolverine was currently in. "How many times do I need to slaughter your whores before you under…stand."
Victor's voice faltered, genuine shock appearing on his face as he saw Selene, dressed like one of the strippers and bent over the vip room table, moaning exaggeratively as Logan slammed into her.
Logan growled at him, unsheathing his own set of claws and pulling out of Selene, leaving long claw marks around his back.
"God damnit Sabertooth," The Wolverine said, looking angry as Victor locked eyes with Selene, then moved to the claw marks healing on her back.
The Wolverine had marked his pet…
"Why can't you just leave me alo-"
Sabertooth crushed his jaws, or rather bent the adamantium casing protecting his bones, his eyes slits as he saw red, his fangs bared as he kicked Selene into the wall.
He stabbed his claws into the roof of Logan's mouth, grabbing his jaws and pulling them apart, the metal creaking as Logan widened his eyes in surprise at the sudden attack.
"You're dead!" Sabertooth snarled, not even glancing at Selene as he attempted to rip apart his oldest prey, intent on ending his hunt once and for all.
This was too far. No one touched what was his. Even though he had left, Selene would always be his, he had marked her, he'd came inside of her. He'd tamed her.
She was his…
~as I walk into your dagger for the last time, it's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow. where you can't seem to hold me, can't seem to let me go, so I can't find surrender and I can't keep control~
It hadn't been hard to track the Runt down. Selene was equally skilled at tracking as both feral men. It wasn't hard to get hired as a dancer the night before she knew he'd arrive. Honestly all of the plan was quite easy. Except for one thing.
Maybe she hadn't meant to go so far with Logan. Maybe originally Selene had planned only to flirt and to purr, winking those babydoll eyes at the tiny , angry man, nothing more.
But not only was a part of her exceedingly bitter, the other was devastatingly "down bad." Ever since Victor had broken her, she was in a constant mental fog. Wishing, longing for that beautiful pain just one more time.
She didn't know Logan would smell so much like him. No wonder they "got along" so well. Selene, on this night , was at the peak of her heat cycle. Like any canine or feline there was only one thought that consumed her : breed.
The night before this surprise rendezvous transpired, she endlessly ripped at the expensive silk sheets of her high rise New Jersey condo rental. Despite hunting, she intended to enjoy the most of her vacation; one of the benefits of being a Grail member was a seemingly endless line of credit. She hoped enjoying the finer things in life would distract her. It didn't.
Instead, she tore and ruined the ample pillows and comforter, trying to lay down but unable to be comfortable. It was a well known secret that "nesting" was a common trait in heat soaked vampires. The mentality behind it was that this is where seed would meet egg, where Selene would be filled and fertilized until the mission was a success. Prior to this, she'd always locked herself away, spent her heats in her nest alone, endlessly fingering her desperate cunt for a modicum of release.
But this heat was stronger than ever. She had no pills to suppress it. Any animal or…animalistic man would feel the pheromones cascading off her, a walking " Fuck me daddy, use me daddy, Make me scream daddy" above her head.
She was so stupid.
The minute Logan locked eyes with her in that smoky room, he knew. She didn't even have to do anything. In fact, he'd been the one to ask for a dance, he'd been the one to slide her panties to the side, and eat her out on the well used couch until she begged for his cock. And the Wolverine gave his cock gladly, cupping her warm ass cheeks against his rough hands, grunting.
He was a savage like Creed, but it was obvious that Logan had a far gentler way about him, and while the sex was hard, fast, and rough, he didn't go out of his way to maim and desecrate her.
Oh, he had claws too. Nice.
Anyways, the point is Selene got carried away by a mix of poor planning and her own revenge. So deeply was she invested in moaning for him, begging him, she didn't realize her /true/ owner had entered until she felt herself flying through the way and slamming hard into the wall. Dammit.
Selene hadn't smelled an air of danger like this ever. She was glad he didn't bother to look at her, as Victor's beserker eyes might have eviscerated her on the stop.
She watched the carnage, eyes wide. Speechless. From her research, the birthday tradition was never like /this./
Seizing the opportunity while he was distracted, she crawled out of the room and just…ran at breakneck speed. This wasn't the way to get Victor back; this signed her only grisly death warrant.
"Happy birthday Logan…" she whispered as she abandoned him for her own personal game. Was that, remorse she felt?
Her lungs burning, feet aching, her skimpy "minidress" drenched in sweat, Selene finally made it to her condo about 10 blocks away. The entire time she was waiting, anticipating a clawed hand to strike her down, gut her right in the streets, it never came.
She gave explicit instructions to the doorman to …it was pointless. He was dead if Victor showed up and no police would save her. For a split second she considered calling the Grail's emergency line but decided against it. They couldn't stop him either, and if anything, they could choose to detonate her on the spot as punishment for her addictive cunt causing a vast loss of personal.
The elevator ride had never been so long.
Shaking, she fumbled with the keys to her condo. Dropped them, cursed. After an eternity, she gained entry and slammed the door tight. She slid a bookcase in front. She locked the door to her bedroom as well, taking refuge in her nest. Selene knew it wouldn't be that easy, that he would come. It was just a waiting game. Her scent was too strong, it was like a treasure map.
Yellow eyes shut, and she tried to remember how she wound up in this fucked situation. She felt almost too scared to breathe, it made too much noise.
Deep down, in the 44th floor of the high rise, she knew her nest would be her grave.
She hoped he wouldn't make it quick.
"What's wrong bub," Logan grunted, managing a grin as he glared at Victor while the enraged man held him by his jaw. "I could smell you all over the broad, looks like she wanted a real man to fuck tonight." He taunted.
This was part of their usual game. Victor would hunt him down, killing anyone who got in his way before fighting and causing as much pain to Logan as possible. This time though, he wasn't interested in games.
He had to focus on Logan's scent, Selene's pheromones covering every inch of the room, making him harder than ever as he stared down at the short grisly Wolverine.
"Logan…" Victor said before letting go of him, surprising both of them as he felt a calm feeling wash over his mind.
The Glow.
He turned to see Birdy, looking unamused and downright annoyed at the two men.
"I never interfere with your games but you're really not in the right mindset for this right now Victor," She said, sighing as she looked over to Logan. "You should get out of here before I let him rip you apart…"
Birdy respected Victor, despite not agreeing with his brutal methods, she respected him enough to never change him. So imagine her surprise when he had arrived in New York, distracted and confused for the first time since she'd met him.
He was unstable, and unless she was by his side at all times he'd snap and go on a murder spree that would make war death numbers look like a nerf fight.
"Birdy…" Victor said, growling despite his heart, and mind, not being in it. He still wanted to eviscerate Logan for daring to touch his property, but Birdy continued forcing The Glow onto him.
"Let's go, you'll have to skip this year until you figure your shit out," she said sternly, looking unafraid as Logan sheathed his claws.
Victor watched him walk out of the vip room, his eyes stalking his prey, already planning his revenge. He'd kill Logan, but first he'd make him suffer. He had friends, he had family, he'd make them all a bloody mess before ending The Wolverine once and for all.
"Are you calmed down or should I just keep you under for a little while?" Birdy asked, crossing her arms as she stared at him.
It was then that Victor noticed how bloody he was. The entire strip club was cleared, blood and guts covering the walls as dozens of dead bodies scattered the floors. He hadn't even realized he had killed them all, how long had he been in the rage state before getting enough control to speak?
Now that he thought about it, Logan had been covered in blood. Had he been so distracted he had blacked out, massacring all these humans.
"How long-"
"Long enough for me to get here from the hideout, you guys were fighting for nearly an hour. We should leave before the X-men get here…"
Birdy said, glancing at the bloody sight and sighing.
"You go on back," Victor said, sniffing the air, his eyes turning to slits as he picked up that delicious scent. "That pet I told you about… I'll go fetch her first."
As he stepped out of the room Birdy grabbed his wrist, studying him suspiciously. She'd never seen Victor this caught up on someone, especially "prey" Even Logan was barely mentioned unless it was near the time for his yearly hunt.
"Are you going to kill her?" Birdy asked. Staring up at Victor as he looked down at her hand.
He snatched his wrist away, feeling the glow disappear, his rage still boiling beneath the surface, waiting to be tested and released again.
"Maybe a few times…" He replied, heading out of the strip club, ignoring the phones recording him and the people gawking at his bloodstained form, following Selene's scent back to a luxurious hotel.
"S-Sir, I have called the police. I recommend you do not step-" That was as far as the doorman got before his neck was shredded. There were three people in the lobby, and as he walked past them each one dropped, not able to scream before their hearts were ripped out.
He smells her scent on the elevator, growling lowly, her pheromones making a small change in that simmering rage state. The desire to breed Selene until she was properly tamed grew, but he pushed that feeling down for now. First, the toy needed to be punished.
This was the most disrespectful thing she had done yet. He didn't care too much that she had fucked another guy, she was his property and no one was allowed to touch her, but that's still not what had him so enraged.
She's gone after a weaker man. A wannabe predator that he'd hunted and toyed with for nearly a century at this point. His anger grew as he stepped into the elevator, pressing all the floor as he searched for her scent.
He didn't know how many times he'd kill her, choke her with her own entrails, drain her of her blood, but he knew she needed to be disciplined. If there was one thing he'd been taught as a child when his X-gene was manifesting, it was that Pets got punished if they misbehaved.
And Selene had gone above and beyond that…
Selene paced the length of her bedroom, her breath shallow and her heart pounding in her chest. The luxury of her penthouse felt like a cage, the dim lighting offering no comfort as her senses stretched beyond the walls, waiting for the inevitable. She had felt him before—his presence, the oppressive aura that crawled under her skin. Sabretooth was coming. Her instincts screamed at her to run, but there was nowhere to go. No place safe enough to hide.
The heavy furniture she had dragged in front of the door seemed like a laughable defense against someone like him. She knew it wouldn't stop him. Nothing would. Her fingers trembled as she pressed them against her forehead, whispering in a long-forgotten tongue—a prayer her mother had once taught her when she was just a child. Now, she felt like that child again, waiting for punishment, powerless.
"Elúra vos alme... úthra lúmen melkoren... save me from the darkness..."l her voice cracked. The symbols on her skin faintly glowed in response to her fear, barely visible in the shadows.
She backed herself into the corner of the room, curling into herself, her mind racing through every possible escape. None seemed plausible. He would tear through the walls, the doors, everything she put between them. She was no match for his raw power, not after what she'd done. Selene had thought she was clever, slipping away in the night after their encounter, but deep down, she had always known. Victor Creed never let anyone get away. Not unscathed.
Her sharp, vampiric senses picked up the faintest shift in the air outside—something primal, something predatory. Her blood ran cold. He was here.
Victor stood outside the room, Selene's scent strongest here. She was terrified, he could smell it in the air, exuding throughout the floor.
He knocked on the door, slow and deliberate, his claws tapping against the wood. He wouldn't bother breaking in. She'd open the door like a good pet and take her punishment.
"Selene," He said, his gruff voice echoing in his ears as her pheromones continued to fuck with his head. He pushed his lust down, his pupils enlarging, turning nearly his entire eye black as he knocked once more.
"Open the door," The predator said, waiting for his prey to obediently follow.
Selene stood on the other side of the door, her chest heaving with each shaky breath as Victor's voice cut through the silence. His presence on the other side was suffocating, his scent mixing with the heavy air. She could hear the slow, menacing tap of his claws against the wood—an unmistakable warning, a reminder of who held power in this moment.
Her fingers trembled as they brushed the handle. She could feel him—his predatory need, the simmering rage beneath the surface. She had felt that power before, knew exactly what he was capable of. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but there was no place to go, no escaping him.
"Victor..." she whispered under her breath, her voice almost breaking. She hated herself for the way her body reacted to him, hated the fear and the thrill that tangled in her chest.
But defiance was not a luxury she could afford. Not now.
She took a deep breath and, with a shaky hand, turned the handle, pulling the door open slowly. Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, she held his gaze, knowing the inevitable submission would follow.
"Hey..." she whispered, her voice barely audible as she lowered her gaze, her heart pounding against her ribs.
In that moment, she knew she was exactly where he wanted her—trapped, vulnerable, and his.