Victor sniffed the air, picking up several mutant scents. He knew the main Brotherhood hideout was hidden using the railroad system, and as he smelled the familiar scent of Magneto, he grinned and patted Selene's ass.
"This way," He said, nodding to Birdy as the blonde eyed the hand on Selene's ass, her aroused scent only growing. They'd need to deal with her soon. But first, he had a witch to hunt.
Victor hated the New York subway system. It was dirty, filled with degenerative and disgusting humans. Weaklings that felt safe in their simple cages of society.
They rode several trains through different tunnels, finally hopping off after an hour and standing in what looked like an abandoned part of the subway.
"Selene," he said, his voice rough as he licked his lips. "Find them."
Despite being more than well fed and well fucked, Selene couldn't help but lick her chomps at the dizzying scents of the subway. So many exposed, warm, heady arteries. Her lover had strictly reminded her to stay in line as they didn't want to attract any attention. Which was bad enough currently, as the Vampire, despite the warm summer day and humidity, was dressed in a long black dress, with matching gloves, sunglasses, and a fashionable hat. "If you don't like it, we should have gone at night," she reminded him.
The abandoned subway tunnel was a perfect sanctuary. Cool, quiet, and utterly dark. The kind of darkness that wrapped around you like a shroud, comforting, familiar. Selene inhaled deeply, savoring the thick, damp air. This was the kind of place that made her think of home—places where the sun never reached, where the shadows reigned and the cold bit into your skin like a lover's embrace.
"Perfect spot for a lair," she whispered to herself, running her fingertips along the slick stone wall as she moved through the labyrinth. Victor and Birdy lingered behind her, but their presence barely registered. She was in her element now, her senses sharp and precise, cutting through the stale air like a blade.
The tunnel was a maze of twisting paths, grated metal doors, and dead ends. Most of the entries led nowhere, and she could tell just by the way the air shifted beyond the doors. Stale, unmoving, dead. But she kept moving forward, each step soundless as she stalked through the murky underbelly of the city. Every now and then, she glanced back, hearing Victor's impatient huff behind her, but he didn't matter now. Only the hunt mattered.
Then she saw it. A faint shimmer on one of the grates—something so small it was nearly invisible in the gloom. But her eyes, so accustomed to the dark, caught it immediately. Blood. Dried, old, but it called to her like a whisper. She crouched down, brushing her finger across the speck of crimson, lifting it to her lips. The familiar metallic taste sent a ripple of excitement through her.
Her eyes flashed as she stood, her voice cool but certain. "This is the entrance."
She could feel Victor's presence closing in behind her, his hulking form radiating raw energy. But it didn't matter. She had found the way. The blood never lied.
"Would've missed it without me," she thought, a flicker of satisfaction tugging at the corner of her lips.
She stepped back, allowing Victor to take in the scene. The blood had marked the path, and now the hunt would continue.
Victor growled, sniffing the air himself as he nodded. "Yeah… they're this way all right." He pulled her in for a rough kiss as Birdy pulled out two glocks, smirking despite being a little frustrated by the pda. Victor led the two women down the tunnel, sniffing the air every few steps as the faint scents grew stronger, finally, her turned into a large opening, dark and damp, but filled with several mutant scents. "Hey!" He snarled out. "Anybody home?" Victor unsheathed his claws, but it wasn't in time to dodge or block the flurry of punches.
"Hey Vic," Quiksilver said, stopping behind Birdy, looking her up and down before flashing away, sending a kick to Victor's balls and glaring up at him.
"I told him you'd come here to find her." Victor growled, ignoring the pain as he looked at the most annoying of the brotherhood mutants. Out of all of them he hated Pietro the most. When Victor had worked for Magneto, Pietro had been the one he wanted to kill the most, still was. "Your sister… Bring her to me and your little group can survive another day, I just need her…" Victor grinned madly, his claws extended, hoping, no. Praying that Pietro gave him a reason to slaughter the group. They had a useless sentiment, wanting to be above the humans? Mutants were already above them, but beasts reigned at the top. The other brotherhood mutants appeared, Mystique, Magneto, Rogue, Toad, and a few others he never bothered learning the names of. "Girls…" He said, growling low as he ripped off his jacket, seeing Scarlet Witch next to Magneto, red energy surrounding her hands. "Time for a slaughter!"
Mystique smirks, her blue skin shimmering as she circles Selene, eyes gleaming with malice. "Victor's flavor of the week, huh?" she taunts, her voice dripping with condescension. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You're not the first-and you certainly won't be the last." With a smooth, fluid motion, Mystique's form begins to shift. Her body elongates, her skin paling to match Selene's, her hair growing long and dark, eyes turning that familiar amber hue. In a heartbeat, she's an exact mirror of the vampire, every curve and feature identical. She saunters over to Sabretooth, running her hand slowly down his chest, lips curling into a wicked grin. "Remember all the good times we had, Victor?" she purrs, her voice sultry as she looks up at him through her lashes. "Our son, the fun we used to have... Can't imagine you've forgotten everything, have you?"
Selene stands ready, fangs bared, as her blood boils over. Pietro's touch on Victor was one thing, but Mystique's words dig deeper.
"Flavor of the month?" she snarls, amber eyes flashing. "Is that what you tell yourself to cope?" Her gaze locks onto Mystique, venom in every syllable. "Son? Whatever sick fantasy you have, I hope you enjoyed it. Because it ends now."
Mystique's laughter only fuels Selene's growing rage. Selene feels her control slipping with every second, the hunger gnawing at her.
"We're outnumbered, but I hope Birdy's up for a challenge," she says, her voice dark and deliberate. Then she feels Toad lurch toward her. A single swipe of her claws slices through his tongue like butter before she lunges, fangs ripping into his throat. She stands over his twitching body, blood dripping from her lips.
"Disgusting." She spits, wiping her mouth. "I've tasted better blood from rats in the gutter." Her eyes shift to a deep scarlet, her bloodlust heightening as she glances at the Brotherhood, her voice a low, haunting whisper.
"Pray to whatever gods you believe in. Ask them why they abandoned you... before you die tonight."
Pietro moves, but Selene is ready. Time slows as her senses sharpen, predicting the speedster's next move. With surgical precision, she kneels and slashes, severing his Achilles tendons before he even realizes his mistake. He collapses to the ground in agony.
She stands tall, gaze fixed on Mystique. "Eight to three," she growls to Victor and Birdy. "Mystique is mine."
"You wish, Sugah!" Rogue chuckled, removing her gloves. "Ma mama about to pick her teeth with her bones."
The vampire let out an unhinged, wicked cackle. "Oh is that so girl? Then I'll make her watch as I desecrate you."
Victor grins as he watches Selene easily dispose of Toad, taking down Pietro just as quickly. He had his own ways of taking the runt down, but he admitted in his head he probably wouldn't have done it as easily.
Focusing on Magneto and Scarlett he bared his fangs, his tongue running along the sharpness.
"Eric!" He bellowed, eyes on the prize. "Hand over your daughter to me, you know better than to get between me and a hunt, or should I remind you of the last time you tried?"
Meanwhile, Birdy dodged long sharp nails, frowning as she focused, her glock digging into the neck of her attacker and letting off three shots.
She blocked the senses of three others, blowing their brains out and smirking toward Rogue.
"You handle her mother Selene, I'd hate to see you get your claws dirty on someone so weak. It's beneath you…"
Birdy reloaded her guns, walking toward Rogue and pointing both of them toward her. "Still think I'm just Victor's slut Sugah?" Birdy mocked, letting off shots as Rogue dodged and ran the opposite way of Mystique and Selene.
"Look at her," Mystique's voice drifted in from somewhere, distant and cruel. "She's breaking. Victor really did a number on you, didn't he, Selene? What do you think he feels watching you now ?"
The telepath had done their job well. Selene was lost in her mind, lost in her trauma.
But then, as suddenly as the visions had begun, they started to fade. A sharp, familiar sensation surged into her consciousness—like a mental slap. Birdy. Selene felt Birdy's presence slicing through the chaos, her mind clearing as the telepath's hold was broken.
It was too late.
Selene gasped for breath, but her body had been weakened by the assault. She dropped to her knees, her claws digging into the earth as she struggled to regain control of her mind and her powers.
Mystique stepped closer, her form shifting back to its natural state, while Rogue stood beside her, arms crossed, watching Selene with an amused smirk. They loomed over her, their shadows stretching long in the moonlight.
"You're pathetic," Mystique sneered. "I thought you were supposed to be powerful. You're nothing but a broken little girl."
Selene clenched her fists, her eyes squeezing shut. She could hear the chaos around her, Magneto shielding Wanda and Pietro from incoming attacks. Everything was unraveling.
"I—" Selene's voice was barely a whisper as she struggled to hold on. "Birdy... Victor... run."
Her voice was strained, her mind teetering on the edge. Deep within her, she could feel it stirring. That dark, primal part of herself. The other side.
The thing that even she feared.
"Run, before it's too late..."
Victor wasn't paying attention to the girl's fights, with his prey right in front of him, nothing could make him stop.
"You've fallen from the great Sabretooth I used to know…" Eric said distastefully, floating into the air, followed by his daughter as the two looked down on him.
"Great hunter how does it-"
Magneto widened his eyes, cut off by Sabertooth soaring into the air and grabbing the older man's leg, slamming him hard into the concrete.
"No time for talking Eric. I don't work for you N'more," Victor said, growling as his stance became more animalistic. Something in the air was making him want to run wild, he wanted to slaughter all his prey, tear them apart and water the earth with their blood.
"Father!" Wanda screamed, sending a blast of magic Victor's way. He knew magic though, he knew her magic very well. Victor was old, older than Wolverine, perhaps even older than Selene, though he wasn't entirely sure about that one. He'd seen and fought against a lot.
He dodged to the right, jumping into the air again and raking his claws along Wanda's face, gouging her eyes out and falling down with her in his clutches. On the way down her throat tore open, then her stomach, her arm ripped off, thrown astray as he tore her body in two, by the time they hit the ground Wanda Maximoff was just a pile of blood and bones.
Victors eyes glinted with predatory rage, eyeing Eric as the old man coughed and tried to raise himself. He wasn't the warrior Sabertooh had known, a damn shame.
Victor sniffed the air, enjoying the ancient evil scent he smelled. Its affect on his mind was great, bringing him into one of his rage's as he stalked toward Eric, picking the man's daughter out of his teeth.
"Victor!" He finally heard Birdy's screams as the glow washed over him. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but as he turned he saw… Selene?
Akasha-Selene stands in the center of it all, wings outstretched, chest heaving. Between her foul , massive jaws, a girl no more than four screamed, being devoured alive. She screamed and screamed in agony, everything below her torso being bitten, chewed, and turned into pulp. Blood pours out her eyes and mouth before her body stills.
The…creature, stares at her companions, dead child still in her maw. She is a vision of destruction, a creature born of nightmares, and for a moment, she simply basks in the horror she has wrought.
"Victor!" Birdy had screamed, forcing him back to normal with Magneto in his palms.
"What is it!?" He growled, angry at being stopped, but even more angry that he couldn't feel that primal rage anymore. It was addictive, something had set him off, and for those few fleeting moments, he'd been a god. "Selene's… Well I don't even know what just happened, but she went down that way," Birdy pointed, her eyes flashing as she turned back and shot, hitting magneto square in the forehead with her special glass bullets.
Victor grunted, annoyed as dozens of pieces of shrapnel and stray bullets fell to the ground after Magneto breathed his last breath. "So? It's a hunt. A good rampage never hurt anyone…" Victor said, dropping the dead old man and looking at his ripped clothing. He wanted that feeling back, but Birdy was still suppressing his rage as she slipped her guns back in their holsters.
Sniffing Selene out, they came across absolute carnage. Bodies strewn about, ripped limbs, torn out hearts, and the delightful scent of death filled the air. Smelling her scent closer, they reached Mystiques body, and Victor couldn't help but grin. "Heh, serves her right…" He said, spitting on the dead woman before continuing along to Selene. The only word Victor could describe the scene before him was beautiful. A perfect artwork of death. The peak of rampages.
His eyes locked onto Selene, though she looked nothing like he remembered. She was taller than him, leathery wings attacked to her back as she chewed on a child. He saw her small look of horror at what she'd done. Though he wasn't sure why, if he ever had doubts about Selene they were gone now.
She was perfect, truly a worthy person to be his pet. He walked forward without fear, smelling plenty of it on Birdy as the woman tried to step over blood and guts.
He looked up at Selene, grinning and reaching out for her. "Good job…" He grunted out, his eyes shining as he took out his phone to report a job done. He'd have to reward Selene somehow after this, though he wasn't sure what she'd like…
Selene's bloodied lips curled back over sharp teeth as Victor's kiss pressed against her, her body rigid, trembling with a hunger barely sated by the carnage at her feet. The leathery wings twitched behind her, like a predator unsure whether to pounce or fly. Her pupils dilated, fixating on the child's body in her grasp before flicking back to Victor's smug face.
The scent of him, of them, of the blood-soaked battlefield filled her nostrils, but it wasn't the dead that kept her poised—it was him. Victor, so close, so reckless.
Her lips parted, breath ragged and low, the taste of iron thick on her tongue. "You think...," she whispered, voice hoarse, as her talons flexed around the remains, "...this is for you?" She let the mangled body drop to the ground with a wet thud, her gaze darkening.
In a flash, she moved—too fast for Birdy to react. In one fluid motion, she was in front of Victor, her hand at his throat, claws just grazing his skin. "Reward me?" Her voice was a deadly hiss, barely human. "I don't need your praise. Your control."
Her grip tightened slightly, just enough to remind him of what she could do—what she was capable of. "You want to leash a monster, Victor?" Her eyes gleamed dangerously, her teeth bared in a wicked smile. "You're not nearly strong enough to hold me."
The blood on her hands, the scent of death surrounding them, only seemed to invigorate her. She tilted her head, gaze flickering briefly to Birdy before returning to Victor. "You think this was a job? No, human, it is what it means to be alive. Nothing else matters."
With a snarl, she released him, stepping back, wings flaring wide as she hovered, towering above both of them. "This is just the beginning. I choose when the hunt ends."
A deep hiss filled the room, the Dark Goddess in her full glory.
"Maybe you shall be my next meal…." She frowned, sensing a foreign disturbance in her head. "Stop that, girl." she warned Birdy harshly , poison spraying just inches away from her companions as warning.
Victor frowned, he wasn't one for feeling small. "Now that I think on it…" He said, his eyes turning to slits, his muscles bulking up and his veins pulsing noticeably. "It's been a while since I beat your ass hasn't it?"
Victor pulled Birdy behind him, not to protect her, but to get her out of the way. His bloodlust peaked, the fresh kills like an offering to the god of beasts.
"Selene when you glare like that…" Victor lunged forward, ducking under Selene's talons and ripping his teeth into her wings. "It just makes me want to tear those pretty eyes right out…"
Selene felt the sharp rip of Victor's teeth against her wings, but the pain only fueled her fury. Her eyes flashed crimson as his words echoed in her ears—tear those pretty eyes out? He had no idea what he was up against.
Before he could sink his teeth in deeper, Selene twisted violently, her wings snapping outward with an inhuman strength, sending him crashing backward with a force that cracked the ground beneath him. His snarling figure recovered quickly, but she was already upon him.
Her speed was blinding, far beyond his expectations. When he lunged again, claws out, but Selene caught him mid-attack, one hand seizing his wrist with a bone-crushing grip. The sound of his bones grinding together echoed as she smirked, leaning in close, her voice a dangerous whisper.
"You're nothing but a brute playing at power." With a flick of her wrist, she twisted his arm behind him with a sickening crack, forcing him to his knees. Victor's growls and his feeble attempt to rise only fuel her; Selene's wings lashed out like whips, tearing deep into his flesh, leaving trails of blood in their wake.
"Did you really think you could challenge me?" she mocked, her voice venomous. Before he could respond, she slammed him into the ground, her foot pressing down on his chest, pinning him in place. Victor strained, his muscles bulging as he tried to throw her off, but Selene only applied more pressure, her talons grazing his throat.
"Look at you... all that strength, and yet you're still beneath me." She leaned down, fangs bared, her lips grazing his ear. "Let me show you why I was never yours to control."
In a flash, she grabbed him by the throat, lifting his massive frame off the ground effortlessly. His eyes widened in shock as she squeezed tighter, cutting off his air, the fury in her eyes burning like fire. He thrashed, clawing at her arm, but his strength meant nothing here. Selene was beyond him now, a predator among beasts.
"You're nothing but a footnote in my story," she spat, throwing him across the battlefield. Victor's body smashed through the remains of corpses and debris, coming to a skidding halt at Birdy's feet.
Selene hovered above him, wings spread wide, casting a shadow over his broken form. "Try again if you want, Victor. But you'll only get one chance at survival. Submit... or die."
Her eyes flicked to Birdy, daring her to make a move. But neither of them could stop her now.
Victor sat there, breathing heavily as she hovered above him.
"Submit or die," She had said. Submit…
Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit. Submit? Submit? Submit? Submit?
Victors growled low, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he stood up, his body healing rapidly, as if Selene had done no damage at all.
"You think because you're throwing a tantrum that I'll submit to my bitch? Know your place pet, even those stronger than me are below me. I'm not afraid to die, but I know I'll crawl out of hell and find you if I do…"
Something animalistic, something old and primal awakened in Victor. He'd always had his instincts, that animal nature that made him who he was. He felt it, he couldn't beat Selene, but he'd be damned if he was gonna submit to her either. She was a pet, a bitch to satisfy his cock with, he'd never submit.
"Get outta here Birdy," Victor snarled, dropping to all fours and circling the hovering vampire, like a lion making his last stand.
'Rip. Tear. Slaughter.'
Selene hovered above him, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, her lips curling into a wicked smile. His defiance, his refusal to submit, it sent a thrill through her, fueling the fire of her hunger. She could see the beast in him, the animal that would never bow, never yield. And it enticed her.
"Submit... or die," she had said, and even now, as Victor circled her like a wild predator, she could feel the raw energy coursing between them, thick and electric. His growl, his feral stance, none of it intimidated her. If anything, it amused her.
"Do you truly think you have a choice, Victor?" Selene purred, her voice soft but dripping with cruel delight. She floated down just enough so that her gaze was level with his. "You speak of not submitting to a bitch, yet here you are, on all fours, snarling like a dog. Who's the pet, really?"
Her eyes narrowed as she watched him, the air between them heavy with tension. She knew Victor's strength, his resilience. But she also knew his limits. She had tasted them, felt them bend and strain beneath her power. He could heal, yes, but he was not invincible. Not to her.
"You speak of crawling out of hell to find me," she mocked, her tone cold and sharp, "but darling, I am hell. And I will drag you back to it again and again, until you beg for my mercy."
Her feet touched the ground now, and she took a slow, deliberate step toward him, her expression darkening. "You may be primal, you may be wild, but I am eternal. I have devoured gods, Victor. You are nothing but a plaything to me."
She tilted her head, studying him like a predator sizing up her prey, the silence between them thick with the promise of violence. And yet, something in her posture shifted—just enough to let him know that his defiance excited her. It challenged her in a way few things did.
"Rip. Tear. Slaughter?" she echoed mockingly, the edge of her voice curling into a laugh. "Go ahead, then. Try."
Selene's voice dropped to a near whisper, her fangs gleaming as her smirk widened. "But remember this, Victor: when you fail, when you fall… I will be the one standing over you. And you will call me mistress."
With that, she stepped back, hovering just out of his reach, daring him to make his move, her eyes locked on him, waiting, watching, craving the battle that was about to unfold.
Victor growled like a wild animal, his mind gone for this moment as Birdy let her influence drop. She hadn't done this in years, ever since he'd ripped apart an entire country. Luckily the government had covered it up; no one even remembered the real population of the world anyway, but nearly 100,000 had died that day.
"Rip…" He snarled, claws slicing through the stone underneath them, his slitted eyes scanning over the room in a second. "Tear…" He couldn't win, this fight was useless, a pointless struggle for the beast.
But how could he submit when he was the highest predator? Devoured gods? He'd never found the apocalypse impressive. She was hell? He'd been there, he'd fought Mephisto and returned alive.
"Slaughter!" Faster than he'd ever moved before he was on the wall, bursting toward Selene and Raking his claws across her neck, biting into her arm at the same time.
He was ready for death. No, he welcomed it. He'd never died before, and how could he be the greatest hunter if he didn't follow his prey right into death itself?
Selene's eyes blazed with fury as Victor lunged at her, his claws slicing through the air. She felt the searing pain of his bite on her arm, his claws raking across her neck, but it only fueled the dark fire within her. The rage of centuries poured out, and she attacked with a savagery that matched his. Her power flared, the darkness within her consuming everything, a maelstrom of violence as she slashed back at Victor, sending him crashing into the walls. Each strike was merciless, ripping into him with a strength that could have torn lesser beings apart. Blood painted the room as she fought, her mind clouded by an all-consuming need to destroy. "You think you're the apex predator, Victor?" she hissed through clenched teeth, slamming him to the ground with a force that shattered the stone beneath them.
"You are nothing to me! I will end you and you will be forgotten in the wake of my power!" Her hands, glowing with dark energy, lifted to deliver the final blow, to finish him once and for all. But just as she was about to strike, something inside her faltered. The energy that had driven her began to wane, slipping away as exhaustion washed over her. She staggered back, her vision blurring, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The power that had surged through her, the rage that had consumed her, drained away, leaving her weak. Her form flickered, and in an instant, she transformed back into her normal self—no longer the terrifying creature of darkness, but a dazed and confused Selene.
She looked around, eyes wide, taking in the carnage that surrounded her. Blood, broken stone, shattered furniture—it was as though she had walked into a nightmare. Her heart raced as she scanned the scene, her gaze finally falling on Victor, battered and barely conscious, lying in a pool of blood. "Victor..." she whispered, panic rising in her chest. She scrambled toward him, her hands trembling as she knelt beside his broken form. "What happened? Who did this to you?"
Her voice cracked, filled with concern as she gently touched his face, her eyes searching for answers. "Victor, please," she begged, her tone frantic, not understanding how they had come to this. "Who hurt you? What... what have you done?" Tears welled in her eyes, confusion and guilt flooding her mind as she hovered over him, desperate to know how everything had spiraled out of control.
Victor didn't answer, growling at Selene and raking his claw across her face. His wounds slowly healed, trying to keep up with the damage she had caused.
Birdy put him to sleep, glaring at Selene and clicking a button on the side of her gun. Instantly it morphed into a giant laser weapon, which she pressed against the back of Selene's head.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now for hurting him." She said, anger winning over common sense. Kicking the confused Selene she yelled again.
"Well! Give me a fucking reason!"
When Selene still didn't answer Birdy tackled her to the ground, slamming the oversized rifle against the vampire's head over and over again, spitting and hitting and throwing an absolute fit.
Selene didn't react to Victor's growl or the claws that raked across her face. The pain was sharp, but the confusion and guilt swirling inside her were more overwhelming than anything physical. His wounds were healing, but the sight of the damage she had done struck her harder than any of his blows.
When Birdy's voice cut through the fog, Selene blinked, barely registering the gun pressed against the back of her head. The threat in her voice, the fury radiating from her—it was all distant, muffled, like Selene was in a trance. Her mind was racing, trying to piece together what had happened, how things had escalated so violently.
"Reason…?" she muttered, dazed, barely recognizing the question. She didn't even move when Birdy kicked her, the force sending her stumbling forward. The vampire's usually sharp instincts were dulled, lost in the haze of her own mind. She still couldn't understand—why had she attacked Victor? Why had everything spiraled so far out of control?
Suddenly, the world blurred as Birdy tackled her, slamming her to the ground. The rifle struck her head again and again, and Selene barely had the strength or the clarity to defend herself. Blood smeared across the floor as Birdy continued her assault, each strike sending Selene's mind further into chaos.
Finally, something snapped. In the middle of the pain, in the frenzy of the attack, Selene's voice cracked, weak but filled with a desperate plea.
"I—I didn't mean to!" she screamed, her voice trembling as her arms weakly tried to shield her face. "I don't know what happened! I didn't mean to hurt him!"
Shame stung her eyes as she scrambled back, pinned beneath Birdy's weight. "Please—stop! I—" her voice broke again, "I didn't want this. I don't know how it happened…"
Her confusion, her regret, her fear—it all poured out as she lay there, vulnerable, barely recognizing herself in this moment of weakness. All she knew was the crushing guilt and the desperate desire to make things right, even if she didn't know how.
Birdy paused, tears in her eyes as she held the rifle high. She stared Selene in the eyes, ignoring the blood gushing from cuts and her nose.
"Well… I understand that." She said softly, sliding off and turning her rifle back to normal. She held a hand out. "Let's get him out of here, the boss doesn't like being vulnerable, not even for a few minutes."
The three went back to the hotel, Birdy blocking everyone's perceptions as she stayed silent the entire way back, glancing at Victor every so often.
It was an unspoken understanding, that things would only continue to deteriorate from here.