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Warnings for homelessness, dubious consent later on, possessive behavior, abduction, mentioned threats of gangrape, organ harvesters and human trafficking.

What do we have here?

Now, when Clarke had woken up that morning, she hadn't counted on what would happen hours afterwards. At night, when climbing out of the sewer where she lived. She hadn't counted on what had found her.

"Well, what do we have here?" A woman asked, a cruel chuckle that made Clarke freeze where she was.

Usually, her survival instincts were so sharp, that as soon as she detected danger, she was out of a location in only seconds. However, because the place she'd been living in for almost a year now, had just been discovered, and there was something about that voice that told her that if she tried to run, it would be a serious mistake, Clarke slowly turned around and looked at where the voice had come from.

She shivered as she took in the sight of the figures beneath the lights of the lampposts.

Twelve women. Nine men.

A woman with shoulder length red hair that was curled at the ends, with dangerous looking emerald eyes and a smirk on her face.

A woman with blonde hair in a ponytail and light green eyes.

A woman with long, dark hair in a ponytail with hazel eyes.

A woman with long dark hair that went past her shoulders and hazel eyes.

A woman with shoulder length white-blonde hair and gray eyes.

A woman with long, orange hair and pale blue eyes.

A woman with long, brown hair and light brown eyes.

A very tall, very pale woman, with high cheekbones and long, black hair and blue eyes.

A woman with short, light blonde hair and dark brown eyes.

A dark-skinned woman with long, black hair in a ponytail and light brown eyes.

A woman with long, brown hair secured back with hairclips and bright blue eyes.

A pale woman with long, black hair and hazel eyes.

A large man with long gold hair and beard and blue eyes.

A slim man with long, black hair and bright blue.

A man with short and untidy black hair and beard and brown eyes.

A man with smoothed back blond hair and blue eyes.

A man with fluffy, messy white hair and a shadow of a beard formed and blue eyes.

A black man with very short, black hair and dark brown eyes.

A muscled man with cut short, black hair and dark brown eyes.

A man with short curls of salt and pepper hair and dark brown eyes.

And a man with short, light brown, almost very dark brown hair. Dirty blonde, really. And green-blue eyes.

All of these individuals awaited Clarke as she had climbed up out of the sewer's storm drain.

Clarke stepped back when she saw these people, shivering when she saw the expressions on their faces.

They looked…hungry.

"Um," Clarke said, swallowing, "Hi. Sorry, but I need to go get something. So, sorry if I'm bothering you, but I need to be on my way."

"Oh," the woman with the dark red hair and green eyes said, still smirking, "Don't worry, darling. You're not bothering us in any way."

"In fact," the woman with white-blonde hair said and Clarke realized that the woman with the white-blonde hair, had been the one that had spoken first, when Clarke had climbed out of the sewer, "You can bother us more, if you'd like."

Clarke shifted. She had no idea what was going on here. However, she would prefer not to find out if there was anything…nefarious was happening here, as overwrought and corny as that might sound.

She hadn't survived on the streets for six years for nothing. There were all types of threats on the streets, looking for women to take advantage of. Not just rapists. Human traffickers, organ harvesters and other types of horrifying people.

If she was about to have her organs taken or be thrown into human trafficking? Then she'd fight tooth and nail till the end. They'd have to kill her to do it.

Seeing her fierce expression, the orange-haired woman spoke, smiling gently, "It's alright, dear, we won't hurt you, I promise. Can you tell us your name?"

"Why the hell do you wanna know my name?" Clarke asked, tense, stepping back again.

"Don't run away," the white, brown-haired woman with brown eyes warned, stepping forward, the dirty-blond-haired man with blue-green eyes that was next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her, "You won't be able to escape. We'll catch up easily. The best you can do? Is come with us. Things will be easier if you do."

"Laura," the dirty-blond-haired man said to the woman, looking worried as he shot a glance at Clarke.

The pale woman with black hair and hazel eyes snapped flippantly, glaring at this Laura, "Great fucking job, Barton. Why don't you show her your fangs too? I'm sure that'll really get her into bed with you."

Clarke blinked, confused, as she stared at the woman who had just spoken. In bed with her? What did that mean?

Clarke vaguely wondered for a second if this was a group of rapists, which was bizarre, since most gang rapists were mainly men. In fact, as far as she knew, she had yet to hear of a group of women gangraping someone. And she hadn't even heard of a group made up of men and women assaulting someone sexually.

Then again, she supposed that there was a first time for everything.

The big muscled blonde man with the blonde beard and blue eyes thundered, smiling at Clarke, "Enough of this. Beloved, we won't harm you. We swear. Just come with us. You'll see we mean you no harm."

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys are on," Clarke said, deciding that she had to run now and come back for her things later, now that people knew where she lived, and this location was no longer safe, "But I'm not going anywhere."

She whirled around and started running.

However, she didn't get far.

Several seconds before this?

Several seconds before this, the vampires had all watched as the source of the feeling they had felt all these hours, had climbed up out of a storm drain of the sewer.

That's right, the person whom the vampires all could feel themselves being drawn to, who was meant for all of them? Apparently, lived in a storm drain of the sewer.

They watched as their mate, a homeless person, it seemed, climbed up out of the drain, and they took in her appearance.

As to be expected of one who clearly had not had a home for a long time, she was thinner than she perhaps should have been for her age and height. She had long, white-blond hair and was pale. They didn't get a look at her eyes, because she hadn't faced them yet.

All of the vampires watched her, fascinated. She was dressed in dark clothing.

The vampires looked at each other. They all were thinking similar things, not caring about the smelly scent wafting off of the girl that had just emerged out of the drain.

What they were thinking was that they needed her, now. And she was homeless? Well, she wouldn't be for much longer. They would give her a home. One where she wouldn't have to worry about hunger or having a place to sleep, ever again.

They could practically feel each other's desire for this young woman. The scent of how long it was since the woman had taken a shower or a bath didn't affect their desires. It just made them wish to hold her, to protect her. To bathe her themselves and pleasure her while they did it. To restrain her arms while one of them soaked soap suds all over her, massaging her breasts in the process, while another one of them palmed the young woman's cunt, making her moan.

They wanted to take her away from here, to keep her in their home where she would know nothing but love, pleasure and luxury for the rest of eternity.

"Well," Sylvie said, finally breaking the silence, "What do we have here?"

The young woman gasped and whirled around, facing the vampires. At last, they saw the young woman's face fully and her eyes. Bright beautiful blue eyes. A startled and lovely face.

The woman observed each of them, confused and frightened. She mumbled out, "Um….hi. Sorry, but I need to go get something. So, sorry if I'm bothering you, but I need to be on my way."

"Oh," Natasha said, smirking predatorily as her eyes glinted with delight as she took in the sight of this young woman, "Don't worry, darling. You're not bothering us in any way."

"In fact," Sylvie said, staring at the young woman in the same way, "You can bother us more, if you'd like."

They could practically feel this young woman's unease, her fear. It was very likely that all sorts of horror stories were going through this young woman's mind. Stories of what happened to young women on the streets.

Pepper finally, was the one that spoke. She said, trying to reassure their fragile, human mate, "It's alright, dear, we won't hurt you, I promise. Can you tell us your name?"

Yes, of the many things that they wanted to know about this young woman? Was her name.

However, as they had expected, the young woman just threw more suspicion at them. She demanded, eyes hard, "Why the hell do you wanna know my name?"

Natasha's smirk widened, Yelena snickered, Melina sighed, but smiled and Pietro and Clint both smirked. Thor, Brunnhilde and Carol smiled. Tony was fighting a snort and all three Sylvie, Hela and Loki smirked.

This one was a fighter.

"Don't run away," Laura warned stepping closer to the young woman, and Clint tried to calm her by putting his hand on her shoulder, "You won't be able to escape. We'll catch up easily. The best you can do? Is come with us. Things will be easier if you do."

Tony and Pepper both fought the need to facepalm at Laura's aggressiveness. Not that it was a surprise. They'd heard of Laura and Clint's escapades. Vampires tended to gossip about sex, sometimes even more than humans, since there wasn't all that much shame surrounding sex for vampires, like there was for humans. And Laura was well-known for being dominant and aggressive.

"Laura," Clint whispered, glancing worriedly at Clarke.

Jessica, however, had no patience. She spat at Laura, glaring at the brunette, "Great fucking job, Barton. Why don't you show her your fangs too? I'm sure that'll really get her into bed with you."

This remark must have caused this woman some suspicion about what was happening, because she looked at Jessica in alarm.

Again, she likely was trying to figure out what dangerous scenario she should be fearful of at the moment.

"Enough of this," Thor said, stepping closer, looking at the woman, "Beloved, we won't harm you. We swear. Just come with us. You'll see we mean you no harm."

"Yeah, I don't know what you guys are on," The woman said, not taking Thor's words at face value, "But I'm not going anywhere."

That was when things happened much more quickly.

The vampires, they were not going to let their mate get away. She belonged with them as they belonged with her.

And letting her escape would destroy them.

So, when the woman whirled around and tried to run, the vampires all moved fast. Very fast.

Humans couldn't move very quickly. Vampires, on the other hand, could move faster than any known species. Even animals like the cheetah, were slow by comparison.

They shot away from where they had stood just moments before, surrounded the young woman, with their hands shooting out and grabbing the young woman, restraining her.

Almost as soon as they did, they heard the woman's heart rate go up, and could smell her fear along with the unpleasant smell of her time on the streets.

They couldn't blame her for her fear. They didn't want her to fear them and they'd never hurt her. But they couldn't blame her.

But it was alright. They'd show her soon that there was nothing to be afraid of.