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Warnings for talk of brutal murders and severe warnings for rape and forced orgasm and all around just not okay behavior.

The breaking point

This was the last straw. The breaking point. The end of their rope. As much as they wish they could have more restraint, be encumbered by some form of civility. But they couldn't be. Not any longer. They needed her. They needed Clarke. What they were going to be doing? It was inexcusable. Absolutely inexcusable. The twenty-five vampires hated themselves for the choice they were about to make. They loved Clarke. So much. They'd never hurt her for all the world.

But they just couldn't bear it any longer.

She was their mate. And they had protected her for years. Since Clarke was seven. Clarke was a full-grown woman now. Mature, physically.

She had taken on so many lovers over the years. So many.

Her first partner ever, when Clarke was sixteen, after she'd been adopted by the Bartons, was Dax Summers, and he had been a monster. He had intended to give Clarke to his friends so they could gangrape her.

So, Clarke's mates had done what they had needed to do. They had grabbed Dax and Dax's friends off the streets and had broken every bone in their bodies and then killed them and had left their corpses by the river not far from the house where Clarke lived with her adoptive family.

And after that, a few years after Clarke had somewhat recovered, she had flitted from one sexual partner to another.

It really didn't even need to be said how unhealthy her habits were.

Not just sexually, but how much danger she put herself in as a general rule.

As a result, Clarke's twenty-five soulmates, feared for her daily.

They stood by where she lived, making sure Clarke was safe at all times. She now lived on the grounds of a college campus and was going to be graduating in a year.

But there would be no need for that.

All twenty-five of Clarke's mates had decided on it.

Personally? It destroyed all of them to know what they were going to have to do, but they just couldn't take it anymore.

Clarke was meant to be theirs. And they were meant to be hers. And she slept with anyone who she could get her hands on.

Men, women. Both at the same time, sometimes.

Yes, they wanted Clarke safe. Completely safe. However, what they wanted as well was for her to be theirs.

But she would bed anyone that would get her off.

And now she was with some new human young man named Shawn Garvin.

None of Clarke's mates had ever hated any of Clarke's former partners, except for Dax Summers, but they were increasingly getting angry and frustrated.

For them, they had been around for centuries. For some, as many as over a thousand years. And they had never met their soulmate.

Till now.

They knew where their mate was now. But they doubted that she would accept them into her life.

She didn't settle down or even choose anyone permanently.

Poor Shawn Garvin really thought that he was the one for her. Naïve young man.

Clarke never stayed with anyone long.

Even the two most stable relationships she had, one with those three owners of the club, The Vagrant's Loft; Anya, Lincoln and Lexa and one with that woman, Niylah, hadn't lasted all that long.

As soon as Clarke detected that her bed partners had feelings for her, and set up a lifestyle between them that was more healthy for her, she bailed.

Shawn had no idea how naïve he was.

Next to the many, many former lovers Clarke had, Shawn was simply an average fool, looking for love in the one place he shouldn't be.

Shawn wasn't a bad person. And he loved Clarke clearly. He was just foolish.

But the twenty-five vampires couldn't do this anymore. They all understood this.

Clarke Griffin was theirs and they wouldn't be denied.

Clarke was almost twenty-one. She was of age. And she had all the time she needed to mess up and experience human life.

And she had a family. And it was time for her to enter the world of vampires. Clarke's mates would eventually do what they needed to.

The twenty-five of them; Wanda, Natasha, Hela, Diana, Yelena, Melina, Helena, Dinah, Felicia, Jennifer, Sif, Brunnhilde, Anastasia, Gamora, Nebula, Thundra, Carol, Mari, Hope, Sigrid, Sable, Tora, Beatriz, Maria and Shayera, all vampires, all Clarke Griffin's soulmates, and all people who loved her desperately, knew that any restraint they had left, was quickly running out.

Clarke didn't belong with humans. Except for the Barton family. She belonged in the world of vampires. With them.

In the world of vampires, where sexuality, as long as it never involved pedophilia or rape, was never shamed, where women and non-binary people were respected just as much as men were, where prejudice was rare, was the place where Clarke belonged, rather than this lowly, weak human world where the slightest difference could set people against each other.

Which led them to the decision that they made.

Because shouldn't they take the choice from their mate? Wasn't she better off not making the choice herself?

They knew that Clarke's family, the Bartons, would be furious.

Clint and Laura Barton were dear friends of Natasha's. She knew this betrayal would hurt them.

But they just couldn't do this any longer. They needed Clarke. And she needed them.

They knew that Clint and Laura would be absolutely enraged. Wells, Jillian, Lydia, Cooper and Lila certainly would be too.

But what they cared about most? Was Clarke.

That was it. She was the only one they cared about now or ever would.

Her and no one else.

Well, save for their allies and friends and the rest of their coven. However, it didn't change that Clarke was the one they cared for the most.

In all the eternity they had lived? They had waited to find their mate. And now that they had finally found her?

They weren't going to let her go.

And it was why they all so easily agreed when they finally reached their limit after listening to Clarke and Shawn together.

Wanda and Natasha had suggested it first.

And while normally, only two of them deciding something like that, was met with refusals, because those rash decisions were decided often by Hela, Yelena, Sable, Felicia and Anastasia, it wasn't this time.

Because it came from Wanda and Natasha, two of the least rash of the vampires that were Clarke's mates.

Because when Wanda and Natasha said it, everyone else listened, with great interest.

Wanda and Natasha came to a similar conclusion, almost at the same time.

To grab Clarke from her dorm, have their way with her, many times, then sire her when she passed out.

It was a terrible, heinous thing to plan to do.

No different than what Dax Summers and his friends had tried to do, or any different from that pig Bellamy and his friends had tried to do, before the vampires had tortured Bellamy to death by skinning him and castrating him.

But they just couldn't help it any longer.

They vehemently had tried to hold back all these years, even after Clarke first turned eighteen, but it did no good now.

They would have thought, because of how long they lived, that they would have stronger patience.

But no. Not when Clarke was the subject of their desperation.

They just hoped that eventually, she would forgive them.

It was likely she would, since the moment she became a vampire, she would feel the connection with them, but if she didn't? Well, at least they would be able to keep her safer than they would if she had remained a human.

But they still hoped that she would forgive them one day.

And well, after Wanda and Natasha suggested what they suggested? It just unfolded from there.

Every last one of them agreed. And as each of them did, the rest of the vampires were surprised to see Diana, Gamora and Sigrid agree. But it appeared that they were as tired of waiting and as desperate as the rest of them were.

Which meant that it was decided.

As the vampires closed in on the college dorm where Clarke was sleeping, they knew they wouldn't be seen. They heard no one nearby. They knew that Shawn wasn't here now. And all of Clarke's suitemates were not here tonight.

Which left them and Clarke alone.

They heard Clarke's soft breathing as the blonde slept in her bed.

Easily, the vampires slipped up the stairs to Clarke's dorm, got to the door of her dorm, and began to pick the lock.

For them, picking a lock was nothing. And was far faster for them than any human that could pick locks.

Besides, Wanda and Hela could always open it with their magic.

So, the lock was opened up in seconds.

They opened up the door and went through, creeping through the suite of the dorm and got to the door of Clarke's room, and began picking that lock.

The door was unlocked soon and the vampires all slipped in.

It was pitch black. The vampires, however, could see perfectly. So, they saw Clarke perfectly under the blanket.

She breathed softly, peacefully.

The vampires all stared at her, as they usually did when they were close to her, mesmerized practically by her presence.

However, eventually, Wanda and Hela used their magic to lift Clarke up from the bed, with the blankets still over her and backed out of the room, levitating Clarke out of the room with them, and leading her out of the dorm suite.

They levitated her down the stairs and away from her dorm, and into the forest around the dorm.

They would set her down when they were far from the dorm.

They walked for miles, far, far from the dorms, wanting to be far from where people could see or hear them.

Yes, Wanda and Hela could use their magic to make a sort of bubble to keep anyone from seeing or hearing them, however, they would prefer privacy, even if no one could see them.

When at last, they came to a big and private clearing, they lowered Clarke down to the ground and Wanda and Hela created the bubble around them to block out anyone from seeing them or hearing Clarke's screams.

And Clarke would be screaming tonight. She often did when she particularly enjoyed herself during sex.

When the bubble around all of them was made complete, Wanda and Hela nodded to the others, and Natasha kneeled down next to Clarke and her right hand stretched out, taking hold of Clarke's right shoulder and shaking her slightly.

"Clarke, my love," Natasha said gently, "Wake up. Can you wake up, darling?"

Clarke mumbled quietly in her sleep, slowly waking up, her mumbling bringing delighted smiles from her mates.

Clarke sat up eventually, rubbing her eyes as she started to process what was around her and then her eyes widened.

"What?" She asked, staring at the women around her, "Wha-wait, who are all of…?"

"Don't worry, Clarke," Anastasia said, chuckling, "We're not here to hurt you. Just the opposite."

Clarke blinked, frowning, confusion on her face.

"Am I dreaming?" She asked.

This caused several of the vampires to laugh. "No, little one," Hela said, "We're very real."

Clarke nodded, but said, "Huh, okay. That's weird, cause a bunch of beautiful women around me, alone together with me, sounds like a wet dream. Well, okay, I'll play then. Too bad I'll have to wake up eventually."

Again, more laughter.

Hela grinned. "How flattering you believe us to be a pleasurable dream," She said, "But it is no dream, as you will find soon."

Diana kneeled down and placed her hand on Clarke's left cheeks, causing Clarke to look at the dark-haired vampire.

Diana said sadly, "My love, you are not dreaming. And I am sorry, for what is to happen tonight, but we can't wait anymore. We have watched you for years. Protected you since you were small. And we have waited for this chance for almost your entire life. We hope you will forgive us one day. But we can't wait anymore."

These words finally made Clarke suddenly very aware that she wasn't dreaming.

Her eyes became huge.

These were….these were them! These were the people that had watched her since she was little.

These were the people that had killed all that had ever threatened her in any way.

Her lower jaw dropped as comprehension hit her.

"It's you," She whispered, shock slamming into her, "You're the ones that…"

She tried to back away, but Natasha reached out and grabbed Clarke's right arm, holding Clarke tight and keeping her from backing away.

"Hush, love," The redhead said, "We mean you no harm."

"We do not," Wanda agreed, stepping closer and she and the rest of those that previously were not kneeling, crouched down around Clarke, "And we intend to never let you go. I am sorry, my love. But this will be the last night you are human."

Clarke stared uncomprehendingly at all the women, not understanding any of this, not understanding what the women around her were.

And this was when Wanda pounced first.

"We are sorry, Clarke," she said, as she descended upon Clarke, pulling Clarke's blanket off and hands going to Clarke's legs, pulling the young woman's pants off.

Clarke cried out, a sound of shock and fear, however, no one would hear her screaming. No one.

Clarke's pants, her underwear and her shirt were peeled off, her legs spread open and restrained by Wanda, her arms held back behind her by Natasha, and her hips being held down by Diana and Anastasia.

Clarke felt her heart leap up into her throat, choking her practically. She shook in confusion and fear.

She didn't understand. What was happening here?

These women were the people that had protected her for years. And now they were trying to rape her?

Why? She didn't understand.

A jolt of shocking pleasure slashed through her, when she felt a mouth begin to suck at her pulse point, and another mouth wrap around her left nipple, sucking and occasionally nipping.

Clarke gasped, eyes widen, her neck arching into the mouth, sucking at her throat.

Another mouth attached itself to Clarke's right breast, wrapping around her right nipple and sucking.

Natasha held Clarke back, looking down at where Anastasia and Shayera were sucking on Clarke's nipples.

She smirked widely when she saw Wanda leaning down and putting her mouth on Clarke's clit, sucking hard.

Natasha's smirk remained as she listened to Clarke cry out, her eyes rolling up into her head, the blonde arching up against Natasha as Wanda used that mouth of hers.

Clarke's legs were held open by Diana and Dinah, and Helena leaned in close, thrusting her tongue up into Clarke's cunt, thrashing her tongue around, both her and Wanda smirking up hungrily at Clarke as they did so.

Natasha leaned her head down and gently kissed the side of Clarke's neck, making Clarke whimper as the redhead did this. Natasha then moved her mouth from Clarke's neck and whispered into Clarke's ear.

"It's alright, Clarke. We have you. You won't need or want anyone else to pleasure you. We can give you want you need. We can feed that need you have." Natasha snickered as her fangs unsheathed and as Wanda continued to suck Clarke's clit and Helena continued to thrust her tongue into Clarke, making Clarke buck her hips and lose control, making her climax and orgasm for them-for them, not for anyone else, Natasha whispered, "And we'll feed that need forever."

As soon as she said that, Natasha bent her head and bit her fangs into the side of Clarke's neck, causing Clarke to whimper in pain now as the redhead began drinking her blood. Clarke's pleasure was stronger than the pain and as she bucked her hips up, thrusting up into the mouths of her assailants, Natasha still smirked as she drained the young woman in her and the others' control. It wouldn't be long now, till Clarke was almost empty of blood…..then they'd turn her.

And she would be theirs forever, and they would be hers forever.

Natasha had meant her words. Clarke had such a need. Such an endless sex drive? Well, they could give her what she needed for it to be fulfilled. And they would be fulfilling that need of her for longer than centuries.

Natasha met the knowing gazes of Wanda, Shayera, Helena, Anastasia and the others. It wouldn't be long now.

Clint and Laura Barton and the children would be enraged. But it would all be worth it. All of the vampires were sure that in time, the Barton family would understand.

Author's note

This is in no way meant to be a happy ending or a happy fic. This was very much meant to be "fucked up."