Disclaimer: Do not own anything

Warnings for eventual rape, drugging, historical misogyny, rape, Nazis, Klansmen, racism and murder, and past repeated rape

Clarke Griffin's mates in this:

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Melina Vostokoff

Maria Hill

Pepper Potts

Hela Odinsdotter

Carol Danvers

Brunnhilde

Wanda Maximoff

Mari McCabe

Diana Prince

Beatriz da Costa

Tora Olafsdotter

Sigrid Nansen

Shayera Hol

Helena Bertinelli

Dinah Lance

Niylah

Having packed up several packages of bottled water and stuffed everything that could be refrigerated into the fridge, including the wrack of blood bags, she felt ready to go out for the day.

Or, hopefully, she was.

Her name was Clarke Griffin. She was much, much older than she looked. Physically speaking, she looked like she was in her very early twenties, at the oldest.

But she was old.

She was only twenty when she'd been turned into this. And having kept herself secret from humans for over two hundred years, she was very glad to remain that way, thank you very much.

Having been turned in the year 1819, she'd been taken as a prisoner by her sire, Cage Wallace, who had murdered her entire family; her mother, her father, her younger brother, her mother's mother, her mother's father, her father's mother and her father's father.

He had held her captive for a century, abused her, raped her. He'd been deeply disappointed that he couldn't impregnate her.

Vampires couldn't get each other pregnant, unless it was by one's own soulmate.

Clarke was just glad that Cage wasn't her soulmate. A century after Cage had turned her, she'd killed him in his sleep, and his father, Dante.

She'd been free of them for centuries now.

Clarke didn't like draining people of their blood. She was a vampire, but she hated feeding on people.

However, given what had happened throughout history? Her hand had been forced. Multiple times.

She'd had to kill so many, because she wanted to do the right thing. She'd drained and killed racists that created lynch mobs, rapists, serial killers, Nazis, Klansmen, amongst other types of people.

But she hated drinking the blood of human beings, even if she liked the taste of blood, like any vampire did.

She had a small place, not far from here, in the further regions of Boston, Massachusetts.

She was currently out, searching for avenues to go down, so, she could get to the blood bank faster.

The blonde vampire could see easily in the dark, and heard people coming closer and she moved faster.

She wanted to have as little interaction with human beings as possible. She couldn't bear any more interaction with them.

She did, and she'd feel those violent urges again, as she had when she had encountered lynch mobs, rapists and Nazis and Klansmen.

Oh, all of the aforementioned groups of people had certainly deserved her draining them of their blood.

But there were many who wouldn't deserve such a fate. And she couldn't risk possibly attacking other people.

She wouldn't risk that.

Clarke passed through the many alleyways, staying close to the walls, slipping past several dumpsters.

She sensed several humans not that far away.

And a scent hit her nose.

Multiple scents.

Women's scents. Eighteen women's scents.

And as Clarke smelled these scents, she froze on her feet. Those scents dug into her, unearthed something deep inside her.

Like there was some painful yearning buried inside her and the scents she was now detecting, was forcing what was buried, to be open.

Clarke shuddered. She dreaded what this meant. She had heard stories, like any vampire who had been around long enough had.

Vampires who smelled scents and had the reaction that Clarke currently was having, reacted in that way for only one reason. Because they smelled the scents of their soulmate or soulmates.

Clarke was instantly in denial about what she smelled. Because how could it be that she had eighteen mates?

She had heard of things like that happening in the past. But it was still difficult for her to believe.

In any case? She needed to get away from said mates, if that was the case.

She was near humans, which meant, her instincts would rise up and she'd attack. No one had taught her how to coexist with humans in a heavily populated area.

And she certainly didn't want to risk her mates seeing her do something that horrifying to people.

Better she leave now.

No vampire could harm their soulmate. But she didn't want to risk exposing them to that level of violence. So, she moved more quickly.

She was unaware of how little this would actually help her.

Only a few blocks over, were the eighteen mob bosses of this city, St. Louis. Amongst these bosses, were Natasha Romanoff, Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Maria Hill, Niylah Marquis, Hela Odinsdotter, Shayera Hol, Pepper Potts, Helena Bertinelli, Beatriz da Costa, Diana Prince, Sigrid Nansen, Mari McCabe, Tora Olafsdotter, Dinah Lance, Brunnhilde Keats and Carol Danvers.

Between the eighteen of them, they ruled the entirety of this city and several other locations. They built up a strong crime army who had every reason in the world to obey them.

Their right hand men, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, James "Bucky" Barns, James Rhodes and others, could easily tell anyone that the eighteen women were the best bosses anyone could ask for.

But they were also unimaginably dangerous. Killers. They so much as snapped their fingers, and they could order someone dead.

But they were dangerous, even without a whole army of killers at their beck and call.

If someone enraged them, they would kill that person themselves, if need be.

They were the eighteen most feared women in this part of the United States.

And their allies were many.

They sent some of their minions off, as they went down the street in the direction of the bank. Just one of the many places where they stashed their copious amounts of money.

It was admittedly somewhat comical, as the bank they were about to visit and get their money out of, was right next to a blood bank. Whoever had arranged such a thing, probably had a pretty clever or sick sense of humor. Or both.

As the eighteen mafia bosses were just moments from approaching the sidewalk that was right next to the bank, there was a flash of movement caught the bosses eyes.

Several of said mob bosses, turned in the direction of the movement.

The sun was lowering in the sky, but there was still plenty of light for the women to see what was just at the edge of the sidewalk, inches from getting to the blood bank.

It was a young woman. Visibly younger than the rest of the mob bosses, with long, pale blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in dark clothing and very clearly out of breath.

The young woman-who looked almost young enough to be a girl, sniffed the air, then froze, an expression of what could only be called fear, running across her face as she slowly looked in the direction of the mob bosses.

As soon as the young woman saw the eighteen mob bosses, panic filled her face and she stepped back slightly.

The eighteen mob bosses would have a difficult time explaining what it was they felt in that moment, but they could try.

What was unknown by most humans, was that soulmates existed. And sometimes humans were mated to vampires.

And while humans often didn't understand this bond when it was with each other, it was heightened all the more, when a human's soulmate was a vampire.

That was what was happening at the very moment.

As soon as the eighteen mob bosses laid eyes upon this young woman, something clicked for them.

Natasha, Melina, Diana, Yelena, Wanda, Brunnhilde, Tora, Beatriz, Hela, Dinah, Helena, Pepper Sigrid, Mari, Niylah, Maria, Carol and Shayera felt immediate possessiveness, as well as passion and apparently, insatiable love. They felt the endless need to protect this young woman. To love her and take care of her. Never in their entire lives had they felt such a savage urge of both dark, hungry passionate love, as well as tender yearning.

Clarke gasped, stepping away from this group of people, feeling the emotions, the need, tear through her.

Just the people she'd been trying to avoid. Shit, shit. She had to get out of here.

She was about to turn on her heel and run, which would take only seconds, since she was much, much faster than any human, one of the women, a very tall, muscled woman with black-almost dark blue hair, said, her voice a low, melodic timbre that caused Clarke to almost moan, "Are you going somewhere, little girl?

Clarke almost laughed, after she recovered from nearly moaning.

"Little girl?"

She had more than a few decades on these women. Physically, these women might look older than Clarke was, but they were human. She could smell it. Which meant, she was a lot older than them. Physically, she hadn't aged since the day she first had been turned at the age of twenty.

Clarke mumbled to them, not sure why she was risking talking to them, "Gotta go, sorry."

"I don't think you are," Wanda said, stepping closer, her tone of voice actually sending a shiver down Clarke's spine, causing her to slowly look over her shoulder at where she heard the voice speak. It came from a young woman dressed in red, with long, dark hair and green eyes.

The dark-haired woman smirked as she said, "Why don't you stay with us? We can take care of you. Do you know just what your presence is doing to us?"

Clarke shuddered. Yes. She knew. She knew better than a lot of humans knew, what the connection could do to someone.

And she wouldn't wish a connection to her on anyone.

Which meant, she had to leave now, to spare these eighteen women a terrible life with her in it.

She didn't want to, but she had to leave. And no, she couldn't go after the blood at the blood bank. Too risky with these women here.

She'd have to feed on animals.

This was a city, so, there were a depressingly low number of animals here. But there were birds and disgusting as it was, rodents too.

She'd resort to all of that, if she had to.

She was about to lift off of her feet and run superfast through the alleyways, from the direction she had come, when two people moved quickly.

Clarke gasped, glancing behind her again, eyes widening, when two people grabbed ahold of her.

A pair of hands, grabbed her wrists and held them tightly, another pair of hands, grabbed her waist and kept her from moving.

This would actually not do anything, since Clarke was a vampire and could easily tear herself free.

But it didn't change that two of Clarke's soulmates were currently upon her and holding her still, and had her full attention now.

The woman who had grabbed her wrists, was tall, muscled, with long, dark orange hair and green eyes and full lips, and she smirked at Clarke.

The woman who had grabbed Clarke's waist, was muscled, with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and light green eyes.

Clarke tried to marshal her strength to resist both women, and to pull away, but seeing both women this close? Made struggling slightly difficult.

They were so close. She could practically reach out and touch their faces, practically step closer and kiss their lips.

She cursed herself silently just for thinking of such things. They and the rest of the women were better off without her.

She was about to force herself to struggle, but then two more of the women stepped over.

One of them was the first one that spoke, the one with dark blue-black hair and a redhead with gleaming emerald eyes.

"Stay with us," the redheaded woman with emerald eyes said, "We'll take care of you, alright?"

Clarke shook her head, helplessly now, trying to struggle, but barely. Her strength was leaving her with each passing second, as she looked at her mates. Any resolve she had, she could feel leaving her person.

But then, her primordial hunger caused her to growl loudly, before she could help it.

The sound caused all of the women to tense.

"What was that?" Shayera asked, looking at Clarke strangely.

The sound they'd just heard; no human being could make that noise.

It was a rumbling sound that had made its way down to the mafia bosses' bones.

"What are you, little one?" Diana asked Clarke gently, her dark eyes filled with confusion, but not fear.

Clarke swallowed, her eyes jumping to the windows of the blood bank, only a few feet away.

"I need…..," she began, panting, feeling her throat burn, "I need," her eyes jumped to the blood bank again.

And this was when at least one of her captors, understood.

"Blood?" Natasha asked softly, "You need blood?"

Clarke winced, and nodded.

Clarke watched as comprehension filled the faces of the redhead and of the dark-haired woman who was next to her.

"You're a vampire," The redhead said and Clarke's eyes widened, startled at how readily and easily this woman had come to this conclusion.

"Wait, really?" The blonde-haired woman holding Clarke's waist said, looking at the redhead, confused.

"It makes sense," the dark-haired woman said, "She moves too quickly. And she needs blood. And we've heard stories of humans who are connected to non-human beings in our ranks, and our people claim that the individuals that they're connected to are not human."

Clarke tried not to grimace. That didn't surprise her. There were vampires everywhere. And many of them had human mates. If these women knew anyone who was by soul, bound to a vampire? Then that would explain why they said they knew people who said that they felt connected to non-human beings.

The woman who had Clarke's wrists, the woman with long, orange hair, looked back at Clarke and asked the question, "Are you a vampire?"

Now, that might be a rather ridiculous thing to ask someone, but Clarke realized that at this point, the woman who had her wrists felt like she had to ask that.

Clarke swallowed. If this was the only way that she could get them to let her go? Then she'd tell them the truth. If only to horrify them into releasing her.

So, Clarke pushed the words out. "Yes," she said, "I'm a vampire." She made her eyes turn black and she pushed her fangs out, showing the gleaming flash of her fangs, sticking out from under her lips as she growled, "Now, let me go."

"That's not going to happen, baby," the blonde woman with the ponytail said, snorting, "What, you think some fangs and dark eyes are gonna scare us off? We've got you now. And there's no way we're letting you out of our sight."

Clarke tried to pull back, but a hand reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, causing Clarke to freeze as she glanced at who had grabbed her. It was the dark-haired tall woman, who accompanied the redhead over here. Her hand had reached out and grabbed the back of Clarke's neck as the woman said, "Don't worry. We're not scared of you being a vampire. And we need to get you some blood. Allow us."

The dark-haired woman nodded past Clarke and Clarke, frowning turned to see what the woman was looking at, when she felt a sharp pinch in the heel of her right hand, causing her to gasp and whine.

She looked at who had caused that and her eyes widened, when she saw one of the other women, the one with long dark hair, dressed in red and with green eyes, smirking and stepping away from Clarke, holding what was clearly now an empty syringe.

It hadn't always been empty.

Whatever that woman had just given Clarke? It was now in Clarke's system.

"What did you just give me?" Clarke asked, panic in her throat.

"Nothing harmful, sweetie," the woman holding Clarke's wrists said, "Just a sedative. We carry it around, in case we need to take prisoners to interrogate and get information out of. Don't worry, we'd never hurt you. This is the first time we've ever used it on someone who we have no intention of hurting."

Clarke felt herself getting lightheaded and could feel her knees becoming weak and she realized that she was going to pass out soon.

Her heart raced in fear.

And the last thing she wondered to herself, as she passed out was, just what sort of people, were her mates?!

As the young woman fell unconscious in their arms, the mafia bosses all smirked down at her and Shayera and Yelena both hugged the young woman close.

"It's alright, sweetie," Shayera whispered to the unconscious young woman, "You're safe now."

Natasha looked to Diana and Diana nodded. "We'll get her some blood," she said.

The mafia women began carrying the vampire to their cars.

They would take her home, feed her keep her in their home and eventually, each take turns fucking her brains out.

They were sure, that after a long time being looked after by them, she would no longer try to resist them. She would welcome their love.

They carried the currently unconscious vampire into the backseat of one of their cars, laid her down gently on her side. Niylah and Helena got into the backseat with her, holding her tightly, as Natasha got in the front seat and Yelena got into the passenger's side seat next to her. The others got into their respective cars, closing the cars up and locking them.

And they began driving to their home.

It was going to be this vampire's home now too. Even if she tried to escape.