And here it is. The end. Thank you everyone for reading this one and I hope you all enjoyed it! Probably not the last Alien/Predator story I'll write so keep an eye out in the future.

Kira's hands are shaking as she stares down at the mangled body of her father. Her children are still feasting, ripping him apart. He died quickly, which was a mercy. She feels sick, but the more she watches, the more she becomes numb to everything. There's a buzzing in her mind, a desire to do nothing but sit back and let her babies do what they wanted. They would get hungrier and hungrier as they grew, and she knows can't fulfill their dietary needs on ground beef much longer. Especially now. Not after they've had tastes of human flesh.

It should bother her. She should be crying, screaming, mourning. But she can't feel anything. She had just watched the children she hatched murder and consume her father, but she can't bring herself to care. There was nothing anymore. No feeling at all.

Her alien is there when her legs give out, lowering her to the floor. He hisses at her lowly, nudging the side of her face with his head. She lets herself go, her mind being filled with ideas, feelings. Her babies running free. The world burned to the ground for them. Endless feeding, never going hungry again. Something burns deep inside her, a desire she can't name. She can feel each and every one of them, their needs, their ideas. Their very existence.

She feels a nudge at her hand, her smallest child nudging at her. She smiles, opening her arms to it and it crawls into her hold. She wraps her arms around it, feeling the deceptively fragile body. It nuzzles its head against her, Kira's heart swelling at the feeling. This was her child, she had birthed it.

An idea starts to form in her mind, dredging up from the depths. She needs more. She wants more.

She moves to her alien, placing her hands on its head. "More." She whispers, pressing a kiss to his head. "We need more."

He hisses at her, nudging her chest with his face. She lets him push her back, his hard length slipping out of its sheath. She's quick to pull her pants off, opening her legs for him as he slips into her. He's just as thick as she remembers but there's no pain this time, her mind relaxing to a pleasant buzz as he works his way into her body. She relaxes back against the resin-coated floor, not caring that her father (or who she thought was her father) is lying dead a few feet away while her children pick his bones clean.

This was her life, this was her future. She would create her army and watch the world burn. It had never been her true home, it had never treated her kindly. Now she would watch as it crumbled at her feet.

She grips the bony shoulders as he presses into her cervix, length swelling as the first egg drops into her uterus with a gush of liquid. She moans as he stretches her, laying his clutch.

2, 3, 4

He's letting out hisses, drool coating her chest and neck but she doesn't care. Her children are chewing her father's bones, disolving them.

5, 6, 7

She's full, stomach bulging from the baseball sized eggs planting in her uterus. She pushes lightlty on her stomach, feeling the round sides of them.

8, 9

She's cumming around him, the stretch hitting her in all the right places over and over again. He lets out a roar as the tenth drops in, his length slipping from her uterus. She moans as he slips out of her, fluid rushing out and hitting the floor with a wet plop. She can't bring herself to move as she basks in the stickiness between her thighs. Her alien lays next to her, curling up around her. She smiles, cuddling close to him, her children joining them.

She wraps one arm around them, the other holding her swollen belly. She feels fuller than the first time, the weight euphoric to her as she slips into sleep, safe and surrounded by her babies.

Kira downs another gallon of milk, staring at the pounds of ground beef on the floor around her. Her diet once again consisted of milk and raw beef, but she's infinitely hungrier this time. Her children are getting hungry again too. She would have to figure out how to get them food. She rarely left the barn, wanting to be close to her brood. She felt safest with them near, able to feel them always, but it's strongest the closer they are to her. She can feel them getting antsy. They're growing every day, almost as tall as she is now. Soon they'd be full grown and ready, just in time for her new babies to come. Just in time for her to sit back and watch the world burn around her.

She eats more raw beef, feeling the need to feed her growing babies. She feels alive, more alive than she ever had before. This was what she was made for, this was what she was supposed to do. Not stumble around in a cruel world unsure of what to do. She was made to rule it.

She would be their queen.

Kira relaxes back against the resin coated wall, hand cradling her growing stomach. She feels full, and endless pressure straining her body, but she will recover. She did last time. She remembers the feeling of the eggs leaving her, birthing them one by one. Soon, she would do it again. And again. And again.

Kira stays in the barn, days passing as she gorges herself on milk and raw beef. She wants this brood to be strong. She knows what she's doing now. Her babies continue to get more and more agitated, buzzing with anticipation. Unfortunately that means Kira doesn't sleep, mind alive with the whispers of her children.

She finally has enough, tired and sore from her growing belly. She turns to her alien, dutifully at her side, caressing the smooth top of his head.

"Open it." She says, earning a hiss in response. "Open it. Let them out."

Kira watches as her alien moves to the door, sliding it open. She watches her babies take their first hesitant steps outside, feeling pride well up inside her once again. They'd feast and then return to the nest, just like they were supposed to.

Kira lets her children graze as they please, growing closer and closer to the day her new babies will come into the world. She can feel it, the cramping in her stomach, the shifting of the eggs as they prepare to leave her body. She's fuller this time, the pressure greater. She can see the curved sides of her eggs sticking through her skin if she presses just right, having foregone clothing to prepare.

Her alien is dutifully by her side, waiting as well for his next clutch to be born. She can feel her babies, out eating for what will probably be the last time before their siblings are born. She can feel them, feel the fear of the townspeople as they try to hide away from her babies. But they were too strong, too powerful for them.

But something is wrong this time. Kira can feel it. Something is happening, a ripple shuddering through her link to them.

"Something's wrong." She gasps, suddenly feeling an empty space where one of her children used to be. "Something's wrong!"

Her alien lets out a shriek, one by one her children fading from her connection until there's one left. She forces herself up, watching the doorway to the barn. She can see him, running out of the mist outside. But he doesn't make it, something flying out of the mist and decapitating him.

Kira lets out a cry, the last of her babies dead. She feels empty, everything she'd worked for suddenly gone. Her children. Gone.

Figures move out of the mist, big hulking monsters. Her alien, blinded in his rage, runs at them but they take him down easily, pinning him with a net.

"No!" Kira screams, struggling just to sit up. The monsters come closer to her, tilting their heads as they stare at her through their masks. "No! You killed them!"

Something hits her, making her feel dizzy. The world starts to spin, some sort of tranquilizer. The last few minutes feel unreal to her as she slips into unconsciousness.

She's on a ship headed for who knows where. She's awake, locked in a pod with her alien still asleep beside her. She knows now, she understands. They had made her. They had been the ones to turn her into this. Well, it wasn't her intended purpose. But she guessed they weren't complaining. She had served a purpose.

She would continue to serve that purpose for them. They liked her children. A new evolution of her alien for them to hunt. That's what they did. Hunted them. That's what they had done. They had followed the crashed ship. It had been one of theirs. Her alien had been a stowaway, the lone survivor. It had been entirely chance that it had found her, that her new purpose had been created.

She had escaped them once by accident. That wouldn't happen again.

Tears fill her eyes as she glares at them, wishing death on them all as gas fills her chamber, sending her to sleep until she is needed again.