Taris stopped walking as soon as the words exited Tracy's mind. My genes in her DNA? He slowly turned back to her, confusion written in his eyes as plainly as the need for knowledge in Tracy's. Walking back to the bed slowly he sat down at the end, his eyes never left hers. They sat in silence for a few moments as they both digested the information Tracy had stumbled upon.

"What do you mean?" His voice was so low Tracy almost didn't understand him. Contemplating her answer silence consumed them again.

"It's like I can feel you in me." She was struggling with how she could explain what she felt so she searched a way to show him what was going on. "At first I just felt close to you in the friend sense but when I found that memory, I started remembering things as well."

"What things?" The blonde man was still confused by what the black haired girl had said but he was willing to be patient.

"How they made me." Her telepathic voice was so soft it took his heightened hearing to hear her. "I was always curious as to how I came to be, so I'd constantly ask them how they made me. At first it was just simple things like they found me on the street as a child, or I was a ressurected creature from the past. One day though, I asked the scientist who watched over me how I was made and he told me a tale that is still hard to believe." Tracy stopped speaking. She rose from the bed and walked to her window, her eyes watched the children playing in the snow below.

"What did he tell you Tracy?" Taris brought her mind back to the present by speaking. She turned to him with emotionless eyes.

"They wanted to create the strongest monster alive, they took several sperm samples from many different mutants. And they did the same with the women too, after many tries they finally did make me though." Tracy walked back to the bed and right to the front of Taris. "On the containers they used they had labelled them with the last names of the specimens, the last name on the successful male donor was Creed." Taris' eyes went wide at her confession.

"You don't think that I'm that person do you? There are multiple male Creeds in this family." His eyes darted around the room wildly as if he was looking for an escape route.

"No, I don't think it was you. I'm too old for you to be my donor." She looked away again and sat back on the bed, her eyes distant. "I think it was your father."

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After talking with Tracy, Victor went back downstairs to talk with his wife. His mind was going over all the possibilities. He knew that the black haired girl needed his training, with the kind of blood lust she had Wolverine would never be able to handle her. The power she held was so strong at her age he was worried she'd lose control at the drop of a dime. Entering the living room he noticed that the X-Men had scattered to other places in the house or outside. The Professor was no where in sight, along with his little body guard Cyclops. Hearing running feet he glanced up the stairs and prepared himself just in time for the young blonde kid launching himself at his father.

Victor caught Gabe with ease, swinging him up onto his hip while giving him a hard look. Baring his teeth he growled at the little boy. He couldn't help but smile when the boy curled back his lip and growled back. Smirking he flicked Gabe's nose before setting him down.

"What did yer mother tell ya 'bout runnin' down the stairs Gabe?" He reprimanded the boy. An innocent look colored the boys features as he gazed at his father.

"I quote, 'If you run down the stairs one of these days you're going to fall and snap your neck.' end quote." At the young age of seven the blonde haired child was quite the trouble maker.

"'Least yer 'memberin' the lessons she's teachin' ya. Now scat 'afore I tell yer mom that you were runnin' down the stairs." Victor was willing to grant the kid amnesty for the time being. Out of all their kids Dezra was the harshest on Gabe. A mischevious look spread across the blonde's face.

"Of course daddy, don't wanna make any trouble now do I?" The sarcasm was almost palpable in his words as he left the room. Victor shook his head and chuckled as he continued his search for his wife. Going into the dining room he saw his wife sitting at the table with her head in her hands. Her long, red hair was loose and seemed to be getting in her way as she pushed it back impatiently. Sensing his presence in the room she lifted her head towards him. Seeing the tears in her eyes he went over to her quickly.

"Wha's wrong babe?" He whispered in her ear as he sat beside her. Victor grabbed her hair in one huge fist and pushed it out of her face. His wife shook her head violently from side to side.

"Tracy so obviously belongs here with us, I'm so worried that she's gonna be there practicing and somebody's just gonna piss her off and she'll...she'll." Dezra was unable to finish the sentence as her voice wavered. Sobs made her body shake and Victor tried to figure out a way to calm his wife down. Anger flooded his being as he thought of how he'd like to rip out the Professor's throat for putting his wife and family through such torment. Pushing down his feral for the time being he swore he'd stop this torture if it was the last thing he did. Completely unaware of the anger Victor was feeling one of the X-Men decided to walk in at that moment.

"You have a really big house." The girl held a shocking resemblance to Jean Grey-Summers and although she stank of many different men Victor could faintly pick out the smell of her family beneath it all. He wrinkled his nose when she came closer, her smell was really disgusting.

"Hi, I'm Rachel Summers." She introduced herself with a bright smile on her face. She held out her hand for Victor to shake but he just stared at her blankly. "Well, anyways." She said when he didn't take her hand.

"What do ya want?" Victor asked bluntly. She didn't look like the type of girl that was nice and with all the conflicting scents on her body he could automatically assume she wasn't an angel. Rachel smirked and a mischevious look flicked through her eyes.

"My kinda man, abrubt and to the point. I wanna talk to you about a certain person." She gave a pointed look at Dezra signaling that she wanted to talk privately. Victor turned to his wife and whispered to her that he would be right back before rising and exiting the room to an empty room. The house was big enough that they had many empty rooms even with all their children. He sat down heavily in a lounge chair and watched the red headed girl carefully as she sat down daintly in another chair across from him.

"Talk." The simple order he gave her was so full of force that Rachel looked hesitant for a moment before speaking.

"I have a problem, this problem just happens to be a certain Miss Tiger." Rachel's tone was snide as she spoke of Tracy. "You see, no matter where I go people are always talking about her, how she's so much better than me and everybody else. Just a whole big joke if you ask me, Tracy in my opinion deserves to be put out..." She paused for effect. "permanently." Victor had gotten her point before she had even finished her sentence but he was willing to play along just to see how far she was willing to go.

"Let me guess, ya want me ta do the dirty work fer ya?" He crossed his arms across his chest. Inside his feral was raging at the gall of the girl while on the outside he appeared to be relaxed and calm, his face blank to all emotion.

"Exactly." Rachel's smile was bright as she watched him. "I want her dead so I don't have to deal with her anymore, but here's the thing. I can't afford your usual price, and yes I know how much you cost, I've done my homework." She rose from the couch and was now walking towards him slowly, her hips shaking as she attempted to look sexy. Victor watched with calm indifference, he knew what she was trying to do. To bad for her that he was quite the happy man with his wife.

"I was wondering if maybe, instead of me paying with money, I could perhaps give you favors." The girl was so full of herself that Victor couldn't help but chuckle. Rising from his seat he glared down at the young red head. His look of calm was quickly dashed aside as he allowed his anger to take face.

"Y'see, here's the thing. I like Tracy, she's a good kid, gonna be a great woman one day. She has a future that I'm gonna do everythin' in my power ta give ta her. Yet, in this world there are so many people like ya that can't stand the thought that somebody might be better." He bared his teeth and growled at the green eyed girl. "I'm a happily married man girl, even if I didn't like Tracy I wouldn't do it fer two reasons, number one, I've got the greatest wife possible, and two..." He paused now wrinkling his nose after he got a particularly tasteless whiff of her scent. "Ya stink like a whore." He pushed his way past her then and went back to the dining room where his wife was waiting, leaving a very disturbed Rachel Summers gaping at the door.

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(A/N) I'm seriously on a roll today! Hope y'all like this chapter but please remember to review! -Sabeybaby